“What's on my schedule for today?”
"Well, you asked to see the CEO of the pivot point about your meeting with him last week and that was scheduled for this morning," she said, going through a clipboard. "Then, Mr Gustavo…" “Wait, is that the man that came to me about that car or something?" "Yes, he…” "Tell him to go to his insurance company or write him a check. Just get him away from me,” Maren said in frustration, and Louise scribbled something on the clipboard. As they were about to enter the hallway, an elderly woman suddenly emerged, holding a laundry basket. “Good morning, Mom.” her smile was broad. Her mom just gave her a playful scowl. Maren ignored it. “Where's Nathan?" "You'd have known if you agreed to attend to him today." "Oh come on mom, you know I'm always busy.” She whined and wrapped her hands around her mom tightly from behind. "Alexander doesn't give me any break and you know that" “I think I'll need to have a word with him then." Maren scoffed and let go of her, “That is practically impossible, mom. That man cares about no one but himself. He'll never listen to you” "Anyway Nathan needs you, you need to take some unpermitted break sometimes," her mom's feeble voice said, worry written in her face. "I’ll try,” she said cheerfully as she began walking away. Louise walked behind her. "You really need to stop doing the laundry, though. We've got people for that, Mom,” she said as she walked towards the exit. They both climbed into the back seat of one of Maren’s cars and, when they secured the doors, the driver started the engine. “Speaking of Mr. Blackwood, he requested the client records for the month” "Why?, he never asks for that,'' Maren asked, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. “I don't know. He seemed really serious about it." "Whatever, send it to him. He basically runs the company, anyway” ***** The doors of the main entrance swing open with the guidance of two hefty men and he walked in majestically. His presence caused whispers as the workers scurried to their stations. He paid no attention to them and walked straight to the elevator. Tapping his foot impatiently on the ground, he took occasional glances at his watch, as it seemed to take forever for them to get to the top floor. “Good day Mr. Blackwood,” Louise stood and greeted in surprise as soon as he set foot in her station. “I hope Maren's on the seat," he asked, his hands clasped behind him as he stared at her. “Ye…yes sir,” she stammered, avoiding his eyes. He shifted his gaze away from her and proceeded to Maren's office, which opened easily. “Whatever it is, tell them I'm busy," Maren said, her face buried in an open file and many others stacked around the table. Mr. Blackwood scoffed, making her pause and slowly lift her head. She stood up almost immediately. “Alexander, what are you doing here?" Her expression was a mixture of surprise and annoyance. He strolled forward, looking around. “Is this how you run this place?” He walked to a shelf filled with books and files. There was a golden horse statue sitting at the top. He placed a finger on it to check how dusty it was. It was. He turned his gaze back to Maren and raised a brow. She looked away and one guard walked forward, allowing Alexander to clean his finger on his shirt. “This place is a mess, Maren” "What are you here for, Alexander?” she asked, turning to him. He walked back to her table and stared straight at her. His grey eyes drilled half an inch into her soul as seconds went by. “I want you to…” “Mummy!!” a tiny voice called excitedly and a little human ran past Alexander and into Maren's arms. “Nathan, what are you doing here, darling?" Maren asked, picking him up in her arms. A young lady rushed into the office after a brief knock, partially panting. "I'm so sorry, Miss Sharpe. He outran me, I tried to stop him…” "I didn't see you this morning mummy, where were you?" He whined while playing with her hair. "Mummy had to work, Nathan. She replied. "Why did you make Aunt Rose chase you? That's not very nice” "I wanted to see you, but she wouldn't let me,” he whined again, hugging her around her neck and burying his face in her hair. “I'm sorry, my love,” Maren said, trying to soothe him. She raised his head to look at him. “Alright, you know what you're going to do for mummy?" He shook his head. “You're going to go with aunt Rose and I promise when I get back, we'll go out for your favourite ice cream. Would you like that?” "Yay!” He exclaimed happily, making Maren smile. She set him on the ground and he ran to meet Rose, who held out her hand to take his. “Bye mummy!,” he said as he skipped towards the door, holding Rose's hand. “Bye mummy's friend!" He was finally gone, and an unsettling silence followed. Alexander, who had been quiet all this while as everything played out, now turned to Maren, maintaining his stern, uncomfortable gaze. “I'm sorry. I um…I rarely allow him around here. I really don't know why she brought him here in the first place,” she tried explaining. She paused to see the mixed expression on his face. “His William's though. I…” “I want to make you an offer,” he interrupted, his face getting serious. One guard who came with him walked forward bearing a file, he placed it on the table before her. “Open it” Her brows creased as she looked through it. “What's this about?” "I want you to marry me” Maren paused as if to let it sink in before giving off a loud chuckle. “Good one, Mr. Blackwood,” she said, flipping through the pages. She looked up when she heard nothing from him to see the seriousness in his face. “Wait, you're serious?" “It's only temporary, Maren. We'll go our separate ways after" they locked eyes for a while. Hes intimidating hers until she gave in and looked away. "What makes you think I'll want to marry you?” "I'm not sure I'm giving you any choice, Miss Sharppe,” he replied. His brows arched in an evil expression. She turned back to him and back at the file, biting her lower lip. Her heart beating