Marie left to summon Glenna Davis just like the Manager had ordered her to do on her way out. It was almost two in the morning, and clients were starting to head home. Some are so drunk that the club bouncers need to help them to their cars with their drivers waiting for them upfront the building. Just like the four politicians' kids, Zeth, Matt, Eric, and Jace. They have fallen asleep after a good shagging with the well-experienced beauty in the art of sexual pleasures, Rebecca King.After a while, Glenna knocked on the Manager's office, and Sandra let her in. "Manager Valk!" Glenna greeted with blithe, a clear disregard of who was in front of her. One of Glenna's ugly personalities, she is too confident of herself that she is heedless and indifferent towards others around her. She is even more of an oppressor kind of person to the people she believes are inferior to her. While with Sandra, Glenna feels like the Manager is not far from her, meaning she is not out of Sandra's league,
"Someone complained, but it wasn't her," Sandra answered calmly."Someone complained, but it wasn't her?" Glenna asked.Glenna repeated every word Sandra just said but in an inquiring tone. Disbelief and doubts filled her expression like she could not believe someone else would dare dip a finger into this issue. She was thinking about letting it go. What she said to that newbie in the hallway was just an empty threat. She was even annoyed when that service girl bravely talked back at her. Now that she recalls everything that has happened, Glenna is feeling furious again. "Then who? Let them come forward," Glenna did not hide her fury provocations."Are you sure about that?" Sandra had to pretend she was taking sips of her vodka to hide her smile. Oh, how she would love to laugh maniacally and victoriously. But Sandra knew it would affect her badly if Glenna realized even the slightest thought that Sandra was enjoying her promising misery."Hell, yes!" Sandra's words fueled Glenna's r
"What?! Can you say it again? Who?" Glenna's words rambled. Her questions came out one after another. She heard what the manager said, but her brain wouldn't process it. As if by doing so, the name would eventually change. Glenna felt her heart leap. It showed on her face though she was trying to conceal it. The dreadful sting of the possibility that she may have heard the name she feared it to be was starting to overwhelm her.Sandra frowned. She was trying to hide her smile, so she glared at the girl in front of her. "I don't know which of your questions to answer first," Sandra held her glass to have a drink of her vodka. To Glenna, Sandra was also bothered. The situation turned out to offend a VIP, and Sandra is not one to take such mistakes lightly."Did you say, Denny Vero?" Glenna's face turned pale with shock and fear."Yes!" Sandra answered with disdain."The Denny Vero that I know?" Glenna clarified."Is there any other Denny Vero among our clients here?" Sandra scoffed.
"Carl, I ordered some food at the restaurant downstairs. Please pick them up and send them to Sweet Haven, as I told you when I gave you a calling card last night. I did tell you about it, right?" Denny asked with uncertainty. He can sometimes forget things like he had them in his thoughts but failed to speak for the other person involved. He is just human. After all, mistakes are inevitable."Yes, sir," Carl answered politely."You just have to hand the food to the lady named Marie, and she will do the rest," the employer instructed.Denny called his driver as soon as he placed his order for take-out at the ground-floor restaurant in his office building. It was a hospital compound, but Denny's office, which is actually his brother's, was located on a separate building with its ground floor having commercial establishments such as convenience stores, restaurants, and coffee shops. They were all serving twenty-four hours, just like the hospital, so Denny could order food anytime. He ju
While Denny was checking things on his list, Carl was on his way to Sweet Haven to deliver the food just as Mister Vero had ordered. He arrived at the building's front parking area and dialed a number from a calling card with a Lewis Marie (Assistant Manager) name printed above the contact digits. "Good morning, I am here to send a delivery asked by Mister Denny Vero," Carl spoke politely to the person on the other line. The other person was of higher authority than him, as he had seen on the business card. Carl is not ashamed of his profession, but he is used to meeting prominent and respectable people around Denny Vero's circle. He knows how to keep his dignified stand in his own way. And that is to respect himself by not making a fool out of him when he gets the chance to meet them this way. After all, he is just a driver. Today, he is asked to deliver something for his employer. Carl does not have to say anything more than he is told to do so. The other person said she was alrea
Trisha woke up earlier than usual today. It was because her client, Mister Vero, sent her to her room early the previous night. She had so much time to rest and sleep. The pain in her lower back was no longer as to how it felt when Denny checked her for injury. Yet as ordered, Trisha did not move around too much. She was also worried she would worsen her state and not get to serve Mister Vero again tonight. So she just had cereal with milk for breakfast and stayed on her bed as she did her online lessons. The good thing about online classes is that she can choose how to sit according to her comfort while watching the lectures on video. Right now, Trisha was stretching her body in a yoga position, sitting on the soft bed with her soles facing each other, held by her hands with her back straight up. She can feel every muscle in her body stretched as she makes her moves, bending her body to its limits from left to right. With her clasped hands holding one knee, she would twist her body
