Get me married
He deserved all the respect he got, but understanding the kind of power he had and the kind I didn’t, I knew that I was nothing without his identity hovering over me just as he had done at that moment.
“Mr. chase, Mrs. chase,” a young lady called out and I turned to my right. A lady, very professional in her outlook and the glasses she got on came towards us. She was beautiful none the less, had a tight-fitting skirt that stopped below her knees and a very good shape, then a white shirt that she never buttoned all through. She was exquisite and beautiful just like the lady down stairs. I took note and looked around, then found that every woman and man who worked in there, were dangerously be