fast and her mind accommodating a thousand thoughts per second. She sharply looked back at him. "What's in it for me?”"I don't like this idea one bit, Maren,” Mrs Sharppe said, picking at her food that night at the dining table. “Come on now, Mom. I also don't like it but I need this, please." "What if it doesn't work out? What if he harms you in between the union? Giving you full ownership of the company isn't enough reason for you to sacrifice your happiness, Maren” her brows were furrowed; heavy with worry. “I know, mum,” Maren whined. "He's not given me any choice, anyway. I need that man off my neck, Mom” she paused and looked at her Mom whose eyes were fixed on the plate of grits in front of her. “You were the one who told me he's been hitting on you for a long time and now you want to jump at such an offer?”Her voice was calm, but angry. “You're getting too ambitious, Maren. Just like your father” Maren's brows creased. “I'm nothing like Dad. He was thoughtless and too ahead of himself. I'm only getting married to Alexander to…” “Mummy, am I going to have a daddy?" Both Ma
Maren sat in front of the dressing mirror, staring at her reflection. She couldn't believe that she could still be in this position after what Williams did to her three years ago. The makeup artist had just finished on her face and left Maren in the room, admiring herself. She really was proud of what she had achieved in those three years. The best being Nathan. “You really drained my beauty when you dropped out of me, Maren,” her mom said, walking into the room. “We both know that's a lie, mom, I look more like grandma and you know it” her mom chuckled and walked further into the room. She placed her hands on her shoulders while looking at the mirror. “You're from a pretty generation then, my dear,” she said, and Maren smiled. Then silence engulfed the room as each person struggled with their thoughts. “Are you sure you want this?" “I'm scared, mum," Maren said quietly. “But it's for the best, right?" Her mom kissed her brown hair, then smoothed it with her hand. “Whate
Alexander tried so hard to focus on the wedding and not think of his brother, who had just threatened him in his own house. He stood at the altar, forcing himself to smile as he caught sight of his father sitting at the forefront of guests, an observing expression on his face. The pianist increased the tempo of the tune as all eyes turned to Maren, who was walking down the aisle accompanied by one of Alexander's uncles. In almost no time, Maren was standing at the altar, flashing the realest smile she could form as she stared at Alexander. ‘What if it's not worth it, Maren? What if mom was right?’ her mind raced as soon as the priest began making them recite their vows. “I do," she replied, and her voice echoed in her head. Everywhere went silent as Maren stared straight at Alexander, waiting for the next action. Suddenly, there were amusing cheers from the crowd, and Maren was forced to turn towards the cheer. Right there, walking down the aisle, was Nathan, walking ste
"These came in for you, Mrs. Blackwood," Louise said, walking into her office, an enormous bouquet in her hands. Maren looked up at it for a second, then back down at what she was doing. "Who's it from?” "It doesn't say a name,” Louise said, looking at the tag attached to the flowers. “It only says congratulations, beautiful. Just like the others." “Well, put it with the others then," she ordered without looking up. "I think you have an admirer, Mrs. Blackwood,” Louise said, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear with a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Well, whoever it is must be some rich chicken who's refused to show himself,” Maren said, and Louise busied herself with looking through the gifts supposedly previously sent by the same person. “But aren't you a little curious, though?" Maren dropped the pen in her hand suddenly, looking up. "I see you have all the time in the world, Louise. Perhaps your job has become too easy." "No, I'm sorry ma'am," she apolo
Maren's heart sank, but she kept her eyes on Mr. Blackwood. She could feel Alexander's body tense up beside her, a look of dread on his face. “You really think I wouldn't know?" He asked casually. "You're my son, Alexander. You're very predictable,” Maren could swear she saw a flash in his eyes as he raised his face to meet his son's. Alexander's Adam's apple bounced up and down, but he kept his gaze on his dad. ”But” he continued, then paused. "I'll allow it. Because, for the first time, you put so much effort into something and didn't fuck it up” Okay, Maren was starting to get pissed. How can a father be so harsh on his son? Why was he being all saucy after pulling an all gracious act the previous times they'd met? She looked back at Alexander, who had his head bowed, staring at the table. ‘Why wasn't he saying anything? Does he just let his father bring him down like he was some child?’ Maren's head raced in anger, but she didn't dare vo
"What the hell are you doing here?” Maren's eyes flashed with raw anger and her fists clenched slightly. The man, who was crouched in front of Nathan, slowly stood up and turned to Maren. He placed his face in a relaxed expression and his muscular chest rose and fell in a rhythm. “Nice to see you too,” he said, his baritone filling her ears, reminding her of the man she had once shared everything with, who had now become her enemy. “Mummy?” Nathan’s little voice called in confusion at seeing his mom's countenance. Maren turned to him sharply. “Nathan, Nathan. Come here, come to mummy" he complied and hastened towards his mom. Maren took his hand and pulled him behind her. "How did you get in?” Maren asked, keeping her gaze on him. “You successfully raised a smart child, Maren. How long were you planning to keep him a secret?" he asked and folded his enormous arms across his chest. “Get out of my house" He smirked, "You really do know how to keep a grudge don't you?”
