“Make sure that no one goes in there” “Yes, sir” his head of security answered instantly.Maxwell saw the guard that had hit the curb hard when the van drove out.What was the idiot doing standing there when he should be getting checked?“You are hurt,” Maxwell stated tersely.The man looked at him, then looked at the security head as he said “No, sir. I am fine.” “Is that so?” Maxwell said as he moved closer to him and punched him in the right shoulder.The man howled in pain and immediately stood upright again with a stoic look even as sweat popped on his forehead.Idiot. “I don’t want to see your face out here when I get back,” Maxwell said sternly.The man’s eyes widened. “Sir, please. I promise to do better. I…”“What is wrong with you, man? Go get yourself checked now, or you can forget your job anyway.”Maxwell looked at his head of security.The man, who still looked slightly embarrassed that the men had gotten past them, nodded and said “Noted, sir.”Maxwell headed towards
“Thank you,” Reyona said to Dr Rory Murphy, as he entered.He was waiting outside the office with the others as Reyona used his temporarily re-arranged office for her calls.“It is no problem.” said the doctor as he came to sit opposite her in the chair she would have sat as a patient under normal circumstances.But nothing was normal at the moment and as it was, she was seated in the man’s chair wearing a shirt he had got for his wife over her hospital gown.The handsome man with a pleasing smile, a high forehead, and a well-built body made him seem more like a bodybuilder than a hospital medical director.He smiled slightly as he said, “Anything for you, lioness.”When he saw Reyona wince, he added “Or should I say, Sherlock?”“Come on. You have to let that go.” Reyona said with a smile.Lioness was the nickname that her coursemates had given her because she hardly engaged in any frivolous activities, yet when there was anything that needed someone taking charge, they always automat
For the next few days, Reyona settled in the private VIP suite of the hospital. Dr. Murphy had given her the most secluded section she had requested, and she knew she couldn’t ask for anything better. Things were going according to plans as well, just as her body was also cooperating with the treatment. She no longer winced every time she brushed her back against something, and she could easily hold herself up in the routine mini-walk she had started taking on the terrace connected to her suite. As agreed, Dr Romano, Dr Blair and Nurse Killian were the only ones attending to her, and Dr Murphy also checked on her constantly. She still didn’t know the gender of her child yet because Dr Romano had advised that they hold on till her fragile, bruised stomach was healed. Dr. Murphy also agreed with the man and Reyona had no problem waiting. The gender of the child didn’t matter to her anyway. What mattered was that the baby was hers. Hers and nobody else. Over the course of a few
The past week has been the worst for Maxwell in a long while.First, he got a very unexpected call from Steve while he was trying to power through a birthday event filled with chatter and excitement that he was not feeling.It didn't help when he noticed that the celebrant also did not seem much into the celebration like the attendees.The fact that nothing seemed to fully cheer the girl up made Maxwell's mind go from time to time to the man currently cooling his heels in the gym’s utility room where he was locked.For a moment, he wondered if keeping him away from his children on such a day was a wise decision after all.Maybe he should have at least let him attend the event.As Reyona had said, the girl probably wanted the most that day to have her parents with her.Maybe the girl wouldn’t even mind if her father looked like something that had been chewed up and spit out by a chihuahua.He was seriously considering his option when Junior mentioned Reyona’s name.He saw Allysyn’s eye
Just after Maxwell cleverly handled Thomas’s issues and believed he wouldn’t have anything to worry about in that end, a reeling tragedy struck.It struck in the form of Rohan Fleetmaster.The 860-foot-long ship that Maxwell had gotten for transporting Rohan Automotive Inc. vehicles and any sea-related transports.Maxwell got the news that the huge ship with nine internal decks had sunk in the Mediterranean Sea with the cargo of 6,000 cars it was carrying.The huge $72, 000, 000, 000 tied to the exotic cars that the containers were carrying was the worst loss Maxwell had ever had to deal with since he started business and investment.Thankfully, most of the crew members survived, but that did not include the ship's captain, first mate, and chief engineer.The worst gloom crashed over Maxwell that week and the first person he wished he could turn to was not picking his calls.He hardly stayed at home as he went about dealing with the aftermath of the incident.Any regular CEO might jus
A car was waiting to take him home.Maxwell quickly got into the car after telling his men to give him an hourly report on whatever was going on the seafront, regarding the evacuation of the bodies about to be released by the medical examiner's office and what the environmentalists must be concocting.So far, Maxwell had ensured a tight shield regarding the broadcasting of the event.The government was also concerned about the frenzy it might cause among the people, so the news was contained.It was agreed that once the waters had been cleared and that part of the sea was declared safe and passable again, there would be a news report about it.That way, the overly curious wouldn’t have much to go around gawking at.Of course, that would all be moot if the environmentalists went on with their plans to sue his company.If there was one thing they used mostly for their cause, it was broadcasting to garner public opinion.Public opinion gets them public support and sympathy, eventually br
“My God! What is going on here?” Celia exclaimed as she went towards the drapes and pulled them back.Light washed into the gloomy room as the man in bed steered.Celia’s eyes went towards the bed and her eyes widened before she looked away hurriedly.“Maxwell Rohan. Put something on right now!”Maxwell blinked sluggishly, then swore as the words finally registered in his brain and he quickly wrapped the bedsheet around his partially exposed back.“God damn it. What the hell are you doing here, Celia?” he swore as he scooted off the bed to reach for the boxer he had tossed aside the night before.“Don’t you dare swear when my daughter is in your home. Cover your shit right now.”Maxwell muttered about overbearing women as he quickly pulled his shirt and trousers on.“What do you want?” he said grudgingly, even as the light from the window stabbed pinpricks into his skull.Still covering her face, she slowly turned around and peeked through her fingers before she finally let out a sigh
Maxwell’s fork clattered to the plate as frustrated anger built inside him.“I think you should leave now, Celia,” he said very slowly, as he looked down at his plate.“I am sorry for disappointing you, sir, but I am not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what is eating you up, of course.”Maxwell gave her a forbidden look which she countered with a smile.Then she raised her finger and said “You know what? I already know what is eating you up, but the question is, what are you going to do about it? Apparently, your plan of drowning away your problem did not seem to be working.”“It was working just fine before you got here,” Maxwell said as he pushed the plate away from him.“Keep lying to yourself,” Celia said. Then answer, “While you are at it, kindly answer my question.”“What question?” Maxwell snapped, even though he remembered what she had asked.What would she want? Apparently, she wanted nothing from him!She wanted nothing to do with him!And she couldn’t care less if he