The next morning, all the occupants of Mr Thomas's house woke up early with heavy faces. It was worse for Jada whose face was seriously swollen from excessively crying. Lucia had tried her best to calm her mom down, and although Jada had promised to stop crying, Lucia could still hear her sniffing silently. Lucia during her call with Clara had asked for helping hands on preparing for the burial, and Clara who came back the previous night was already knocking on the gate as early as 5:30 am in the morning. Mr Thomas and Mrs Benita had a surprise up their sleeves, and this was revealed when Lucia heard a car honk almost immediately after Clara came. At first, Lucia didn't believe that a car would be at the gate at such an hour. Clara was already around, and Mrs Luan had already promised to come directly to the crematory. However, the honking persisted, and with Mrs Benita's consent, they both went to check up on the surprise visitors. Mrs Benita acted as surprised as Lucia, but l
Everything needed for the cremation ceremony, from picture, to the food, to the dress and mood was all set. Everyone left Thomas's house at once and to one destination - the crematorium. They were then led to the booked room where an officiant was already waiting for them, with the casket placed in front of the room. The officiant was the one in charge of leading the crematorium service which started at exactly 10:20am. Mrs Luan and her son were able to meet up with the service which didn't last for long. The officiant led the cremation service by first reading some scriptures which had been selected by Jada. After that followed an eulogy written by Jada and Lucia. Lucia went first to lay a supportive ground for her mom who would be the second person. Lucia's speech went like this;"Dad, my hero, my guiding light... I'm standing here today, trying to find the words to say goodbye. Your sudden departure has left me and Mom with a pain so deep, it feels like our hearts are shattered
It was the beginning of a new season in the lives of Lucia and her mother, Jada. The loss of their father and husband hung heavy in the air, a thick fog of grief that refused to lift. Lucia, who had spent all her life with her dad, found herself struggling to adjust to a world that now felt cruel and unwelcoming. Yet in the midst of this emotional storm, there was one thing that always came to the forefront of Lucia's mind: justice for her dad.The two had mourned the loss of their husband and father for several days, allowing the grief to wash over them. They cried together, shared memories, and supported one another as best as they could, but Lucia knew that their mourning could not last forever. They needed to take action. The hearing regarding the circumstances of her husband’s death was scheduled for Thursday, and time was slipping away from them like sand through fingers. Despite the emotional trauma that weighed heavily on her, Lucia refused to let despair dictate her acti
In the Palma's mansion, things never remained the same after the incident with Lisa and Mr Albert. Wilson had tried on several occasions to talk to his mom, but on each occasion, he ended up getting completely snubbed by his mom. This got really bad as Wilson stopped bothering about it. He comfortably spent the whole weekend all by himself, and didn't bother reaching out to his mom again. Mr Palma on the other hand automatically became the peace maker by trying to set up avenues through which he could get his son and wife to begin talking to themselves. “You know your son, and you know how hot headed he could be. Trying to get him to apologize has proved futile, and I'm tired of the whole situation. Can you please just forgive him this once?” Mr Palma begged his wife on a Sunday night after a heated argument between her and Wilson. “I am not forgiving anyone. Not now, not ever! How could that rude punk walk out from his mom's presence?” Mrs Lilian asked as her anger increased.
“Have you had any form of discussion with your dad about the court case?” Mrs Lilian asked, halfway through the morning breakfast. Her reconciliation with her son was a portal to ask questions which she had withheld herself from asking. “Yes mom, quite a number of times” Wilson replied, immediately returning to his meal.“Oh…that's nice,” Mrs Lilian remarked in an unsatisfied manner. She obviously wanted to be involved in everything which pertained to the discussion. “What did you all talk about?” Mrs Lilian threw question number two which was answered with a heavy sigh which screamed ‘allow me eat my food in peace’. Mr Palma understood the signal which his wife wanted to ignore, so he took it from there. “There really wasn't much to talk about. The company has been sued for quite a number of things, and by different people with different reasons. We still came forth victorious at each end. It will be settled by giving the lawyer or the victims of the event a reasonable sum of mon
“Good morning everyone, from the executives to the workers of this great company,” Mr. Palma began as soon as he stood face-to-face with all his employees. His deep voice sounded through the large hall, a quiet authority settling in the room as everyone turned their full attention toward him.“I was told by my son that the last meeting held in this way got interrupted by the police,” he continued, his gaze sweeping over the room. “Things got so chaotic that the meeting had to come to an abrupt end.”Mr. Palma paused for a moment, scanning the sea of faces in front of him. It was clear he was measuring his words carefully, ensuring the impact of his message would not be lost on anyone.“Well, you might think I came here to talk about the arrest, but you're wrong,” he said, shaking his head slowly, his eyes locking on a few individuals in the crowd. “What happened to Mr. Henry was on him, and he will bear the consequences of his actions alone. I am not here to plead with any of you to b
