Kathy had settled back in the room, expecting the milkshake that Andre had promised her, her mouth already watering at the mere thought of it. She sat in the sitting room and told all the workers to retire to bed for the day. The workers informed her that it wasn’t their closing time, but she insisted, suddenly feeling drowsy.She sat on the couch, legs curled up on the chair, while she scanned the sitting room for the remote control. Her eyes caught it, and she reached up for it, pressing the power button on it.The television responded, and it came to life, displaying a bold, brilliant logo of the television maker against a black backdrop before fading off and displaying the previous channel that was on. She started to rack her brain for the movies she had seen in trailers.She decided to scroll through social media instead, her brain registering the models and the builds of the next bag she wants to buy. An incoming message notification from a hidden contact popped up on her phone,
Her head was pounding heavily, threatening to burst through her skull and spill its contents on the floor. Kathy struggled to maintain her sanity and dragged herself upstairs to pack whatever stuff she had left. She had checked the airline’s software to know there weren’t any available flights at that time of the night. The only available flight was scheduled for seven in the morning, and she muttered her appreciation to the Almighty. She thought about how much of a scumman you really are. Men are scum who poison anything they touch. No, men are a lot worse than scum. They are vermin that scours the face of the earth. She thought aloud. Suddenly, the surrounding environment seemed to blur, and the staircase suddenly felt like it was upside down, suspended from a hanging part of space and time. She held the railing of the winding staircase, relying heavily on it for support as the room continued to spin faster and faster in her head. Her eyes were heavy due to hours of crying, and
The alarm clock chimed the hour of seven. Kathy checked her flight appointment, and a pout formed on her mouth, a frown drawing crooked lines on her forehead. She packed all of her things together, making sure she didn’t leave anything behind. She somehow thanked her stars that they had not gotten married; it would have made things harder for her. She called in one of the workers, one of the few she trusted. “Helen, help me wheel this thing downstairs.” She looked surprised and asked politely. “Ma’am, where are you going?” “Where does it seem to be? I’m going back to my parent’s house. I’m done with your boss.” The look of bewilderment appeared on her face, but she lifted the bag without further questioning, struggling with the weight of the heavy load as she pulled down the stairs. The looks of suspicion on the faces of the workers were confirmed by Kathy carrying her small bag with her. They got outside the house and into the compound, and the maid took the baggage towards t
It was a more stressful week than Lana could admit. First they had gone for the interview, and then she had to attend a parent-teachers association meeting in the kids’ school. It was a Thursday, and she was more than too lazy to do anything. She thought about how she was going to cajole Cameron into taking the kids to school. After much persuasion, a pinky finger promise, and tonnes of bribe kisses, he agreed to drop them off, dropping the keys to the Cadillac, which I always use, and taking the Ferrari instead. “Babe, take the subway." More protection for the kids.” “How does it protect the kids?” “Double armour coating, speed, and cruise control settings, and it has more focus on the parental control in the car.” He looked at me, shock written on his face at how I had gotten so much information. “I read their manual on their website; it’s nothing new. I would even like you to explain some terms to me when you’re back.” Dawn was just breaking, and the kids had to be taken earl
Cameron got back from the school drop-off a little early, excited as if he had seen Santa Claus in real life. He came outside, perspiring and telling Lana all about his day, trying to go slow while telling her about the race. He narrated everything to her: the adrenaline in his energy, the power of his engine, and the manoeuvrability of his vehicle. He even tried to visualise it from the other racer's point of view and described the story to her. Lana listened with intent attention, not understanding over eighty percent of everything he said. When he mentioned the keywords relating to cars, she felt lost like a star in the vast emptiness of space. Cameron had always told her to get her head around those terms, but she couldn’t just see herself doing it. They had to dress quick and sharp; they were having an international business meeting, the Annual Regional Business Meeting, the annual period where business representatives from different brands, groups, and conglomerates come tog
The annual business meeting tagged “Summit of Titans” was the most anticipated event of the year by businessmen and women alike, drawing the who’s who of influential figures from the corporate world. Held at the luxurious Grand Plaza Hotel, a bastion of elegance and sophistication, the gathering promised to be a spectacle of high-powered networking, deal-making, and inspiration. As attendees arrived from different corners of the world and different professional backgrounds, they were greeted by a red carpet and a phalanx of efficient staff, who whisked away their luggage to their reserved rooms and escorted them to the opulent lobby. The atmosphere was electric; the hum of conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the air. Despite arriving over an hour early for the event, the place was filled with business personnel of different calibers. Even with the crisp folds of their suits and the shiny glittering jet black polished shoes, every aspect of the ballroom reflect
