"You may come in," Charles, whose head was buried in some documents, said after he heard a knock on his office door.Spread on his desk were documents with the title 'Latest signee' on top of them."Gracious afternoon," a feminine voice greeted. "Good afternoon," he responded without lifting his head to see who was in his office."Yes, what can I do for you?" He asked with his head still submerged in the documents."Latest signee, I see," the female voice said upon catching a glimpse of what was so important to Charles that he would not lift his head to see who was in his office. Not even for a second."Yes. We just signed five new clients after losing four clients some weeks ago. Is this not wonderful?" He remarked and flipped the pages of one of the documents."This very client right here has signed a five-year contract with us. He is embarking on a charitable project and needs help with the distribution of a million solar panels to some rural areas," he informed her after reading
"I wonder what would have happened had the ambulance been delayed another minute. I am grateful for their swift intervention," Edward said, explaining to his son who was seated next to him at the visitors area of the St Anthony hospital.Cynthia had been rushed in by the ambulance after she choked during lunch.Charles had been at the hospital for the past four hours. He had to rush down to the hospital after his father called him earlier in the day while he was still at work."So what exactly happened?" Charles asked."I don't quite know what happened. All I know is that I was in the gym when all of a sudden I heard voices in the living room. I rushed down only to find your mother unconscious in the arms of Matilda," he said."Unconscious?" He queried and unrolled the sleeves of his shirt."Exactly. Matilda tells me she choked on a poorly cooked carrot. And after she helped your mother to get it out, she suddenly fell to the ground," he informed his son."This is so unbelievable," he
"I'm beginning to wonder whether moving out of your house was ideal because you're present here almost every day" Louisa recalled Tracy's words about some days ago when she made amends with June. Tracy had hinted at the fact that her good friend Louisa spent the better part of her day at her place and almost felt like she never left her friend's house. But that was a remark she made in passing before asking June what she had wanted to ask her."But that was just by the way. So June, what do you want to ask me again?" She recalled again."You have not mentioned anything about your whereabouts since you disappeared weeks ago. I want to believe you have told Louisa and Mrs Briggs everything. But I don't know anything because I had a challenge reaching you," Louisa remembered June's words. "Well, we don't know anything either. All we know Is that she came back from someplace and apologized to us before moving out of my house," Louisa recalled the remarks she made in response to June's
"Oh Jean, it hurts me to say this, but your father is an ingrate," Fiona said to Jean.The two ladies stood in the hallway upstairs right next to the spot that used to display Tracy's portrait but was now occupied by Fiona's portrait."Could you believe that he didn't acknowledge my bravery for standing up to his sister, I mean your aunt Emerald, when she visited Charles at the office?" She said. "I get it that he doesn't like me. Besides, he has never liked me and would probably never like me for the rest of his life. And as someone who is married to a Parker, it brings me much pain to know that I am not fully welcome and appreciated in the family that I married into," she lamented. "I do my best to put up with all the bitterness that is being shown to me for the sake of the man I married because he loves me," she added as Jean listened with rapt attention."But you see, I am human and as such, I have a threshold which means I can tolerate certain things up to a point," she said."
"Mother. Father. Guess what?" Charles said in a cheerful tone as he barged into his parents in the living room. His wife was in his company and just the sight of her made Eddy mad. "What is it?" He asked Charles in an angry tone."Father, are we fighting?" Charles asked after he noticed the tone of his father."I'm not here to pick a fight with you. I'm only here to share some good news with you," he said as smiles lit his face."My son, you look excited, can you tell us already what you have to share?" Cynthia said in a frail voice.The suspense hovering around in the air got Cynthia agitated."Woman, what is there to hear from this son of yours?" Eddy asked. "A disrespectful son who for the sake of a woman dared to slap his sister right in my presence. I don't think I want to have anything or hear anything from such a son," Eddy added."Charles, but why did you do that? That's so unlike you. Please don't do it again," Cynthia said.But Eddy who was unsatisfied with his wife's resp
It was midday and the sun was blazing hot. The heat had overshadowed the air and because of that, the leaves of the trees along the streets of BlueVille stood still and failed to dance.For a second one could conclude that even the trees along the road equally felt the heat.Only a few people walked the streets and some of them could be seen applying sunscreen to avoid the rays of the sun from having direct contact with their face. June was astonished at how the intensity of the sun shot up so quickly."My goodness, I can't believe the sun is scorching this much," she said after she moved away from one side of the windows in the living room.She had pushed the curtain open to allow for some natural sunlight, but the heat from outside would not let that happen so she pulled the curtains back and closed the window.In the living room were Louisa and Tracy who were treating themselves to some noodles and chicken. The two were eating from the same bowl and beside them was a spare fork f
It was midday and the BlueVille Hair Salon was oozing with class and professionalism.The modern designs and sophistication had made it a haven for the rich and mighty in society.The sleek furnishings and soft hues, and a touch of bold white designs created an ambience that was welcoming for all.Fitted on the walls were large calendars displaying an array of modern styles for women to make a selection. The able stylists were on standby to craft the look one desired. And a shelf displayed a wide range of high-quality products. The knob on the transparent glass door turned, and slowly it was pushed open from outside. "Good day, I'd like to have my hair done," Tracy said immediately as she walked into the salon."Right at your service madam. Please come this way," one of the workers welcomed Tracy and walked her to a waiting area of the parlour. There were a few customers who were being attended to, as such Tracy must wait a couple of minutes before she could get her hair done. S
"Errm, Tracy, what is that?" Louisa asked after a moment of awkward silence.Tracy stood in front of Louisa, June and Mrs Briggs. She had a document whose content was not immediately obvious. "W-e-l-l," Tracy hesitated before moving to the side of the other ladies to engage them.She dropped the document onto the coffee table next to the couch and pointed at it saying, "This right here is the jumpstart I need for this new version of me. It is what I believe would not only take my life on a whole new different level but probably be the start of my healing process,""And what are you talking about? What's in it and what healing are you talking about?" Louisa queried."Mrs Briggs," Tracy called out. "Yes darling," Mrs Briggs responded."Do you remember some time back you mentioned and suggested I made the most of my communication studies degree I acquired from school?" She asked."I do my daughter. What about it ?" Mrs Briggs responded and also asked her a question."As of now, it is w