In Ansel's office, Kai and he were having small talk when the secretary called. She got back to him in less than the ten minutes she had been given. It was either she was that efficient or she wanted to show how efficient she was. Either way, Ansel knew her very well and the only reason he tolerated her was because she was good at her job."Sir, Mr. Emmet is on the line. Can I transfer him to you now?" She asked and Ansel answered with a grunt. He wasn't a man of many words and his workers had been used to it by now.After a while, "Hello Mr. Winston? How are you today? I hope there is no problem," Mr Emmet, the CEO and President of Diamond Studios, was worried when he heard that it Ansel Winston who was looking for him.He couldn't remember he and Ansel crossing paths any time in the near past and he wondered why Ansel himself would look for him. He really hoped and prayed that all was well.All the business people in Xela knew better than to mess with Ansel. This was because he was b
Denise attended every training faithfully and within no time, days had gone and the Independence Day was here. They had rehearsed well and they were ready.The hardest thing about such kind of a production was that it was to be acted live. There were no retakes and mistakes weren't tolerated.She wasn't fazed though. She took it as a challenge and if she were able to ace this, then she would be able to act in the movie without giving the crew a hard time. She was aiming for a one take per scene and she was confident that she could, she would, do it.They went, they presented and the crowd gave them a standing ovation. Her part might have been not so big but it was a crucial part to the whole play.The production had been about how the heroes of Xela had fought for independence and there was the legendary woman who had been coordinating everything from the shadows and how they won giving birth to this day when Xela was declare d sovereign state.Traditionally, there was no Xela. There
Denise looked at Alex and she didnt have an excuse. She was good grifter just that Alex seemed to see right through her and she actually liked the other girl. A lot, in fact. She didn't want to lie plus she didn't want to turn down free lunch. Ansel wasn't here and she didn't have anything to fear.Nevertheless, given the option of going out for lunch with Alex or taking her to her house, Denise obviously preferred the former. How could she let Alex know that she lived in the slums of Lorace?Yes, her house looked better now but imagine making Alex jump over the sewer lines and the smelly heaps of garbage in her expensive high heels! It would also be putting Alex in danger because it was like the slum delinquents could smell money. They would be tempted to steal from her. Not that Denise wouldn't be able to deal with them but too much unwanted attention was what she didn't need right now.The last time they met, she justified the fact that she saved Fey in the slums while on her evenin
Denise knew how to appreciate a good thing when she saw it. She drank in the beauty and the magnificence of this hotel and she loved it. It was just like how she would imagine anything owned by Ansel Winston to look like.She had been brought up as a pauper and she swore that if she was ever to become a mother, this was the life she was going to give her children. She was going to make up for what she had missed in her childhood.On the table, there was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice and there were wine glasses on a small transparent glass cabinet on the side of the room near the fire place. There were also appetisers and fruits cut and arranged in a beautiful manner on the same table. Denise felt bad that that beautiful art made with the fruits would have to be eaten. Ah, the ways of the rich!Alex invited her to sit and she did and she (Alex) went to pour the wine in the wine glasses."Don't pour for me. Sorry, but don't drink," Denise told her and Alex looked at her as i
Denise felt like her heart had jumped out of her chest. No, it literally did. What was this? Didn't Alex say that it would just be the two of them? So, what was this? What was he doing here of all places?She didn't think that she would have to go through this again. Not that she hated it, no. In fact, she really liked it. What she didn't like was making a fool of herself the way she did last time by fainting.There, standing at the door and smiling at them, was Ansel. Yes you heard that right. The same Ansel who never smiled. The iceberg of Xela, was standing there smiling at them like it was nothing but natural for him to be there. He didn't even seem like he was surprised that they were there at all."Hey you two," he began and up-to now, Denise was just staring at him hoping that he was just anapparition. But did apparitions talk or smile at people?"Hopes you dont mind my coming here unannounced. I was having a meeting here in my office and when I was leaving, Xavier told me tha
They talked and laughed and didn't actually notice that time was moving. It was much, much later when the waiter came to pick the used plates that they realized that they had been talking and laughing like old pals for almost two hours.Denise was actually surprised that she could hold her own for that long when faced with an enigma like Ansel. She also realised that he was an easy going man and she shouldn't have feared him as much.Ansel, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. He was ecstatic. Who would have told him that his crush was that fun to be with. They were like two sides of the same coin. All Ansel knew was the high class stuff, business and closing deals but Denise knew the street life. She had been there and she knew more about the life of the poor and the middle class than Ansel did. They thus talked about all this and that without any care in the world but the downside came when Ansel asked her about her family. This was a topic she had never talked about with or to an
In the nineteen years of her life, Denise had been through hell and back. She had literally gone through the valley of death and had emerged on the other side victorious and she did because from an early age, she learnt that the only person she could trust was herself and herself alone.That was why she didn't have any friends. If even the people she called her own family didn't want her, what of strangers? Thus, she had built these huge walls around herself and hadn't found anyone who could break them or to put it rightly, she had never let anyone near her. She had barricaded herself and trust wasn't something she gave readily.She had also learnt, from an early age, that tears didn't solve anything. They only made one look weaker than they already were and gave people reason to want to hurt and bulky her more.And there is nothing bad in this world the enemy knowing that they affect you with their actions. There are some psychopathic and sadistic people in the world who derive plea
Denise sat there for a while frozen as if she was suspended in time. Her heart was beating a thousand beats a minute. If body organs could talk, her heart, her lungs and her small intestines would have talked of how nervous she was at that moment. She felt the proverbial butterflies in her stomach. If Dwayne wanted her dead, he had succeeded because if she didn't calm down and quickly, she would get a heart attack. She could feel the palpitations coming. "l am definitely hallucinating! That's it. I must be sick. Or have I been overworking myself? That must be it." Denise thought to herself as she sat there trying to control her breathing and staring at Ansel like a ghost.She thought she had heard him wrong. She must have. He couldn't have been serious, could he? She stood wanting some fresh air to help her think and when Ansel saw that, he felt his heart miss a beat. Did she want to leave without saying anything? Was he too direct and he frightened her?He couldn't let her just l