Sarah's hands fisted in anger, if Trisha wasn't a little girl, Sarah would have dealt with her seriously - no one messes with an agent and go free."Sarah, please excuse us. I will call you when I need you" Brandon sent her out, in order to avoid more problems. Sarah angrily walked out, leaving Trisha to feel victorious.  The atmosphere of the office became tense, Brandon didn't know if he should talk about the past or if he should talk about business. Beatrice on the other hand didn't like the atmosphere, she didn't like the way he was staring at her, she knew Brandon wanted to say something to her, so she quickly spoke up. "Mr Emerson, is this a staring competition?...We've been partnering with your company for a long time, and now we've decided to invest more. But firstly, I want to see te book of account, to know what the company uses money for". Brandon was bemused at how Beatrice became so strong. The Beatrice he

Mia had so many questions to ask Beatrice, she couldn't do that in the presence of the child."Puis-je te parler en privé" Mia asked. It was French, and it meant (Can I talk to you in private). Beatrice nodded. "Trisha, I will be back" She said to Trisha."Okay mum..." Trisha then turned to Mia. "Can I do a video with you" She pouted. "Not now, dear. I will come back, okay" Mia told her, and she nodded. Beatrice and Mia walked out of the room, they went to the bar section and sat down there. Some of Mia's bodyguards were outside the hotel room guarding Trisha. While the others were with them. They didn't even order for a drink. Mia couldn't hold back her questions, she didn't want to wait. "It's so unbelievable to see you. I mean, everyone thought you were dead. But only one person didn't believe it, he still had hope that you were alive" Mia said. "Hope? Did the person believe in me t

She cleared her throat and walked closer to him."What are you thinking about?" She asked in the most sweetest voice ever. Brandon lifted his head up to stare at her. He held back the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, it was still obvious he loved her. "You are here? Please cancel all my meeting for the day, I am tired, I need to go home" He said."But..okay" Sarah wanted to ask why, she wanted to question him, but she stopped herself."If you need angry else, please let me know" She smiled at him and walked out.  She headed to the restroom. There, she brought out her phone and dialed her dad's number. "Hello dad""Sarah, how are you?" He asked from the other line."Not fine. Everything isn't going as planned...Brandon is just so hard to get. Dad, we need another plan" She replied. "Mirabel made me realised something. What worth

Trisha' lips folded, she knew she was the cause of the mess. 'Mary please save me from Mum's yelling when we get to the hotel. If I didn't pour water on the floor, then this wouldn't have happened' She complained to herself.  Sarah glared at Trisha. 'She saved her dad unknowingly. This annoying brat!' All she wanted to do was spank Trisha so hard, but she couldn't and that was because of the situation. "Are you okay" Beatrice asked the girl that fell down."I am" She replied and quickly stood up in embarrassment."I am sorry sir" The lady apologized to Brandon. "I will go get you another cup of coffee" She added."Are you blind! Didn't you see the water" He yelled.Trisha covered her ears with her palms as she stared at the lady in pity. "I will go get the cleaner" Sarah said, and walked out of the office."You are fired" He didn't yell this time around, he said in a cool voice.   Trisha' eye

Clark chuckled hearing what Beatrice said, he knew she was indirectly talking to Brandon. "How was your journey here" Brandon asked him. "Not so boring" He replied. "Okay. I will get you a glass of wine" That being said, Brandon brought out his phone, then he sent a text to Sarah.  "May I see the book of account" Clark suddenly asked.  Brandon was surprised cause Clark normally wasn't the type of investor asking too much details about the company. "Okay" Brandon said, he gave Beatrice a stare.   Few seconds later, the door opened and Sarah walked in, holding a tray with a glass of wine.   She smiled seeing Clark, but Clark didn't reciprocate.   After keeping it on the table, she stood there waiting for Brandon's order. "Sarah, get the book of account" And here comes his order.   Clark looked at Sarah, he wondered why she had to work for someone, when she herself