Mercedes recalled vividly the car in question but hadn't seen it anywhere near yet, the facts laid on the table that it might be Nathan's. "I..I...I'm sorry. B..ut was it, I..mean Y..ours? She was stammering and her words didn't make sense.
Nathan sighed, "why don't we sit in my car and talk?" Mercedes' head ached so bad and her heart wouldn't stop thumping. Was he going to fire her? When she was coming out of the elevator, she saw the message on her phone which was an alert for her job switch allowance. All the excitement disappeared while she followed Nathan to his car, a Rolls Royce but not the Lambo she hit a few days ago.
Mercedes fidgeted with her hands like a child caught stealing. Nathan was thrilled but his temperament would not permit him to show it. He was looking for a way to nail her and the opportunity just presented itself on a platter of gold. I
Griffin's ears piqued with curiosity. Mercedes never received a call at night, except for emergencies from her family. Concern flung him because it makes Mercedes moody when she can't fend for them instantly. "Hello," Mercedes calmly answered the phone."Miss Winters, I wish to inform you that you shall have dinner with me and our stakeholders tomorrow. It's going to be a formal event so I suggest you prepare for it before coming to the office." Dinner meant evening and Mercedes doesn't work overtime. With her new contract, she took time to read through it and there was nothing mentioned concerning that."I'm sorry Mr Legend but I don't work overtime," she responded lucidly.She heard him sigh and her heart thumped in anticipation of what he was going to say. "You do not have a choice remember? This is an official assignment and it's compulsory. My assistant is supposed to accompany me to every formal event, as stated in clause six of your contract. Or would you
For a second, Mercedes thought she heard him wrongly. "Excuse me?" "Don't play games, Mercedes or whatever that name is." He paused and frowned, "did you run out of names? Mercedes is a car and it confuses me every time," he pestered her but Mercedes wasn't amused. She was named after her godmother Mercedes who took care of her as a child. She died six years ago and right now, Nathan made her miss the former deeply. "I'm comfortable with Miss Winters. I never disproved," she turned cold. Nathan noticed it and didn't continue to taunt her anymore. Everyone had personal battles. "Okay, I'll call you Cedes," he confirmed but Mercedes didn't like it either. "No, Merce or Miss Winters." "Merce sounds like Mercy. I think that's better. Now, let's come back to what I was saying. I mean, don't pretend that nothing happened that night." Mercedes was trying to erase the memory of that night from her mind. She didn't remember it clearly but the details wer
Nathan's mind had been in a deep freezer after his little banter with Mercedes. Her words had pierced him so deeply, it gorged his mind with a new thought process. Was he that bad? He knew for a fact that women drooled over him. However, he was tempted to believe her words, looking at the dollar note on the wall. He also thought back to her weighing his performance to be below the average of a real man. Could that be her reason for not considering him as her type? Was his performance so bad or was it because he hasn't done it before for as long as he could remember and lacked experience? He wished he could try it with somebody else but the consideration in itself sickened him. He couldn't ask Jane because his moment with her was an unaccountable one. He couldn't recall a thing about what happened that night, unlike Mercedes. He had quite a lot to drink but recalled everything vividly. She seemed to be in pain and even tried pushing him away but he was s
"In your mind, who do you think she is to me?" Nathan insipidly asked. Anyone who knew him immediately detected his mood from his tone but Mr Hayes was clueless. His eyes lit at the opportunity. "You might think she's a humble, hardworking, smart and intelligent woman but you are wrong. She is sassy, feisty and savage, not suitable for a company. The only place she could function well might be amidst the hawkers, which is why I fired her," he shrugged, beckoning a waiter to fill his glass with wine. He flaunted a domineering attitude by which the waiter politely obliged. Mercedes was frantic and couldn't hide it. She was about to speak when Vincent took the fort. After all, he was the one who recruited her. "Mr Legend, I dis-" "I haven't authorized you to speak, Vincent." Nathan cut him curtly, Vincent broke out in cold sweats, and so did Thelma. Their jobs were on the line. Mr Hayes let out a triumphant smile, as he seemed to get Nathan's attenti
Nathan got to his penthouse and helped Lanre to the Italian luxury sofa. "What do you want to eat?" He unbuttoned his white shirt and asked. "Anything," Lanre responded faintly, his arm over his head and his eyes closed. "I'll make you some soup," Nathan offered. He loved to cook since he lived alone. Professionals came once a week to clean but aside from that, no other person came in except Lanre and a few family members occasionally. "You know how I hate soup," he retorted in a haze. Nathan was slightly irritated. "Then you should stop exceeding your alcohol limit. It's the best for your condition unless you want to snack on a banana," Nathan proposed. He knew how much Lanre hated bananas and wanted to provoke him. Lanre was his childhood friend and like all best friends, they always stood for each other but somehow, Lanre's marriage has drawn them a little bit apart. He no longer had time to spend with Nathan like he used to but whe
