Dinner went on quietly for a while until the phone in his pocket rang and broke the silence. When he picked up the call, his expression and tone turned serious. “What is it?” It was Cliff who had called. “Sir, Secretary Ackerman can’t make it tomorrow. His wife is seriously ill, and he has to be by her side.” “Let him stay with his family.” “But it might take him months to return based on his wife’s condition, and there must be someone there to assist you.” “Tell administration to find someone to take his place.” A second of hesitation later, Cliff said, “Sir, I have someone that I would like to recommend. I wonder if she will be suitable.” “Who is it?” “Shermaine Cole. She’s proactive, motivated, diligent, and professional about her work. And I believe she has a good personality. She’s been with us for two years now and has always been at the front desk, doing all kinds of chores without any complaints. She never told anyone that she helped Madam Carter before and didn
After dinner with Odell, Sylvia took a ride back home. Everyone at home had eaten. When she walked into the living room, Liam was reading a book to Flint while Isabel, Aunt Tonya, and Madam Carter were watching the latest drama series on television. Everything felt harmonious and peaceful. Her entrance caught everyone’s attention.“Mommy!” Flint abandoned his brother and wobbled his way to his mother. Sylvia smiled and carried the boy into her arms before she walked over to Madam Carter. Isabel tapped on the empty seat beside her and said, “Mommy, have a seat. This new drama series is awesome! We are at the climax now!” Sylvia turned to the television. The male and female protagonists were having an argument in the rain, and it seemed to be a fierce debate because even Madam Carter and Aunt Tonya were deeply fascinated by the storyline. Sylvia smiled and chose to sit down beside Liam. The little guy had a white shirt coupled with denim overalls which complimented h
Sylvia did not know what to do with the little guy. Just when she was about to leave Flint to his little quirks, Liam with the book turned around and sized Flint up from top to bottom. Flint was being adorable when his brother stared at him. He quickly retracted his hands from his mother’s neck and sat obediently like a doll. “Sit next to me,” Liam instructed. Flint used his most adorable gaze at Sylvia, asking for help. However, Sylvia averted his gaze and feigned ignorance. Flint then crawled out from Sylvia’s arms to Liam's side and sat upright like a little soldier. Liam stared at him coldly. “Bring the book over.” Flint pouted. He reluctantly picked up the book and started reading it from the first page. Meanwhile, Liam finally retracted his cold gaze and continued reading his book. Sylvia, who watched the little scene from start to end, was left speechless. She was almost certain that Flint had pinched Liam’s cheek on purpose earlier. He must have lived under his
Sylvia only opened her eyes when Odell came out from the bathroom, clean and freshly dressed. He left the room before she could say goodbye. She picked up her phone and found out that it was already 10 o’clock in the morning. It was no wonder Odell left in such a hurry. She wondered when the busy days would come to an end because it had been a while since they had woken up together. Recently, even seeing each other started to become a luxury that they could not afford. ‘Sigh. I still have to go to the academy later…’ Sylvia sighed and got out of bed. …When Odell came down to the living room, only Aunt Tonya and Madam Carter were around to take care of Flint. Isabel and Liam had gone to school. Flint got up and ran over as soon as he saw his father come down, so Odell carried him up for a while and then put him in Aunt Tonya’s care. He then said to Madam Carter, “Grandmother, I have to go to work now.” Madam Carter nodded. “Be safe.” Aunt Tonya reminded him, “Odell,
Shermaine quietly went in and put the cup of tea on his desk. Odell was captivated by the documents in his hands and did not even notice her. Therefore, she only stayed in the office for two seconds before wisely stepping out. Cliff had told her that the man hated being disturbed while working, and Aunt Ruth had also taught her to be patient in the art of seducing a man. She finally got promoted to his secretary, so now would be the best time to practice the virtue of patience. The thought put a grin on her face as she returned to her desk outside. …Several days later, which was a Friday, Sylvia finished class at the academy shortly after noon and went home. It had been days since she saw Odell, so she pulled her phone out and wanted to text him. Coincidentally, she received his call. The man’s charming voice sounded as soon as she put the phone by her ear. “Sylvia, I have to go abroad to deal with an urgent matter. I’m on the way to the airport now. I suppose I can onl
There were mostly common snacks that were arranged neatly in a certain pattern. The handmade candies were intricately constructed as well. At home, his wife used to love making candy for the kids, but she got a lot busier after returning to the workforce. In addition to taking care of the three kids, she also had to look after Madam Carter, hence there was simply no time to make candy. It was the little things that could warm one’s heart, especially how it was presented. He was not interested in snacks but would indulge in some whenever Sylvia put a box or a bowl by his side. His eyes flickered and he instinctively picked a piece of dried berry. Shermaine grinned widely when she saw Odell eat the snack she prepared. …Two days later, on a Sunday, Sylvia brought the kids out earlier in the morning and spent the whole day at a theme park. They only arrived home in the evening. Sylvia carried Flint in her arms and sat in the rear seat with Isabel and Liam on the way back. Soo
The three of them turned to Sylvia together when she came into the room. “Mommy!” Flint was the first to bolt up with his tiny legs and wobble over to her. Sylvia carried him and sat in between the other two. “Issy, Liam, hold on for a while. I want to call Daddy.” Isabel and Liam put down their toys obediently. Flint looked up at her with his chubby face and glued his eyes to the phone she held. It should already be after work hours in Hemingway, so Sylvia tried video-calling Odell. As the dial tone sounded from the phone, Sylvia and the kids widened their eyes at the screen. A while later, just when the call was about to reach time off, the call got through. The man’s handsome face appeared on the screen. Sylvia smiled, but before she could say a word, Flint blurted in delight, “Daddy!” His sweet and adorable voice could easily melt hearts. Odell smiled at his wife and kids. “Have you guys eaten?” Sylvia hummed a reply. Isabel then said, “Stupid Daddy, we’ve eaten
A soft sigh later, he got up, tidied his collar, and walked out. When he came out of the room, he saw Shermaine. She was waiting outside with the stack of documents, and when she saw him, she smiled. “Sir, here are the documents you requested. The dinner we've pre-ordered is ready downstairs. Are you having it here, or on the way back?” Her smile rivaled that of a sunflower and even resembled Sylvia’s. He unconsciously spared her an extra glance. “I’ll have it on the way back.” He headed out after that. Shermaine swiftly followed him with the stack of documents, and her eyes glittered for a moment. …A few days went by in the blink of an eye. It was a Friday, which should be the day of Odell’s return. After the class at the academy in the morning, Sylvia pulled out her phone but hesitated whether to call him or not. The last time they talked was the video call with the kids, and there had been zero communication between them since then. He was so busy back then that
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t