Denny was walking his way to the storage room when he felt his phone vibrating. He fished it out of his pocket and checked. He stopped in his tracks when he realized it was a message from Trisha. He almost forgot about her as he was focused on his work, but the moment he saw her name on his message lists, Denny subconsciously smiled. He was excited to check what could be the content of her message. He saw a bench in the hallway, so he quickly crossed the distance to sit down. He placed the wooden file binder in his hand beside his seat, and with both hands, he held his phone to check her text.It was the very first time he had received a message from Trisha. He would always check on her, and she would only answer. She never initiated the move to contact him before.All he saw were pictures, no message of hi or hello or anything. He carefully checked the images. Denny could not help sending a message to respond."Do they taste as they look good?"But Trisha must have been typing at the
"Hello?" Trisha timidly answered the phone as soon as she saw Marie leave, and after she swallowed the food in her mouth. But in her haste, she still had to clear her throat."Oh, sorry. You must be eating right now. Call me later, when you're done, okay?" Denny did not even wait for Trisha to answer. He decisively ended the call and stood from his seat, and walked to the storage room where he was supposed to go before he got the text from Trisha.Denny thought he could call her later when she was done, but he might also forget when he gets too engrossed working, so he asked her to call him instead. He was confident Trisha would do as he asked. She should eat her meal first. Trisha was startled to see the call ended, but when she realized his words, she thought about getting done with her meal so she could call him. She was worried Mister Vero might be disappointed again if she disobeyed, so she ate properly. She might choke if she eats in haste. That would slow her down from calling
“Honey…?” Denny called out carefully.Claudette was already about to enter the ward when she heard the man who introduced himself as Denny Vero called for Aleah so sweetly and concerned. She smiled. She just confirmed her thoughts that these two are romantically involved. She silently placed the food she bought and the change on a chair by the door before she lightly knocked and waved her hands to say she would be right back.Trisha bowed her head lower when she heard the knocking on the door. At the same time, Denny turned his head to look back and saw Mrs. Murphy pointing at the purchases she brought while she hurriedly exited the ward.Denny wasn’t able to say anything before the lady disappeared from his sight. He went to get the drinks and handed Trisha a cup of tea. There were two, so he supposed the other one was for him. He took a sip and just said anything. He urged Trisha to try hers, too.“Honey, the tea is good. You should have a sip while it’s still warm.”But Trisha place
Trisha turned her head away from Denny and faced her mom instead. Her tears started to cloud her eyes again. She bit her lips not to let her cries out of her mouth.She clearly understood what Denny had just said right now, but she could not respond right away. She was feeling torn between accepting or declining his offer of financial assistance. It wasn’t for herself alone. It was for her mom, most especially. He also mentioned being a philanthropist, which surely meant he was going to donate a considerable amount to get the procedure done with the best outcome. Yet, Trisha was still worried about what she might have to do to return such a huge favor from Denny Vero.When she was with Chloe earlier, and Denny was not by her side, Chloe spoke to Trisha with her honest and frank thoughts. Trisha realized that Denny did not know his parents already knew everything, the facts, not what they feared his sister, Denisse, might have told them. She was actually glad Denny accepted her suggesti
“She is so kind,” Denny moved closer and whispered to Trisha. “I like her a lot!”Then Denny moved back to look at the girl on her face with a silly smile.“But don’t let her know about that, okay?” Denny murmured again. “She might like me back. I am afraid of that happening.”The two shared suppressed laughter with their hands in their mouths, covering, as they both looked back in the direction of the door. They seemed to have the same fear that the person they mentioned was already back and heard what Denny just said.“I like her, too,” Trisha shrugged her shoulders as she giggled after making sure Claudette wasn’t back just yet. She played along with Denny’s joke not to let the lady Murphy know they liked her so much.“Kidding aside, she is awesome,” Denny cleared his throat before he made known to Trisha his honest opinion about the lady taking care of the patient.He also heard from the doctor and nurses he was able to speak with that Claudette is doing her duties more than a mere