Mercedes arrived at the office in full spirit. A payment of $31,500 arrived in her account and she was slightly flustered. Suddenly, she recalled the stakeholders meeting, excitement sprawled on her. She was grateful to Nathan and wanted to thank him but first, she transferred the money to her mother's account. She needn't ask because they always needed it.She went to Nathan's office but he wasn't there. She set up and opened her email. There was one from Mr Bitman which was marked with high priority so she tackled it first. A few hours passed but Nathan hadn't arrived and hadn't called so she dialled his number. For the tenth time, he didn't answer his phone.She got back to work and was taken aback when Vincent instructed her to report to Director Blake's office. She thought she would be excited but she wasn't. After all Nathan had done for her, she felt that the devil she knew was better than the angel she didn't know. Truly, Dr Blake was nothing
Nathan yanked his hands off and glared icily at him, his teeth grinding. "I asked, what's going on here?" Nathan asked the second time. It was gross disrespect for Dr Blake to be there unannounced and not to see Nathan but his personal assistant.He instantly straightened himself, realizing he had just hit the president's assistant in the president's office. He had to think fast. He forced a smile, "I just came to return her blazer and she couldn't say thank you. I'll be on my way," he turned to leave. The aura Nathan exhumed was too dire."Stop!" Nathan didn't yell but even Mercedes felt uncomfortable. Dr Blake halted instantly. "Miss Winters, is what he said true?" He asked coldly.Mercedes took a deep breath. "He was asking me for payment for returning my blazer and I told him to take it back but he-.""What kind of payment do you need?" Nathan cut in before Mercedes completed her explanation. Dr Blake could hear his fast heartb
"Mr Legend, I would like to have a word with you," Mercedes said to Nathan, who was about to step out of his office. Nathan halted, wondering about what could make her want to speak with him. "Miss Winters, are you still here?" He asked. He thought Mercedes had already left. "Fortunately yes," she forced a smile but Nathan could sense there was something amidst. She looked disturbed. He ambled close to her. "Are you alright?" He asked with genuine concern. "I need a loan," she said directly. Nathan was slightly troubled about how straightforward she was. He already knew about her brother's condition but with $80,000 in two days, he wasn't expecting this. He sat on the sofa and tapped the other side, "sit." She sat amenably. "How much and for what?" He asked cooly. He only hoped his suspicion wasn't right and that Mercedes hadn't woven her way into his life to her advantage as Lanre had said. "I need a loan of $120,000
“You must be so dumb to think you are entitled to anything. Those vows I exchanged with you were not from my heart, and the name on the marriage certificate was Linda, not Lily. From how I see it, you were just a stand-in bride,” Oliver said heartlessly.Tears rolled down Lily’s cheeks. Indeed, her brain was not smart enough to think in that direction.“But it’s my picture. You are just lying and will never find Linda.”“I already did,” Oliver said with a smile. “How did I know your real name then? Did you think about that?” Oliver asked with a menacing glare. Lily was heartbroken.“But I wanted you.”Now Randy was getting upset and chipped in. “It was just for the money.”“Shut up, Randy. It's your fault. How could you lose track of her?” She asked bitterly. Oliver shook his head.If no
Earlier, Lily received a call from Randy. “Lily, I need to see you urgently.”“What is the matter? Where is Linda?” She asked, wondering why Randy was still calling her. Shouldn't he have slept with her sister like she told him already?“Lily, I can’t talk on the phone,” Randy said seriously, “I’m coming to see you.”“What about Linda? Who will give her the next dosage? Besides, Oliver’s security men would not let you inside the house,” Lily asked and said worriedly, afraid that her sister would regain her memory when she hadn’t made any headway with Oliver.“I’m coming,” Randy said and ended the call. Lily was so disturbed and could not sleep until the security informed her.“Are you expecting any Ruby?”Lily was confused for a moment before it occurred to her what was happening,
“Doesn’t this look familiar, Linda?” Oliver asked, but Linda was feeling strange and confused as she stood at the door, looking at the man in the suit.She could not understand the reason for the romantic setup when her manager had said that the man in this room wanted to see her.“I’m Chloe,” she corrected, not understanding why he kept addressing her as Linda. Perhaps he was mistaking her for somebody else.Oliver rose from the bed, walking to her as he held her by the hand, leading her to the table. It was the same setup as their first time, as he hoped it would remind her of something.The touch of his hand on hers caused a strange fire to spark inside of her, making her wonder who exactly he was.“Who are your parents?” Oliver asked as he pulled the chair for her. Linda pressed her hand against her forehead, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.&
The day before, Linda woke up in a strange room with a man sitting beside her. “Where am I?” she asked, confused as she couldn't recall anything.The man smiled. “You are in your room. You weren't feeling well, so I came to check on you.”“Who are you?” she asked. The man smiled.“You don’t remember me? I’m your boyfriend,” he said. Linda frowned imperceptibly. Though she couldn't remember a thing, she felt no attraction to the man.“What’s your name?”“Seriously? Randy. Come on, you have to go to work,” he said. Linda was at a loss.“Work? Where?”“You work as a waiter at the hotel. I already took permission for you, so don’t be late.”Linda felt a pang of a headache coming on as she tried to remember something but everything seemed blurry to her.
