"Who's that guy?" She asked, curious. "I knew you'd ask immediately. You should wait for your sister, she'll do the talking and explanation better. I'm too old for gossip." That got Rosie laughing so hard. "You're so dramatic. We both know you're itching to tell me everything. So, just spill it already." "He's a son to Nathan Clarkson!" She blurted out. "The Nathan Clarkson?" Rosie asked, trying to be certain she heard her mother correctly. "Yes baby, that one." "Oh, my Fucking God!" Rosie exclaimed. "Language, young lady." "Sorry ma'am." Rosie grinned. "Annie is dating a Billionaire. How in god's name did she meet him?" She queried, impatiently. "Well, you do know that Nathan Clarkson was a friend of your father during his College days, right?" Rosie nodded. "And they remained friends until he left the country to further his education in Medicine. I told Raymond about it when I found out that Nathan was his father. Since then I've been in contact with him and his Wife." Ev
The weather was perfect. The evening sun, golden brown, gives the sky a golden ambience. Rosie finally settled for one of her sister's dresses. Since most of her clothes were in the apartment she shared with Tessa. A large chunk of the clothes in her sister's wardrobe were extremely beautiful, so it took a while before she could settle for any of them. She realized that Annie had practically changed her wardrobe. It was more surprising to note that each of the clothes in her wardrobe cost a fortune. So, she didn't need a soothsayer to tell her that she was looking like a bag of money when she was done dressing up. And of course, she was smelling great too. Her taxi arrived at the The Coastal-inn right on time. A few minutes before four. She stepped into the beautiful five star restaurant with too many eyes on her. Her minimal made-up face glowed effortlessly. On sight, a waiter walked up to her and greeted. "Welcome to the Coastal-inn." He said "Hi, thank you so much." She re
"Hello everyone, I'm home!" Rosie called, closing the door behind her. "Welcome home Sis." Annie greeted, putting a pause on the movie she was watching. She walked over and hugged her sister. "Mmm, munchin, you're back already?" "Yep. Came back a while ago." She replied, going back to her seat. "Mom's not home." She told Rosie who was darting her eyes around in search of their mother. "Did she call to say she'd be late?" She asked, taking a seat on one of the empty chairs. "She texted." Came the reply. "You look so beautiful by the way. You went on a formal date?" Annie asked, drawing her conclusion from Rosie's outfit. Rosie removed her shoes. "A business lunch actually. I got a job offer today. Something very pretty with a good pay. I feel like I'm on top of the world already Annie." She broke the news excitedly. "Omg!! Congratulations sis. Gosh, I'm so happy for you right now. How, how were you able to do that? Owen linked you up finally?" "Not Owen please. Don't be a vibe
"What is wrong with you? You see that younger sister of yours, she's a big problem and a bad influence on you. Was she the reason you didn't call all through the weekend?" Owen asked Rosie when she walked into his office. Already used to her constant calls and bugging, he found it off that she didn't so much as place a call through to him all through the weekend. "So this is why you sent for me?" "That's not enough reason to send for you? See the way you're talking to me. I just knew allowing you to visit your Mom over the weekend was a bad idea." "Allowing me? So, you've tasked yourself with the responsibility of granting me permission before I can see my family?" She chuckled. "Owen please, don't be delusional." She told him. "Me, delusional. You open that mouth of yours to call me delusional. You're really growing wings, Roseline." She sucked her teeth. "Anyway, good morning to you too." She said, taking a seat. "Did you send for me just to shout? And whatever do you mean by
"Owen, exchanging contacts with such an influential man is not a bad thing. Or, is it?" She asked, confused. "I doubt it is." He replied with sarcasm. "I mean hearing from you that you went out last weekend with a man old enough to be your father is really not a bad thing. At what point did you both become a thing?" "Please, am I missing something?" Rosie asked, sitting up. "What's with the sarcasm? What did I do wrong?" Owen laughed. "What did you do wrong? The fact that you don't see anything wrong with lying to me about your whereabouts last weekend makes me mad with anger. You told me you went to your mother's instead you went out with that Old-rickety-fool. You've added lies to your latest new set of behaviors right?" He asked but received no answer. "So," he continued. "He just offered you a job. You didn't pay for it, maybe in kind. I mean it's obvious you can't offer him cash. You don't have a dime to your name..." A slap landed on his right cheeks before he could finis
Stepping into the mighty building housing Global Link Ad Agency, Rosie felt nothing but gratitude in her heart. Gratitude to Gregory Johnson for helping her secure such a great place of work. It was a high rise and well appointed building with each floor buzzing with activity. She had been there the previous week for the job interview. Which went well, a confirmation was the mail she got from them a few days later to resume work. She made her way to the reception. Having been there before, she knew her way around to some extent. True to Gregory's words, ZED was indeed a small place compared to Global Link. She crossed the walkway to the receptionist and greeted her, and got a warm smile and a greeting in return. "I'm Miss Bainer, one of the new employees." "Ah yes, you're welcome." She said. "Please take a seat over there." She pointed to a row of seats towards her right that were isolated from others. Rosie quickly strolled over to the direction she was pointed to and sat dow
