All Chapters of Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MR. Samuel Wilberforce was sitting at his expansive mahogany desk the moment the call from Lady Frances came in. The polished surface reflecting the warm glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the tall windows of his office. The luxurious surroundings of Wilberforce Industries’ headquarters were a testament to his success, though he knew it paled in comparison to the opulence of the Escobar estate. Yet, he didn’t mind. He was a content man, driven more by ambition and pride than envy.He has just finished reviewing the quarterly financial reports when his phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, his eyes had widened with surprise and curiosity as it saw whom the caller was. His heart even skipped a beat as he answered the call.Now, just a few minutes ago, he has just got off the phone with her, his heart leapt. This was the call he had been waiting for, dreaming of, for years. Ever since Queen, his one and only daughter had grown into a poised and accomplished young woman, he had

THE second and minute hand of the big wall clock hanging on the wall ticked and ticked, controversing a little with the solitude of the luxurious office. Seated on the swivel chair was Oswald, his fingers deftly tapping away at his sleek laptop. The room as always, exuding an air of sophistication and power, with its dark mahogany furniture and floor to ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city skyline. He was engrossed in his work, reviewing financial reports and strategic plans for his company’s latest acquisitions.His life the past weeks had been turbulent, from one turbulence to another. From enemies lurking, from the weird maid, and from his mother, she seemed to be the worst of them all. Forcing things on him.The door to his office creaked open slightly, and Nathan popped his head in, he saw Oswald and how busy he was, and so he stepped inside. His towering figure and presence which alone was enough to intimidate most people, hovering.He approached Oswald’s d

THE duo hadn't realized they had exclaimed out so loudly, and so the minute they did, Orlanda gasped lowly and looked around.Thankfully, the mall was nearly deserted, with only a few stragglers making their way out as the closing announcements echoed through the corridors. “We are sorry, we hadn't realized how loud we have shouted,” Flourish said."You are kidding, right?" Winifred asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "Your parents want you to take up a maid job for Oswald Escobar?"Orlanda nodded, her expression a mix of frustration and confusion. "Yeah. They said it is to save up for college, but I don't understand why Kate can't do it, doesn't she needs to go to college too?"Flourish shook her head in astonishment. "This is insane. Oswald is... well, you know what he is like. You told us about your encounters with him. He is not exactly the nicest person.""I know," Orlanda sighed. "That is why I'm so torn. My parents' reasons don't make sense, and it feels like they are hidin

ANDREW bowed slightly, respecting her decision. "As you wish, my lady," then he turned to leave the room, ready to carry out her instructions.Before he could exit, Lady Frances called out to him. "Wait, Andrew,” he sharply turned back to her, “bring Orlanda's letter to me. I want to keep it close."With the speed of light, he retrieved the letter and handed it to Lady Frances. "Here you go, my lady," he said.She collected it, a small smile laced on her face. Andrew was about leaving when something struck him, and he stood straight.“My lady, is there anything else I need to do, aside announcing the close of the application?” He asked and she looked up at him, nodding.“Yes, I had almost forgotten,” she said and leaned forward, “you are to send a brief text to the chosen candidate with the contact she had dropped, and invite her over for a short interview at the Oswald's mansion, tomorrow to be precised,” she concluded.He looked at the said application, it was still in her hands,

OSWALD leaned back in his leather chair, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders. The large windows of his office revealed a city bathed in the soft glow of twilight, skyscrapers casting long shadows over the streets below. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, signaling that it was time to retire for the evening, but Oswald remained motionless, lost in thought.His office, like the man himself, was an embodiment of power and control, sleek, minimalist, and devoid of any personal touches. Everything had its place, every item meticulously organized, just the way he liked it. The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional rustle of papers as Oswald methodically arranged his desk, preparing for the next day.The day has been so hectic, as always. Dealing with meticulous staff, punishing and firing those he thinks are stubborn, and at the end, doing the job of those he fired, coupled with his own work, making all days hectic for him.As he