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Murphy!” Trisha’s voice was shaky as she looked up from the other side of the bed, embracing her mom cautiously.Trisha felt emotional. She was glad even to only hear that her mom would regain her consciousness. She’s been in the hospital bed for almost seven months now. She might have seen the person driving the car when she was hit, but as she was still in a coma, they could not ask her. Trisha and her brother Yohan are still hoping to find the justice they deserve. The police seemed to have no more lead to continue the investigation, and since the Silver siblings did not have anyone influential to ask for assistance, they would have to rely on whatever they heard from their mom’s recollections.It would be tough to hold on to such possibilities, but they believe their mom is fighting within her to survive her situation. And one victory may lead to another if she could point out who caused her so much pain and stole so much of her time to stay healthy and pro
Soon they arrived at the ward where the name Elaine Silver was written on the chart by the foot end of the patient’s bed. A woman was reading a book seated next to the patient. She was reading the book aloud like a mother reading a bedtime story to a kid. She was too focused on her book as she read with enthusiasm and emotion according to the content of the story that she did not notice the two, Trisha and Denny, walking next to the patient’s bed.Denny and Trisha looked at each other with amused smiles on their faces. Denny gave Trisha a sign not to make a sound using his finger placed above his mouth. Trisha nodded her head as she agreed not to make a sound. She was beyond glad and satisfied that the lady Murphy was indeed attending to her mom’s welfare with so much dedication and sincerity. She was also happy that the man beside her seemed to have the same thoughts about letting the lady reading a book continue until she realized their presence. And so she continued to read:“A fath
Trisha smiled happily. Denny saw her serene smile in his peripheral vision, and he felt good. His idea was turning out to be successful. That was what he was hoping for, to make his “honey” smile, not the polite one that her face had seemed to be painted with the whole day, but the pure natural smile she would usually wear on her face when she is genuinely happy.Soon they arrived at the hospital. Trisha was worried he would be late with his appointment.“Honey, I can walk my way into the hospital. You don’t have to send me in,” Trisha cautiously suggested. “You might be late.”Denny chuckled.“It’s okay. You wait for me by the entrance. I will be right back after I park the car.”Trisha had no choice but to do as he ordered. She consoled herself that he should know what he was doing. He wouldn’t insist if he did not have enough time, right?“Okay, I will stand by the entrance door. You can call me if there are any changes,” Trisha raised her purse with her phone and wallet inside it.
Denny paused for a while. He could not say it was personal, but it wasn’t business either. But he did not want to explain further, so he just made his answer short, although a bit ambiguous.“A little of both?” Denny chuckled, helping Trisha to stand from her seat beside him.Chloe was not convinced. Or maybe even if she was, the mother still wanted to spend a little more time with her dear son, so she expressed her disagreement.“I can only let you go early today if you promise to visit us next Sunday again,” she bargained.Denny’s eyes widened in disbelief.“Mom, I cannot promise you that, but I will try,” the son scratched his non-itchy backhead as he replied.“Then you will have to stay until dinner today. What do you say about that, Aleah?” Chloe turned to the girl beside Denny.“I… am…” the service girl stuttered. She did not know what to say, but knowing her answer was awaited, she had to say something. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Vero, but I do not decide things with…” Trisha could n
“Do you mean to marry this girl?” Franco Vero asked. His tone was still calm, not making his honest reactions known to his dearest son.“As of the moment, and if that is all for me to decide, I might say yes,” Denny chuckled at his sudden realization.The father was baffled by the son’s answer.“What do you mean?”“I don’t think the feeling is mutual just yet,” Denny let his weary mind off him.He felt good that his kind dad asked. He had been holding these thoughts within him. He could not freely speak about it with Don Carlo and Angela as he did not want to worry them for Trisha. But with his dad, he felt the assurance that his old man would understand where he was coming from. Denny let his heartfelt emotions flow.“I can feel this girl is purely doing business with me, and she never flirts nor misleads me to think she fancies me like a woman fancies a man. She is obedient in everything I ask and tells her to do because she is too cautious about losing her job. She has these invisib
As Aleah requested and without fear for Denny to grant them, they got dressed up with the doting Denny assisting his heart's wife; since they weren't legally married yet, in every step of getting her nicely yet comfortably clothed. "We should shop for new sizes of your underwear, honey," Denny gently suggested. "I am worried you might feel discomfort with the ones you used to wear and in your closet right now," he explained eagerly. He knew that pregnant women could be very sensitive, so he tried his best to clear any misinterpretations of his words. Angela excitedly bought Aleah different designs of pregnant dresses and others obviously needed by an expecting woman, but as she had not had the experience to reach pregnancy into a stage where her belly would swell up, Angela did not realize to include underwear in her shopping list. I have been meaning to do so, but as I was not allowed to go out without company aside from the nurse, I was just waiting when we could visit the shoppi