“It’s been a splendid day, and I hate to say this, but today is your last training at the St Louis hospital,” Imoh said to the five of us that started clinical ten weeks ago. She held a bright look on her face as she stared at each of us. “However, I’m glad to have aided on your journey of becoming a medical doctor. We will release your performance results in the next week, but I want to say congratulations to all of you. You were outstanding, to say the least. From the hospital and my humble self, I say thank you.” She shook our hands one after the other before taking her leave. Ten weeks have gone by so quickly, I thought to myself. It felt like yesterday when all I wanted to do was come home from university and see everyone I cared about and loved. Today, I counted down the days left, which were only four more days. I took Jordan’s advice and decided to live. I pulled myself out of my shell and did a little engagement in the last few days I had at work with my fellow clinical stu
I turned around to Jordan, whose presence the men that came to speak to me ignored for over three minutes.“I’m sorry,” I told him, but he shook his head.“It’s fine. I didn’t know you had so many of them.”I rolled my eyes. “They have this club. They are all in it.” I explained. “I think it was called The Island Billionaire Boys when I was younger, and I did not know if it was still the name they called it. They are business partners turned good friends, and they check up on each other from time to time. Some are closer than others.” This was the best I could go with explaining, and Jordan seemed to catch up on it real quick.“Good to know.”Two hours into the party, the party spirit was anything but done. I, however, felt exhausted, partly from the stress of the day and partly from not seeing the one face I wanted to see in the crowd.Everyone of Lyon’s friends was here, including Prince Harris, who barely showed up for just anyone, but Jace was nowhere to be found, and I wondered if
Third POVJace Henshaw’s II“Mr Henshaw!” Cecil Good, Jace’s PA, called to him, and he snapped out of his thoughts to find her standing in his office. “The shareholders are waiting in the meeting room.”He rose to his feet and buttoned up his three-piece black suit before walking out of his office. He made his way over to the conference room where the meeting was taking place. Getting to the door, he pushed it open and stepped inside.The board of directors was waiting, just as Cecil said they were. He wanted to discuss what taking over the company would mean now.The company, which was once Harvey Trust, is now Henshaw Trust, a real estate development company. This has always been his dream, and when he got information that the owner, Mr Liam Harvey, wanted to sell 25 per cent of his shares, he stepped up to buy it. With his share being twenty-five per cent and his previous shares in the company being seventeen, he ranks up a total of forty-two per cent shares at the company, making h
Estelle Biggs“Damn!” Jeff cussed as he hit his release before pulling out.Estelle lay in bed with her eyes fixed on the ceiling, just as she was when this whole act started. Saying she wasn’t into him would be an understatement. She hadn’t been into it in the last three months since they began dating and having sex, but she knew that wasn’t healthy. She needed sex; she needed that heart-racing, leg-quaking feeling that made her feel like she’d been taken.The only one who came close enough was Jared, her ex, but he proposed marriage after six months of being together, and she told him she couldn’t marry him. Not because there was anything wrong with him—goodness, he was perfect—but because she wasn’t good for him. Not at that time. She was in a deep, dark place, and she made some very poor choices.She ended the relationship a week later because she couldn’t stand to see the look of hope and optimism his eyes had for her. Also, she declined his offer of friendship because she knew it
The university student union heads received information about a meeting held today with the vice chancellor and other high-ranking officials, and it was geared towards positive publicity for the university. As part of the student union leaders, they invited Estelle Biggs and seven other elected student representatives to the meeting because the factor they needed the most to push this movement forward was students, and this body represented them.Estelle was the president of the student union at the university, and they always needed her presence at this sort of gathering. Despite her clinical, hectic personal life, and heavy study while she headed towards her graduation, she had to show up. Mr Phillips, the vice chancellor, stepped into the meeting room with his PA, holding a journal in his hand. He took a seat, and his PA placed the journal before him.“Good afternoon, everyone.” He greeted.“Good afternoon, Mr Phillips.” They all chorused the answer.He opened up the journal. “Thank
As the meeting ended, Estelle made her way out, unlike the other excos, who stayed to meet and greet the new sponsors. She had so much more on her mind, and they still had a week of meeting and greeting before the march kicked off. Running into Jeff was the last thing she expected or wanted. She ended things with him a few days ago, after three months in the relationship. She knew she should never have given in to his pressure to turn their friendship into a relationship. He got his feelings involved fast and professed his love for her a month after they began dating, and it put her off. How she managed to stay two extra months still came as a shock to her. “Hey,” he said, stepping towards her. “Hey,” she answered. “How are you doing?” “I’m doing good, and you?” “Not good, to be honest. I’ve been a mess since the breakup.” She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she kept quiet. She didn’t feel sorry. She did what she had to do, and she did it for herself. “It was for the be
She didn’t give him any answers. She couldn’t. He wanted a chance, but she didn’t want him close. She didn’t even know if she had it in her. Perhaps back then she would have, but not anymore. Now she just wanted to live her life without any significant other holding any form of power over her.“Hey, I saw Jace Henshaw on the news today.” Darcy started up, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Isn’t the guy your father’s best friend?”“Yes...”“Yeah, I knew I recognised him from somewhere.” She nodded and came to sit down, picking up the remote and scrolling through the list of channels until it got to BBC. “Perhaps we might see him again. You didn’t tell me he was among the new sponsors for March?”“I forgot,” Elle mumbled, not very keen on this discussion.“He also spoke about expansion. Apparently, he’s taken over the Harvey Trust company here in Oxford, renamed it Henshaw Trust, and has been working to bring the company back to where it once was. Did you forget that, or you didn’t know?
Jace HenshawJace’s eyes searched the crowd of those gathered for the last meeting before the one-week march would commence, looking for Elle, but she wasn’t a part of them. She had been present in the last two meetings because of her role at the university, and she had to meet him. He had listened to her words to keep his distance, but finding her face in the crowd at the previous meeting was a sort of compensation. It made him know she was okay.He knew she didn’t forgive him; she didn’t forget what he had done, and he didn’t expect her to. He had yet to forgive himself. He was a coward and an asshole for taking for granted someone who loved him genuinely. If it was black and white, the decision would have been so much easier, but it was black, white, and grey. What she wanted was what he couldn’t give and couldn’t afford to give, yet he took what she offered without hesitation. If he could go back, he would have done some things differently. He would have been a better man for her.