As the sun began to set, the room was bathed in a warm, golden light, and the evening festivities commenced. The evening session was just lightweight sessions and workshops, splitting them into different classes where they were taken by different coaches. Lana could feel both Andre and Cameron constantly staring at her, her eyes usually catching both of them. Towards the end of the day, the businessmen were called to dinner, cooked by the hotel’s renowned chef. Each dish was a work of art, presented with precision and flair on fine china and crystal glassware. The aroma of roasted meats and fresh herbs wafted through the air, attacking the senses and building anticipation. The first course, a delicate seafood bouillabaisse, was served with a side of crusty baguette and a dollop of creamy rouille, all of which looked strange to Cameron. He looked at it with admiration but ate with a different attitude. The flavours danced on the palate—a perfect balance of sweet and savoury. As th
Lana hoped she was not going to regret what she was doing, but she hoped in her heart that this was the right choice for her and the children. People were starting to suspect her and Cameron’s relationship to be beyond official business, and if there was something she could avoid, it was definitely a scandal at the moment. If the news leaked that she was staying at his place despite not being married or engaged, they could be in more trouble than they bargained for. The thought had suddenly occurred to her during the business meeting after she had met Freda. For yet another time, she weighed the consequences of what she did in her mind, hoping that Cameron would be emotionally okay. Sinking on the couch in the long, deserted, untidy room, she flipped the light switch, the light blinking to life. She took a look around, taking in the scenery. A thick layer of dust coated every surface, softening the edges of furniture and belongings. Cobwebs clung to corners like delicate tapestri
Andre’s POV Two Years LaterMy mother was upset that I had gone behind her back to sabotage her. To sell her company to that little brat—that is what she refers to Lana as now—who knew nothing about business, but I did not have to tell her that it was either that or see her remanded in prison. To watch everything I had and everyone I loved taken away from me. I did not need to tell her that we were lucky we had a choice. The poor girl had no choice back then and had to take life as it was handed to her. My mother would live—abort sourly—but at least she would still live. We could build back the company even if it took a long time. Thankfully, all she had back then was a minor heart attack. As for the little brat, Lana, she and Cameron got married two years ago and have spent the last two years of their marriage touring the world.I was envious of the love they found. The comfort they gave each other, the strength in their numbers, but as time went on, I too was beginning to live wi
Lana’s POV The house was still the same way I remembered it. The chairs, the arm stool, and the and the settees All of the arrangements were still the same, and it struck a chord of familiarity within me. I settled into the plush armchair and watched Andre move towards the bar, his demeanour calm and composed. It was hard to reconcile this composed man with the man I had known years ago. Andre returned with a glass of red wine, just the way I liked it. He handed it to me, then sat across from me. “Have you come to a conclusion regarding what we discussed?” I crossed my legs, one above the other, and stared blankly at him. “Regarding what exactly? The only thing I remember that we have yet to talk about are the kids and how we’ll split their days between us. Other than that, I don't think we have any unfinished business. Except you are talking about signing the documents, which would see me as the new CEO of Ranhold.” Andre heaved a long sigh and rubbed his temples. Was he beginnin
Lana’s POV We spent the next week gathering evidence against Freda and meeting with potential witnesses who could testify against her if we were to take her to court, but it seemed as though that would not be needed. It was some time towards the end of the week when what was going to be our break happened. It came in the form of André getting a recognition award. I had no idea what his relationship with Freda had been like following everything that had happened lately, so I cannot talk about that. But upon receiving the award, Freda was so happy with her son that she decided to allow him to make certain decisions that regarded the leadership of Ranhold. In the past, André had been nothing but a figurehead. Although he sat in the CEO position, his mother, Freda, usually handled all the decision-making, and everyone knew this. He was useless, and if it was important that his signature be appended to a document, he had to get permission from Freda first before doing it. But now, all