Mrs. Lilian, who had earlier made up an excuse of being emotionally stressed, soon found herself growing restless. After spending a few minutes alone, she became bored. She had tried a couple of activities she usually found fun—reading a magazine, scrolling through her phone, even arranging her jewelry—but none of them held her interest. Nothing seemed to capture her attention or lift her mood. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the company, her son Wilson, and the unsettling news swirling around the Palma family.After pacing around for a while, she made up her mind. She would visit the company. It had been a while since she’d dropped by to see how things were going, and the thought of being around her son, despite their recent quarrels, brought her a sense of comfort.Mr. Palma, her husband, had bought her a new dress over the weekend. The move had been an attempt to woo her into talking to Wilson, but that hadn’t gone well. By the end of that day, she had ended up in an even bigger
Upon Mrs Lilian’s arrival at the company, she requested to be taken to see her husband but was notified of the meeting which was still being held. “Oh please, I'm the wife of the Chairman. I can attend any meeting of the company at any time of the day, so get out of my way” she commanded the securities at the door post. Out of fear of disrespecting the boss's wife, the security had no choice but to interrupt the meeting.“Come in” Mr Palma’s voice echoed from inside the office. This was Mrs Lilian's cue to make an entrance for herself. And so she came face to face with the executives of the company, and of course, her family. “Mom?” Wilson called out in disbelief.“What are you doing here Lilian?” Mr Palma asked his wife who replied to his question with a smile. “I'm so sorry to interrupt your meeting honey. I just felt like I should be present to know what's going on in the company. I promise, you won't know I'm here” Mrs Lilian assured her husband. “Well of course you can stay
The ‘feast’ mood in Lucia and Mr. Thomas seemed to have vanished into thin air after the unsettling encounter with Wilson. While Lucia wrestled with thoughts about what she had done to deserve such an experience, Mr. Thomas, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about the court case. Although the legal matter didn’t really concern him, he had grown attached to Lucia, considering her like a third daughter, even though they had only known each other for a short time.They were both so absorbed in their thoughts that they didn’t realize when they had arrived at their destination. It wasn’t until the taxi driver’s persistent voice brought them back to reality.“Hello? Can you hear me?” the driver called out, slightly annoyed. “Huh?” they both muttered in unison, snapping out of their trance as they turned to face the driver who had been waiting for them to acknowledge him.“We’re here. Isn’t this where you wanted to go?” the driver asked, gesturing to the building in front of them.
As Wilson and Jimmy drove through the streets and back to the Palma mansion, the weight of their mission loomed over them. Wilson, with his mind racing through the next steps, broke the silence after it was observed for some minutes. “Tomorrow is a workday, but I'll have my dad and Sandra handle everything while I’m away. You and I will be visiting Miss Lucia. I need you to find her workplace and get back to me as soon as possible. It’s crucial that you gather all the information you can, and if necessary, use any means to get it. I expect a report before midnight.” Wilson uttered, calculating the magnitude of his every word before saying it out.Jimmy, though used to Wilson’s demanding nature, was surprised by the urgency. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard to be sure of the time, and sure enough, it was late. “Tonight? But it’s already late, Sir. People might not be willing to talk at this hour as they may be packing up their shops or finding their way home” Jimmy explained
Lucia's fury surged as she picked up the empty bag, her hands trembling with anger."What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the noise of the market like a sharp blade. She had reached her breaking point."Get out of my sight, asshole! Just leave me alone. My life was going just fine until you interfered," Lucia spat, her words filled with venom as she swung the empty bag at Wilson. The bag, light and harmless, did little to physically hurt him, but it was the gesture that carried the weight of her frustration and pain.Wilson, caught off guard by the sudden attack, instinctively raised his arms to protect his face, which was his number one priority.Jimmy, who had been standing nearby, sprang into action. "Woah, woah, woah, take it easy, ma'am. You're hurting my boss," he shouted as he rushed over to Wilson's side, quickly grabbing the bag from Lucia's grasp. His loyalty to Wilson was unwavering, but even he could see the intensity in Lucia's eyes.Mr.