Alexander raised a brow at the lady who just walked into the room and then turned back to his drink. “Xander, baby,” she sang, beaming. She walked up to him and settled on the sofa beside him. Alexander was unmoved. “Why so quiet? Tell me you're not excited to see me and I'll know you're lying." “What are you doing here, Kim?" Alexander asked, keeping his eyes on his phone. Uninterested with whatever was going on around him “I'm not allowed to see my man any longer?" She leaned towards him and began caressing his body from the open part of his shirt. He didn't stop her. She went ahead to unbutton the rest of his shirt. She got on top of him and began kissing his now completely exposed chest. Slowly, she traced her way to his belt buckle and began unfastening it. Then she rose her head, going in for a kiss on his lips. In a flash, she was on the ground. He had pushed her off of him. “What is wrong with you?" She screamed, getting up from the ground. Everyone fell silent,
Maren sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her face was void of expression as she admired the neck piece she wore. As she did, the diamonds on her wrist shone in the bright light which illuminated the room. “Ma’am,” a maid stood at her half-opened door, with a pleasing demeanour. Maren turned in her direction slowly. “Master said to call you down." “Alright," she said in a quiet voice and turned back to the mirror when she had left. It was dark out and Alexander had made her dress up exquisitely for the gathering they were going for. In minutes, she made her way down the stairs. Her silver heels made soft clicking sounds on the ground as she walked. Quietly, she got to the sitting room where Alexander stood facing the window, waiting for her. She made sure to arrange her red, flowing body con dress before he turned to her. Slowly, he turned to view the presence in the room and paused unwittingly. His eyes travelled from the hair on her head to the shoes o
“You've been quiet ever since you got back from William's burial. What is the problem?” Maren didn't respond. She just sat at the table on her room's balcony, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. “What the hell happened that day Maren, talk to me," her mom persuaded, settling into the chair opposite her, placing a cup of tea in front of her. “You turned off your phone after that day and even Alexander hasn't been able to reach you." Maren reached for the cup and lifted it to her lips, making sure to not lock eyes with her mom. She took a sip of the tea and placed the cup in front of her mom, meaning she wasn't interested. Her mom narrowed her eyes at her. “At least if you wouldn't speak, listen to me." Maren still wasn't moved and one could tell that her attention wasn't entirely on what she was doing. “Well, Micheal, the detective was here yesterday while you were busy wallowing in your mind" her mom went on, anyway. "He could get a hold of
"William was sterile, alright?" “What?" “You heard me right, Maren," Irene replied, gritting her teeth. “And you would have known if you had listened to him, gave him a chance to speak” "Stop it Irene, you're messing with me” “Of course, this is the best time for jokes," Irene said sarcastically. "You can't be serious, Irene,” she said almost in a whisper as her voice was beginning to fade from the tears which choked her. Goosebumps traced their way to her brain, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold. “He said you were always telling him how you wanted a child before the wedding and you always seemed so happy talking about it that he never had the heart to tell you he could not fulfil that one wish of yours” "No!” she muttered and staggered back a little, holding herself from doubling over as a tear dropped from her eyes. By this time, everyone around noticed something was wrong, but they didn't seem like they'd come any closer to confirm. Irene didn't care, she continu
“Well, hi" the newcomer said in a low voice as she sat. Maren raised her head at the sound of the voice and turned to look beside her. “I was thinking you wouldn't come." “You really have the guts to show up here, don't you, Irene? Maren spat but quietly, to avoid attracting attention to herself while keeping her eyes forward and focused on the priest who had begun to speak. He held a shiny Bible and began to speak in a gentle, yet authoritative and audible tone. "Dear friends and family, we gather today to bid farewell to a remarkable individual, William Sinclair. A man of great vision, entrepreneurial spirit, and of course, a man of great leadership…” Maren almost scoffed, but kept it inside of her. As much as she felt sad that he was gone, being beside Irene only reminded her of everything both of them had done and it made some kind of hate grow inside of her again. “Why did you decide to come, you fake ass bitch?" Irene whispered. "At least I didn't go into hiding
