Mia scowled and got up speedily from the floor before walking up to her daughter and snatching the phone from her. “So you finally decided to call, you bastard!” She yelled into the phone. “Mom, I…” Jonah stuttered. “What do you want now! I wish I could see you right now. I would have killed you with my bare hands. You’ve ruined us, you beast! Now no one will talk to us not to talk of helping us out. Everyone avoids us like the plague because of your insensible actions,” she kept yelling as veins appeared on her forehead and the base of her neck. “Mom, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking. “I never meant for her to find out. Or for any of this to go public. I never wanted you to suffer.” “All I’ve done ever since you grew up to be something is suffer,” she lamented, clicking her tongue. “You never thought to tell me on time so I could clean up this mess? You never bothered to tell me about the conversation you had with your uncle or even the fact that he had recorded it. I wou

“Must be nice to be the boss,” Charlotte said with a chuckle. “Must be nice being married to the boss,” Xavier said back, holding her closer. “What do we do then? If we don’t go to work?” She asked, the movement of her fingers slowing down on his chest. Xavier turned to face her, supporting his head with his elbow. “Is it that scary to spend an entire day with me?” “No that’s not what I mean at all,” she corrected. “It’s just been so long since I had a whole day besides the weekend to myself so it feels illegal for some reason.” “Even though your boss has already cleared you?” He asked. Charlotte gazed at a spot behind him while she stroked his chin. “I don’t want the other workers to think you’re giving me preferential treatment or something.” Xavier snorted. “They’re free to think that. I want to give you preferential treatment. If anyone has a problem with that, they can hand in their resignation letter to me.” Charlotte pursed her lips. “I know you mean well, but this is

“Why do you want us to leave?” Charlotte asked when Xavier started to pull her away from the venue with no explanation. “We just have to. I’ll tell you everything when I can.” “Stop,” she snapped, pulling her hand away from his. Maybe it was the little shots of alcohol she had taken during the party to help her relax, but everything seemed to be moving so fast. Nothing was making sense anymore and she was tired of being carried along when she was the only person that didn’t know what was going on. “Is it because of that woman? Do you know who she is?” A part of her wished she hadn’t cut off that woman. She had said she had something to say about Xavier… No. She had to stop this. It was good she didn’t listen to the crazy lady. Whatever she had to say would be something blown out of proportion that would end up leading her through another circle of distrust. To be honest, she was sick and tired of that. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Then why are you in a hurry for us to leave?” Xa

Xavier walked into his office with his bodyguard who had gone to join him after dropping Charlotte off. He had a set look on his face as he walked into the office building, but it couldn’t be farther from how he really felt. He basically ignored the workers who were confident enough to greet him, dismissing them with one nod. “The elevator is out of order, sir,” a young boy Xavier recognized as an intern told him. He had been sitting in a chair right next to the dysfunctional elevator. “Is this what your school sent you here for? To learn how elevators work?” Xavier said with irritation. The boy opened his mouth to speak by Xavier waved him away. He was more irritated by the problem with the elevator than the boy. “Has anyone called maintenance?” He asked. While the boy left to verify whether help was on the way, Xavier groaned with frustration and went through the stairs with Carlos following silently behind him. By the time he got to his office panting, he was pissed. He dismi

“I can’t just let you go,” Carlos told her, trying to make her see reason. “I know you’re thinking about your job but trust me…” “This has nothing to do with my job,” he said. “I know that woman. She’s a snake. You’ll like her when you meet her but when she successfully corners you, she’ll strike.”Charlotte sighed. “I know you don’t support what I’m doing. You probably don’t even understand why I have to do this but it’s really important for me,” she said. Carlos was not the person she should be mad at. He was just looking out for her, like he always did for some reason. Sometimes, she wondered if he knew her from somewhere or if she reminded him of someone dear to him he had lost. “Mr Roman will be mad if he hears I drove you there,” he said and Charlotte frowned. “Will you stop mentioning his name?” She said in a sharp tone. “Whatever I choose to do with my life is my business. If you don’t drive me there I’ll find my way myself.” “Charlotte…” “Will you lock me up in my room