The Day went well for Rosie. Her Boss wasn't as difficult as he had tried painting himself. She did place a call to Mrs. Philip and had her came down to assist her get a hand on things. The hardest part of her day was moving in and out of her Boss's office. It was exhausting with the inches of heels she had on. He requested her presence almost every twenty minutes and she stood most of the time while working with him because she was either sorting out files, taking instructions from him for the next day or reviewing a pitch with him which as oddly as it seems, he prefers standing while reviewing pitches. Her toes were literally on fire when she was done. But she was happy, she was doing what she loves. She punched on her keyboard, finishing her last correction on the presentation he gave her. Just about the same time her phone started ringing. Seeing Gregory's name appear on the screen, Rosie smiled and picked up. "Hello. Good after sir.. Mr Johnson.. Gregory, sorry." She corr
"Look who's back." Tessa screamed immediately Rosie opened the door to their tiny sitting room. The small and stylishly decorated sitting room sparkled with the new fluorescent bulbs they fixed-in the previous day. Rosie was a sucker for flowers and she didn't hesitate to make it known in the sitting room she shared with Tessa. "Oh Tess, I need a foot rub. My toes hurt." She said taking a seat. "Ah, I'm so sorry. The new job was stressful?" "You have no idea. I had to stop at a store to get a pair of slippers. My shoe was driving me crazy." She told her , and raised her leg to show off a new pair of flats she had on. "What about your shoes then? You left them at the store?" Tessa asked, having looked around and not seen any sign of her friend's shoes. "Oh my God, I must have forgotten..." She was interrupted by a knock on the door. Tessa marched to the door and met Dean standing with a nylon-bag containing Rosie's shoes. "Yes, how may I help you?" She asked, clueless and fee
Rosie hesitated for a moment before slipping her finger under the flap and pulling out the contents. Her eyes widened with curiosity as she saw a stack of neatly typed pages. As she began to read through them, her breath caught, shock, surprise registered on her face immediately. The papers were house ownership documents for the lake house Gregory rented for her birthday celebration. The same lake house they were in, when he had asked her to marry him. But what shocked her the most was that her name was listed as the new owner of the property. With trembling hands, she looked up at Gregory, unable to believe what the document was implying. “Greg, what… What is this? You bought the house?” Gregory shrugged casually, as if it were no big deal. “You said you liked the house, so I decided to buy it for you,” he explained. “I realized I hadn’t actually gotten you a proper birthday present yet, so… this is my birthday present,
Mrs. Dee quickly disappeared down the hallway, leaving Rosie to soak in the comforting familiarity of the space.Moments later, Gregory appeared at the hallway entrance, surprise and delightful joy spread across his face. He looked at Rosie, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, relishing in the joy of her visit. Then, with a few quick strides, he crossed the room and pulled her into a tight bear hug, lifting her off the ground slightly. Rosie giggled cutely as she spun her slightly.“I can’t believe you’re here,” he murmured into her hair before pulling back just enough to capture her lips in a deep kiss.Mrs. Dee, who had been watching from the hallway, glowed with joy and she did a little happy dance. Sensing that it was time to give them some privacy, she quietly slipped away, leaving the couple to themselves.The kiss between them started slow, as they locked their lips, but then, it gently escalated into something more passionate, demandin
Owen laughed, letting out a harsh, unremorseful sound. “Always acting like the useless clueless saint, always." He spat out. "You had it coming, though. Do you think you can just toss me aside, mess up my career, join a rival firm, cart away most of my clients, and everything will be fine? You deserve everything that happened to you, do you fuckin hear me?” He banged his hands on the table between them and became immediately calm when the policemen in the room rushed at him.Hearing his painful, venomous words, Rosie lost every hope she had of hearing or seeing him sound or act remorseful. It dawned on her that he didn't regret any of the things he did. Unshed tears burned her eyes, but she refused to let him see her cry. “You’re a bitter, selfish, and wicked man,” she spat at him, her voice very steady and clear. “I hope you rot in hell for what you did.” Owen started laughing mockingly, still seated, held down by the police. Without waiting for a response, Rosie turn