Gwen hoped it was another surprise for her best friend and would do it even without Oliver’s help with her brother."With what? Did she not like the honeymoon surprise? You wouldn’t be here if she did," Gwen said worriedly, forgetting her own troubles.She was hoping that this night would be the best for Linda but due to the news about her brother, she wasn’t thinking straight.Oliver was more convinced that she did not know but decided to test her, just in case."The woman I married isn’t your best friend, true or false?"Gwen gasped, shock lacing her voice. "Honestly, I’m confused."For all she knew. Linda was the one she prepared for the wedding but then, was that the reason for Oliver’s strange behavior?She never met
Earlier that night, the middle-aged couple were startled by a knock on their door around midnight.It was Linda and Lily’s father, Stephen Ross, who went to answer the door, annoyed that his sleep was disrupted.Upon seeing their eldest daughter, he furrowed his brow, still groggy from sleep. “Lily, why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked, sounding annoyed.Everyone was eager to rest before the big day, and the unexpected visit was unwelcome.However, Lily was determined to carry out her plan.“Dad, Linda is unconscious, and she won’t wake up for another twenty-four hours. Even then, she won’t remember anything,” Lily revealed, feigning concern, but her father sensed something was amiss.This news was troubling, and he was not prepared fo
The night of the wedding.“Linda, every girl must have a bridal shower,” Lily suggested, but Linda was not interested, knowing how much of a beast Oliver was in bed.She would rather have her beauty rest and save enough energy for their honeymoon.“No. I’m not in the mood,” she politely rejected the idea.She didn’t have friends, so even if she wanted to have a bridal shower, it would just be with pretentious people trying to worm their way into her life because her status changed for the better.Unfortunately for her, Lily was not willing to give up on getting her to have that bridal shower.All her plans had failed so far, and if this also failed, then she would lose her chances of having Oliver like she wanted.As such, she thought of a way of making Linda more comfortable. Gwen was supposed to come very early in the morning because the weddin
“Did you forget that we have to hang out after work?” Andrew let down his guard for the sake of Linda and asked, disappointment lacing his tone.There was so much he wanted to discuss with Oliver but also had to come to terms with the fact that things were slowly beginning to change.Oliver was unregretful as he explained, “Sorry. My woman comes first. You should go spend time with your woman too.”Andrew looked gloomy at the mention of his woman but did not respond. It would have been easier to explain if Linda wasn’t there, but since she was, he had to wait for another day, which he could not see happening.In two weeks, Oliver was going to get married and would go for a week honeymoon.Surely, all his free time would belong to his wife after that, so Andrew did not have a part in the life of his best friend anymore.They were both very busy, and Friday nights
Linda was slightly uncomfortable with the change in his demeanor but knew one thing for sure. “You are my fiancé.”This man proposed to her unexpectedly, also making a public declaration of how much he loved her over the phone to her peers, in spite of his status in the corporate world.Her response removed all the worry he felt when he pulled over, as a smile replaced the frown from before.He then thought of another way to send the message he wanted to give her across.“And I also like to enjoy the fruit of my labor. I dreamed of that special day ever since I met you and with all the people invited, everything has to be top-notch.”Linda, as much as she felt like he was spending too much, understood the silent message that there were levels of life that prevented the likes of Oliver to come down to her level of expenditure.All she had to do was climb his high