SANDRAI have attended to a lot of patients and I don't think another will enter this office. Let me take a look at what the package is all about. I was thinking it was from Armando, but since the messenger said it was from a patient that I once treated, let me check. I started opening the package till I saw a white material, I became curious and almost used my teeth to open it. The difficulty in opening the package made me look for scissors inside my drawer. I cut off some places and brought the item out. I spread it with my both hands and I was shocked to see the exact dress that I wore to see Damien. Hmm, a patient I once treated? Are you sure it wasn't the wife that bought this because she was my patient then. No, she can't afford this. I am sure it was Damien. The price tag was still on the dress and it was far more expensive than what I got it for. I felt so emotional. Damien went a long way just to apologize for what happened. I am really speechless. Although, I was happ
SANDRA My mother was rubbing her back because she was sobbing quietly. "But, I am not a bright student." "Says who?" "My classmates." "Did your teacher say something like that?" She shook her head negatively. I now understood that the fear was because of her fellow age mates. "Susan, I don't want you to be scared again. You are going to a new school and from now henceforth, I will pose as your elder sister so that they wouldn't notice anything. The respect will be there, okay?" Susan nodded and cleaned her tears. I really felt her fears because I have been there before. I know what it means when children of the rich and the wealthy bully the poor ones. It is very intimidating. That evening, I told my mother to follow me to the room that I wanted to show her something. I brought out the dress and showed her, "this is what I received today in the office." She collected it from me and observed it. "From who?" "Damien Flores." She widened her eyes, "Damien? Why? What for? Bu
ARMANDOI had a very hectic day at work. I decided to have a branch in Vegas just for the expansion of my company. I am making more investments because of the future. I have had such plans before but I was waiting for the right time to execute it. Now that work is in progress, I also need to use the opportunity to get a woman for myself. I have mourned my ex girlfriend enough. It is time to move on. Something about Sandra tickles my fantasy. I don't know if it is love or just infatuation. That is why I am not pushing any further till I find out. The young lady has done well for herself and I am super proud of her. In as much as she didn't tell me much about herself, I have asked questions and come to realize that she does not only have a hospital for the sick, but also an eatery, not just one but two branches managed by her mother. I also learnt that she was once Damien's ex-girlfriend but what I don't know is why it didn't work out for them because I need to find out before I v
ARMANDO "You mean the man with that lady in a green silky gown?" She pointed. "Exactly!" "That is the President General of the MGM film production company." "Huh? That's massive." She nodded her head. "Do you know his name?" "General Roger Moore." "Thank you." I observed them for a while before I left the scene. I was inside my car, trying to think of how they got to know each other. Sandra has really gone places, if actually she has met big top people like this. If she can just sit down with such a man just to eat and discuss, then I am not half of her standard. I feel intimidated now and I have lost the power or even the voice to talk to her. Maybe, I just have to be at the back and watch them. Maybe they have been in a relationship which I don't know about. But, I remembered that I asked her and she told me that she wasn't into anyone. Was she lying? I put my car to life and sped back to my lodge. I wasn't happy but at the same time, I was confused. I got back to my r
CLARAI looked at myself in the mirror for a very long time and realized how I have changed a bit. My face was still the same but I have lost some weight. The gown I was putting on was going down by the shoulder. I kept on raising it up to my neck. My front hair was just starting to grow and I can't tell why it peeled off. Maybe during the accident, I lost some hair. Damien keeps telling me that my face wasn't supposed to be like this if not that Sandra did some magic on it. That same Sandra that I met him with at that hotel. I felt bad after she talked to me. I shouldn't have reacted in that manner. I went too far and I really blame myself. Since after that incident, Damien has been acting strange and I am not happy about it. I wouldn't have gone there in the first place. I don't even know what made me start thinking that Damien will start cheating on me. We have been happily married all these years and something of that nature hasn't happened. Someone knocked on my door. I k
CLARA"Paul, use your car.'' He refused and insisted. I entered my car, locked the doors and ignited the car. The gatekeeper rushed to open the door. He knew I wasn't joking. He parked his car outside the compound which was better. He walked towards his car and began to follow me behind with his car. I was seriously thinking while driving towards the school. How do I explain to people if he eventually tells them that he is the real father and the resemblance is much. I got to the school and I saw parents coming to pick their children from the school. Paul parked his car and followed me to Benjamin's classroom. When my son saw me, he ran and hugged me. The teacher was happy to see me because I am usually not the one coming to pick him up from school. The teacher kept looking at Paul who was beside me. "Hi," she said, stretching forth her hand to greet Paul. He also accepted the handshake. "Benjamin looks so much like you." "Wow! Really? Thanks for the compliment but Mr Damien
SANDRAI woke up one morning feeling so sad. I can't even tell what changed my mood. I didn't have any bad dreams but it seems I woke up from the sleep with my left hand side. I checked the time because I have stayed on the bed for the past few minutes since I woke up. I needed to start preparing for work before the staff would start calling. I was still thinking of the clothes to wear when I got a notification message. There is an urgent meeting for all medical practitioners all over the world at the American North Central hospital on the 6th of March. Attendance is very compulsory. The medical team association. Hmm, what does this mean? I stared at my phone for a while. What kind of urgent meeting could this be? I gradually got down from my huge bed, walked towards the wardrobe, opened it wide and placed both my hands on my waist. "What outfit will be a good fit for this occasion?" I asked myself and I don't know how many days the meeting will take. These people should have
SANDRA "Roasted beef and porridge rice." "Please take the cloth rack along with with, wash off the dirty clothes in it. I have a trip to make tomorrow." "Huh?" I ignored her and began to apply my cream mixed with skin oil. I was rushing as if there was somewhere I needed to go. I just drew out the chair from the table and began to eat the food. My mom is a professional cook and I don't doubt it. No wonder President Flores gave her the contract to supply food for him every two weeks. I finished the meal and began to go through some documents that I will be needing to attend the meeting. I just hope there is nothing much to do. It was time for me to bring her back from school and I had to dress well because I need to know if she made new friends. When I got there, I had to stand close to my car with my hands clasped together and using my eyes to search for her in the midst of crowd. I just hope she sees where I parked my car because I promised her that I will come over. I ad