As soon as Gregory and Angie left, Rosie turned to her mother, "Well?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.Evelyn took a seat, looking at her warmly. "I always want your happiness, Baby," she began. "Gregory is a good man, he's proven that. And he loves you. It's also very clear that he makes you happy as well. You two would make a good couple. I've gotten past the bad blood between us, and you should do the same."Annie chimed in, "I think someone is going to get back her engagement ring pretty soon because you don't even have a choice. Not with how smitten you look.""You think?" Rosie blushed."I know," Annie replied.Rosie took a deep breath, then confessed, "You are right. I love Gregory Johnson so much that I don't think I could survive perfectly without him. I love the way he loves me."Everyone in the room smiled, feeling the warmth and love shared between them. They all came together for a family hug, embracing the second chance at happiness
A few days after being rescued from her kidnappers, Gregory and his daughter, Angelina brought Rosie home from the hospital, where she spent several days in recovery. Annie let them into the living room and went to inform her mother of their arrival. Evelyn, who was busy in the kitchen, making dinner, hurried out to the living room to welcome her daughter home.Pulling Rosie in a hug, all smiles, she held her a little longer. Annie offered Gregory and his daughter a seat and they settled into two of the empty sofas in the room."Thank you so much," Evelyn said to Gregory when she finally released Rosie. "Thank you for everything." She added."You know I'll do even more," he replied with a smile. Then he turned to Rosie, who was now settling in her seat. "I thought about taking her home to care for her myself, but I figured it was best to bring you home to family first."Annie smiled warmly. "Thanks for being so thoughtful," she said sarcastically. Everyone laug
Disguised as farmers, local traders and fishermen, the police infiltrated the community close to the location where Rosie had been held hostage the night before. Kick-starting an undercover mission.The next morning, their rescue mission commenced. Dressed in rags, a couple of police officers scaled the poorly built fence surrounding the isolated building and quietly entered the compound with cautious and well-calculated movements.As they combed through the house, they found no one else inside. Exposing their trousers, two out of the officers present pulled out their guns with silencers already in place. They followed the signal from Rosie's wristwatch, and it led them to a room with two packed boxes and a mask. A purse was emptied on the bed, and its contents exposed some cash, two debit cards and Rosie's wristwatch. But, there was no sign of Rosie. Their eyes quickly fell on a door at the end of the corridor. Weapons pointed at the door; they approached it
As soon as he ended the call, Gregory put his Bank account officer on speed dial. Without waiting for confirmation, he just knew that the location would lead him to Rosie's kidnappers.So there was no time for sentiments. He needs to start getting things ready, and that would start from his bank. Once his account officer picked up, Gregory barked into the phone. “Damon." He called, "I need $350,000 arranged immediately,” he barked, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. He had already decided it's either try the option of giving the abductors their request and hoping that Rosie would be released to him, safe or involve some of his trusted friends in the force and have them ensure Rosie's safety while he went ahead to give in to the abductors request.Damon agreed, “That can be arranged, sir." He said. "But, I’ll need you to come to the Bank in person. There are certain procedures involved that would require your signature.” He insisted.Gregory’s frustratio
He immediately turned and hurried out of the room with his mind still making several calculations on the next few steps to take. He had to save Rosie, no matter what it took. And in this case, all they want is money, which he has and is willing to offer. However, he wasn't certain about her life. If he were to provide the needed money, would she live, or would she still end up dead? That was a question he had no answer to.As the call to Gregory ended, the scar-faced guy left the room, murmuring inaudibly. Then, the masked one, among her abductors, entered the room.His mask concealed his face completely, leaving only little holes for his eyes, nose, mouth and ears. And when he asked her a question, "Are you hungry?" There was something about his voice that sent chills down her spine. It was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She swallowed hard, trying to convince herself that it was just her mind playing tricks on her. But the more she thought ab
"If the location shows the wristwatch is here, or at the apartment she shares with her flatmate, then we'll be sure that she didn’t go out with it. But if it points to somewhere else… then we might have to check the location out." Gregory replied. The room fell into absolute silence. They were all on edge, silently praying and hoping that the wristwatch’s location would give them a clue to Rosie's current location. Evelyn, who had been quiet for most of the time, spoke again. “She has to be okay...” her voice trembled. Gregory nodded, forcing a positive smile, but the fear in his eyes betrayed his attempt to push a positive message. They were all thinking the same thing, even if they didn’t say it out loud. Everybody knew without being told that something was terribly wrong. As they waited for the tracking information, Annie and Gregory continued trying Rosie's number, while Evelyn, who was terrified to her bones, sat down and started whisper