Lucia had successfully poured out her heart to the citizens who were available to hear her. The open speech she made had captured the attention of many, spreading like wildfire across social media. Afterward, she went on with Mr. Thomas to pick up whatever they had planned to get at the market. Her emotions were still tingling from the confrontation, but she politely requested to be shown the full video of the press conference that had triggered her anger in the first place.As she watched the video, her fury reignited. "I can't believe this guy," Lucia muttered under her breath, her voice shaking with emotion. "He has all the money and fame, and he uses it to manipulate people, to turn them to his side. Meanwhile, people like me are left to suffer alone. He tried to bribe me with that money, but he sure has his way of sweet-talking out of trouble." Lucia’s voice cracked as she spoke, her anger mingling with the sadness she carried within her. The injustice of it all seemed unbearab
Wilson and his dad, Mr. Palma, were already halfway home when Wilson’s phone rang. The name “Sandra” flashed on the screen, and Wilson’s brow furrowed in confusion. Sandra rarely called outside of work hours unless something was truly urgent. They had already wrapped up the day’s work, so this unexpected call felt unsettling.He hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering over the answer button before he finally picked up. He then remained silent, waiting for Sandra to speak first, a habit he had developed in dealing with unexpected situations.“Sir, I’m so sorry to disturb whatever you’re doing, but you need to see the news. Miss Lucia is at her worst, causing a lot of issues. Live videos of her are currently circulating online, and she’s talking about you,” Sandra’s voice was tinged with concern.Wilson felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Lucia, again? The memory of their last encounter still lingered in his mind, and now she was publicly speaking about him. His pulse quickened, b
Lucia and Mr. Thomas had decided to stop by one of the busiest and most popular sub-streets in Chicago, a place well-known to the city’s middle class and poorer citizens. They needed to pick up a few things for the family.Earlier on the train, they had excitedly planned a mini feast to celebrate a successful deal with Mr. Benson. The feast was only possible if they visited the market, so they had made a quick detour before heading home.Mr. Thomas, who was such a sweet gentleman, respected the “ladies first” rule and allowed Lucia to lead the way. She walked ahead, her thoughts clouded by the discussion with Mr Ben, while Mr. Thomas followed closely behind. As they entered the crowded market, the usual bustle and noise surrounded them. The scent of spices mixed with the smell of fresh produce was everywhere, while vendors called out to potential customers, their voices competing for attention. Lucia had always found this part of the city oddly charming, despite its chaos. But today
“What can I get you Sirs?” The young and pretty waitress asked with a warm smile as she approached the table where Mr. Palma and Wilson had settled in the elegant restaurant. The place was all polished wood, ambient lighting, and the kind of atmosphere that invited deep conversations.“Well, I'll be having the macaroni and brie with the crab. Top that with a sweet and tangy sauce which you think would be best to go with the meal. I'll also have the cauliflower steak with hazelnut and browned butter. I'll have two portions of that,” said Mr. Palma, taking the lead with his eyes scanning the menu one last time before handing it back to the waitress. His voice was calm and measured, as if he had all the time in the world.The waitress nodded, jotting down his order with swift, practiced movements. She then turned to Wilson with the same polite smile. “And for you, sir?” the waitress asked, in expectancy of a reply. Wilson glanced at the menu briefly before responding, “I'll go with th
“Wow, son! You did a better job handling that question than I had imagined. I thought that lady had you trapped in a tight spot, but you proved me wrong,” Mr. Palma said to his son when they both returned to Wilson's office. His eyes twinkled with pride, the kind of pride that only a father feels when his son rises above expectations. The echoes of the press conference still rang in their ears, but Mr. Palma was more focused on the fact that Wilson had displayed his critical thinking skills perfectly and at just the right moment.“Well, thank you, Mr. Palma,” Wilson responded, his voice carrying a mix of relief and pride. “That reporter had my weakness pegged and made sure everyone knew it. It really took a lot of brainwork to wriggle out of that one, but what can I say? I’m your true blood,” Wilson added, with a touch of humor.As they settled into the office, Wilson’s thoughts began to wander. It wasn’t long before he noticed something—or rather, someone—missing. His mother’s abse
“Really? But why? I’m sure Mr. Wilson would like to stay in his lane to protect his esteem, at least after what I did to him,” Lucia said confidently. She knew to an extent that Wilson wouldn't change his proud and arrogant ways, especially not for her. Calling her would be hurting his pride. Mr. Benson’s response surprised her. He chuckled softly, shaking his head in understanding. “You mean the little act of flinging cash in his face? You don’t understand what someone like Mr. Wilson might do to protect his reputation. People in his position can be incredibly ruthless. They might go as far as kidnapping you if things don’t go their way. The rich aren’t like they are portrayed on TV. They’re often a mix of crazy lunatics and ruthless individuals who use their wealth to maintain their facade. You only see their dark side when you become an enemy or a significant annoyance. I strongly advise you to stay cautious. Avoid going out at night and stick to well crowded places for your own