Lana’s POV Back at my apartment, we laid out all the new information we had gathered. It felt like we were finally making progress, and the weight of uncertainty was beginning to lift. But then a call entered my phone, which was going to either bring everything crashing down on us again or continue pushing us forward.We had laid everything on the table in front of us, and we were about to start sitting through them when the ringtone of my phone shattered through the peace, quiet, and anxiety that had settled over us. Sighing and thinking it was from one of my colleagues at Lukem, I pulled the phone from my pocket and paused when I saw the caller ID displaying on my screen.“Hmmm... Andre.” I said it out loud, alerting the other guys to who the caller was. Without waiting for their response, I swiped on the screen and placed the phone in my ear. “Hey, Andre.” I greeted. “What’s going on?”“I found something.” He announced. From over the phone, I could not make out the time of his vo
Lana’s POV Fred smiled warmly, taking a seat beside Clara. “It’s been a long time, Aunt Clara. We have so much to catch up on, but there’s something important we need to ask you about first.”Clara looked at him. “Of course, anything. What do you need to know?”Fred glanced at me, and I handed Clara the letter. “We found this among my father’s papers. It mentions a promise to protect you. We need to understand what happened.”Clara took the letter and began reading it. As she read through it, I noticed the change in her expression. She took a deep breath and glanced up at us. “This... this brings back memories I thought I’d buried. Your mother and Mr. West were the best friends I ever had. But there was more to it, and it brought trouble or would have brought trouble had Mr. West not decided to act in what he believed to be the best interest of everyone, including your mother. Fred’s face lightened up, as did mine. “What do you mean?”Clara sighed. “Secrets.” She whispered. “Anne an
Lana’s POVFred shrugged. “She hinted at societal expectations and family obligations,” he replied. “But she didn’t give specifics. I think she knows a lot more than she’s letting on.”I nodded slowly. “My father never mentioned anything about your mother or you and Kathy. And I started going through his papers; maybe I would find something.”Fred’s expression softened. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but it is not to be helped. I cannot say I know how you feel or what you are feeling right now. Finding out that a person you think you know has another side, which you have no idea of, can really do something to you.”I reached out and touched Fred’s hand briefly. “We’ll figure it out together. I have some of my father’s old letters and documents that might help us piece things together. Maybe we can confront Freda again with more concrete questions? What do you think? Right now, she’s the only person who can give us answers, and we are not even on good terms.”We returned to m
Narrator’s POV Freda’s smile faltered for the briefest of moments, a shadow crossing her eyes before she quickly regained her composure. She leaned back in her chair, interlacing her fingers and resting them on her desk.“That’s quite a heavy topic, Fred,” she said, her tone now more serious. “Why are you suddenly interested in this?”Fred shrugged. “Perhaps after Kathy’s death, I realised something. I just want to know why he abandoned my mother, why he chose his other family above us, and why he caused us so much pain and loss. I want to understand all of these things; perhaps it would help me forgive, let go, and move on.”A shadow of a smile crossed Freda’s face. “Ahhhh... I guess it runs in the family then.” Fred narrowed his eyes, wondering what she meant by that statement. “I don’t understand. What runs in the family?”Freda stood to her feet and approached the floor-to-ceiling window, which offered a great view of the city. From here, he could view the city’s skyline and wat
Narrator’s POV Freda’s office was located on the uppermost floor of the skyscraper that acted as Ranhold’s headquarters, a detail that made Fred pause as he stepped out of the taxi five minutes ago. He blinked against the rays of sunlight reflecting off the monolithic structure of steel and glass, momentarily blinded. The reflective surface mirrored the city below, creating an illusion of infinite depth.The other buildings around it were similar in their grandeur, each with its own unique design. For the umpteenth time since his arrival in the city, Fred was reminded of how little he had traveled. There were places outside of his known world yet to be explored, and this city of steel and glass was one of them. He had spent—wasted—five minutes entranced by the sleek, modern design, temporarily forgetting his purpose for being there.Pulling himself back to reality, he straightened his suit and approached the entrance. The revolving glass doors spun smoothly, ushering him into a grand
Lana’s POVI took tentative steps towards the bouquet. Whether unconsciously or by some reflex response in our system, we all had taken steps away from the bouquet. For some reason, we felt threatened by it. This was not the first time we would receive threats disguised as gifts, and I guess that has taught us a lesson. Slowly, I pulled out the card in the bouquet and glanced at Cameron and Sally, who both gave me curt nods. I opened it and began reading it aloud. “Congratulations on Zoe’s recovery. Best wishes for the future. – Freda.”The room fell silent as the implications of the message sank in. Sally was the first to break the silence. “Freda has acted once again. First of all, it was an almost dead bird on my door, and now congratulatory bouquet?”My grip on the card tightened. “Is this supposed to mean something?”Cameron stepped closer, resting his hand on the small of my back. “Hey, we’ll keep our guard up. She’s only trying to play mind games, but we won’t give her the sat