In a bid to solve the workers’ problem, Cameron took out his personal funds and forwarded them to the accountant, who paid the staff using the appropriate channels. He decided to confront his brother when he saw him at home, but he was well away from anybody’s earshot. Aidan, who was a college student at the time, came back home rocking a new time piece that had just been released the previous week. Of course, he could afford it and more, and no one would question him, but Cameron knew just where the money came from. He walked over to his brother and admired the watch for a brief moment. “I want to see you, brother.” “What’s that? Is it something serious?” Aidan asked, hands in his pocket, as he moved in the direction his brother went. “It’s just a little something at the office.” Aidan smiled. “I know you’re hyped out about this office and all, but I told you times a number, office stuff remains in the office and is to be treated there, not in our private space.” “Well said, b
He was unsure of how the blonde girl was going to react to his offer to sit and talk to her. He didn’t even know where he was going to start from in a manner that wouldn’t sound offensive, but his inner gut told him that she needed help.Pulling up to the chair, he asked politely, “Can I take the chair?”“To any other table you want,” she replied, eyes glued to the tablet she was scrolling.“Are you sure about that?” he asked, really hoping she would say no and he could stroll back to where he was with a free mind.She looked up, wanting to shush the disturbance in front of her, but stopped at the last minute and said, “You’re the guy with the expensive coat, isn’t it?”“The coat is not as expensive as you think,” he teased. “You looked like you wanted to say something the other time before I left. Am I right or wrong?”“Not totally right, but you are not completely wrong either.”“Okay,” he said, looking around and motioning to the attendant at the cafeteria. The attendant, a clean-c
Cameron took caution and almost spilled the coffee in his mouth on her, swallowing it in a rush to avoid the reaction, “What? What did you just say now?” “You heard me, Master Myers, I am dying.” “Dying of what?” “COPD, otherwise known as chronic obstructive pulmonary disease,” she sniffed. “Tell me more about it,” he told her, completely losing interest in the coffee. “The doctor said it’s a term that encompasses two main conditions, namely, chronic bronchitis, which is the inflammation and narrowing of the bronchial tubes, leading to a persistent cough and mucus production, and emphysema, which is the damage to the air sacs in the lungs, causing shortness of breath and difficulty breathing.” “Oh my God, that’s so serious. Since when did you come about this?” “I really don’t know. It has been in my system for a long time, but I thought it was just the usual cough or common cold that happens to us, so I resorted to self-medication, which made matters worse until I was rushed h
The trip back home looked as if it was going to take one hundred and seventy hours instead of the usual seventeen, and Cameron knew he could only attribute it to one thing: longing. He was longing for a lot of things, longing to be in his own space back at the office, longing for the squealing of the twins as they bickered over irrelevant things in the house, but most especially, he knew he was longing for Lana’s touch, her feel, her scent, her sense of humour; without being told, he knew he was missing her entirety.He buckled the seat belt as the air hostess had advised and relaxed better in the chair as he felt the engines of the plane start to roar beneath, wondering at the magic behind the floating airbus.At the exact time prescribed, he touched down at the airport and checked the time, knowing that Lana would still be home at the apartment he had gotten for her. Stepping outside the airport and feeling the familiar air of this place fill his lungs, his longing was felt like nev
Lana did her job diligently at the office, wearing a smile that wore off the other staff. They started to look at her weirdly, wondering where the smiles were coming from and why she was so happy today. Some wondered if another contract was coming in, and some wondered if the boss was back, but they knew their boss quite well; if he were around, he would have pulled up at the office. Lana found herself looking at the clock over and over again, checking the time every thirty minutes, and realised her disappointment when she noticed that the clock wasn’t ticking as fast as she had imagined. If there was one thing she would do, though, she knew she would wait till the end of the day before driving home to satisfy that urge she didn’t know was present in her; that drive didn’t become embedded deeply in her until she saw Cameron. Her eyes scanned the contents of the document before her, but her mind wasn’t there. She tried to picture what Cameron would be doing all by himself in the hou
Yesterday was a glorious night, a night to always remember, and there was no overrating it. It was as if Cameron and Lana had both bottled their emotions and let them all out like butterflies in a botanical garden. Lana could have sworn in her life that she never felt that good, and Cameron was just boasting inside of him that he was fulfilled. They had both fallen asleep, naked, not even caring about the open window or the impending rain, which, to their favour, never came. She was woken up the next day by the striking rays of the sun hitting her eyes, and she stretched lazily, hanging over from the emotions she had consumed last night. She turned over and looked at his half-naked body, his lower section covered by the sheets. She stared at him continuously and found herself smiling for no particular reason, daring herself to go on another trip to her personal Disneyland, where they had taken the most adventurous rollercoaster ride ever. As she gazed at him, her eyes traced the
Sally wished she had taken her mother’s offer and advice when she had recommended that she get a driver, but she had waved it off, saying her work was too flexible for that, but here she was, finding the drive back home from the office unbearably tiring. She had had enough work at the office today and had even been invited to the police precinct by one of her rich, spoilt brat clients who had been caught vandalising government property because he was pissed about his phone. He had reportedly smashed the phone with force into the windscreen of a police vehicle and, in anger and frustration, had hit the windscreen with a brick until it came apart. She would have sent one of the small fry to the office, but the client was the son of the former president, and he had broken the windscreen of one of the inspector generals of police who had vehemently displayed his hatred during the client’s father's regime. She knew how the issue could quickly escalate and her client could be surrounded
Freda sat in her office, going over the activities that were drafted by the company’s human relations team to boost efficiency and productivity among the staff. Against her wishes, they had printed it on hard paper and had it submitted to her desk, and she realised their decision was the best way, although it required defying her direct orders.Her mind drifted to the impending issue at hand, and she reached for her phone, putting a call through to the legal team to know about the latest updates.As usual, they kept her going with the news that we’re doing something about it, and she hung up the phone, a little disappointed, not knowing what to expect. Looking around the office and even standing up to close the office door to be sure she wasn’t being snooped on, she picked up the phone and called the person she had sent on a private assignment.“How is it? Are you done with it?”“Not yet, though the first phase is currently in development. Just calm down and use your seatbelt; you’re