"Are you okay, Maren?” Nella asked as she slipped into one of the facial chairs beside Maren. She put down her bag somewhere beside her and almost immediately, a lady came to attend to her. “I'm good, I mean, why wouldn't I?” Maren asked, without looking at her as her face was covered in a facial mask, but she knew it was Nella who had just spoken. "So you're holding up fine?” "Really, Nell?” "I'm just asking. I mean, he was your ex fiance after all and the father of your child,” she said defensively. “I like the fact that you said the word ‘ex fiance’. I don't care if he's the father of my child, I get to choose who'll father my child.” “Ooh, spicy" Nella said, as her legs were placed in a footbath, the mouth she was referring to Maren. “I really don't care what happened to him," Maren added. “Be honest, Maren, you still had feelings for him," Nella said, but Maren remained quiet, so she went on. “If really didn't care about him, you wouldn't have given him a chance
“I said, Mr Blackwood, that I was told…” "I heard you first time," he interrupted and leaned forward to quench the cigarette in the ashtray. His face was gloomy, as he knew who had disclosed the information. “So, sir, is there a chance I can get my hands on them?” The detective asked. Alexander leaned back into his sofa and scratched his almost bare chin in thought. "Do you have a warrant for this?” "Certainly sir." he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and showed it to him with bold shoulders. Alexander looked away from it and contemplated. It really wasn't easy getting that information. There was a lot of breaking in, colossal sums of money spent and, of course, torture involved before they could pull it off. “I can't show it to you," he finally said. “Respectfully, sir, that will be flagged as obstruction of Justice if you don't," he said, trying his best to use offenceless words. “What are you now, FBI?" Alexander scoffed "I in fact
"And Mr Blackwood?” ‘Shit! Alexander’ Maren's mind raced. He was so quiet when William broke the news about taking the whole situation to court and why did he tell her about those documents in time? It was as though he felt like it wasn't going to work, so there was no use and had a Plan B… “Ma’am are you okay?" Micheal interrupted, breaking into her thoughts. “Alexander would do no such thing. He was ready to face the judge tomorrow. He had critical evidence that William was a criminal," she blurted. "Mrs Blackwood, I meant his father, Mr Blackwood senior.” Maren's eyes widened slightly in the realisation of what she had just spilled. That file was only going to be released in court, though how it was obtained was illegal and incriminating and now she had unknowingly blabbed about something so confidential. “What was that about critical evidence, ma’am?” “Maren baby. Are you alright?” Mrs Sharppe asked as soon as Maren set foot into t
As soon as Maren set foot into her company, the workers reduced their volumes to murmurs and stares. She wasn't bothered, though. It was only normal that they talked about how frightened she could be when the fate of her keeping her son was going to be decided the next day. Head forward and accompanied by just one guard, she got onto the elevator, ignoring the greetings of some workers which she knew were just so they could hear her say something. No matter how much she tried to comfort herself, her mind still drifted to the fear of what might go down the next day at the court and deep down, she prayed that Alexander's plan would work out. She wasn't scared- at least not like before. It was more of an anxiety she felt just as the elevator opened on her office’s floor. “Good morning, ma’am,” Louise greeted as Maren passed by her station. Maren ignored and proceeded forward to her office. “A man is here to see you, ma'am," she added quickly and stood to follow her. "Send hi
“Won't you do something about this? William has taken Nathan once and it'll take him nothing to do it again, Alexander.” Alexander was quiet. He just sat in his swaying office chair, flipping through files on his desk. Maren was restless and angry as she paced, waiting for him to say his first word since she entered the office. She stopped and settled herself on the chair on the other side of the table, making him lift his head to meet her weary gaze. “Please Alexander” Dropping the pen he held, he sighed and opened up another file on the table. “This is the compilation of the activities which go on in three of William's companies,” he said, flipping through the documents. Maren watched in marvel and anticipation as a lot of thoughts ran through her mind at once. “Two out of three have secret compartments used in money laundering.” He said and flipped through more pages. "Here contains the statements of victims of unnecessary assaults on workers from one of William's compani
The car came to a screeching halt and almost ran into the other car in front of it. Maren's eyebrows were furrowed and heavy with anger and fear. She drummed impatiently on the steering wheel as she peeped at the traffic light, which chose the worst time to turn red. Rose, who sat in the back seat, could only steal glances at her boss through the rearview mirror as she knew the situation they were in was half her fault. Maren stepped on the gas as soon as the light turned green, throwing rose back in her seat. She was glad she had learned how to drive a long time ago and not rely on drivers. Keeping her eyes on the road and her mind on her aim, she swerved into an estate and increased the acceleration as it was a straight road. Finally, she turned and brought the car to a halt in front of a massive gate. She watched as a button on the gate turned red and the auto gate began opening…but slowly. She sat in the car, tapping her feet lightly on the gas pedal and fuming as she wa