Time passed and it was 8:00 a.m. on a terrible Christmas Day. Veronica was all dressed up and she turned on the TV for updates on flight A245 MAX. "West Land aircraft which was reported to be missing was found this morning. The plane which was lost was found through an all-night search team led by US agents. The search was successful due to the help rendered by the Japanese agents and a host of others. It appears that the plane crashed in the North Pacific Ocean claiming hundreds of lives with no survivors. Military aircraft, naval vessels and the like flew over the area assumed to be the point where they lost contact with the plane and there, debris was found due to the explosion that followed after its fault." the anchor spoke and Veronica listened.Veronica was shocked by the news even though she knew that it was imminent. She stared at the TV and a scowl formed on her face. She hates media engagement and now, she can't believe her company got dragged and that more of it is comin
The news of the crash went viral.Some of the families of the bereaved marched down to West Land airlines headquarters in Texas.They marched angrily and wanted to get past the security but they couldn't as the security prevented them from going in.The security men called for more help and they blocked the people from coming in through the first gate. The protesters didn't care and they shouted carrying their placards. They moved backwards as their agenda isn't to walk past the gate but to express their opinions even if they make chaos. Some of them were with placards which they had prepared to use in expressing their grief and crying out their sorrows.Different sentences were on their placards: They are important to us but you've snatched them away. I need them back. They are innocent, their souls are precious. They didn't deserve to die. My babies were on that plane. We need explanations. In all, their message was simple: "We want them back."It was evident that they were annoy
I was with Claudia who was still sad about everything. She has been crying for so long. Whenever she stops crying, she resumes again and continues that way till she's tired. There was no limit to her tears and she also cried while working although softly.I placed my hand on her shoulder as she refused to eat.I asked her earlier in the day more than once to eat after I prepared breakfast but she declined and I understood. But now, it's almost noon and yet she has refused to eat. I'm so surprised because the Claudia that I know doesn't joke with food. I'm sincerely not happy about her distaste for everything.If she continues like this, she might fall sick. Yesterday she skipped lunch because she was afraid and worried about Claudia's whereabouts so, she barely had supper.I had to beg her to eat and now I don't stand a chance of convincing her because she has sternly refused to eat. "Claudia!" I said and she turned to me."Don't you think you should inform Marise about the cras
I had supper sadly as I worried about sir Charles.I couldn't bear the thought of him spending another night outside the mansion and especially in his current condition. I was more worried because, since the news of West Land aircraft, he hasn't been home. I don't know how he's feeling and if he's lonely. I'm aware that I might not be able to console and take his burdens away but it will feel nice to have him within my reach and I would be assured of his safety. What am I thinking? How can he be lonely? He must have loyal employees who will share in his troubles but he's still the leader of the cooperation so, he will be more affected. His family will also be by his side even when others give up on him so, I shouldn't think that he's alone in this. But come to think of it, I haven't seen his family and I've been working for a whole year. Why didn't I think of this? The only person I'm familiar with is Robert, sir Charles's friend and that bitch Hailey. Does this mean that he's
I went to the kitchen to prepare sir Charles's meal. I tried my best to be as fast as possible.I had forgotten that I hadn't prepared something for him to eat after I persuaded him into accepting my proposal. I rushed and quickly made pasta since I had made roasted chicken earlier. "I'm sorry if I took long to make your food sir. I wasn't sure if you were coming back today." I apologized after placing the food before him. That was true because whenever sir Charles would be late, he would inform the mansion and his food would be prepared immediately.I saw the look on his face when I was coming from the kitchen and it told a lot so, I had to apologize since he doesn't like waiting for people. Charles didn't say a thing to Maureen since he knew that he always ate his food fresh and hot. That was reason enough for her to have not made his food and besides, she was quick with it. I went back to the kitchen and took a glass of water with me. When I came back sir Charles was eating and
I woke up earlier than ever since I will have to attend to Claudia's duties in her absence. But before carrying on with household chores I dimmed it fit to prepare my boss's breakfast before he woke and that I did.The instant I saw sir Charles descend the stairs, I rushed to him. I took hold of his briefcase and waited for him to walk toward the dining but he did otherwise. “You don't need to do that I can hold it myself,” he said. “It's not a problem for me sir. The living room isn't far from the dining.” I answered.“I see. Don't bother, I won't be having breakfast,” he said and I wasn't pleased with his utterance. “sir it's still quite early and I think it's better to have something in your tummy to help you prepare for the day ahead of time. You can't say how occupied you'd be. I doubt you will eat at work. Sir try taking in some food even if it's little.” I tried to persuade him. “Well, you have a point it's just 7:00 a.m.” As soon as he said that, I led him to the dining.
Maureen's head was injured with an open cut and blood sprawled from it. Harry another chauffeur in the mansion saw her condition and rushed to her. He took her into his arms yelling. “Maureen! Maureen!” Immediately he saw the blood on her head, he shut his mouth and carried her into one of the cars that were packed nearby. He had been planning to step out so the car was open.He placed her in gently and then rushed back into the mansion to get the car keys. “Antonia! Come here!” he called out and soon Antonia arrived.“What's the matter and why are you shouting at the top of your voice?” she asked in a confused tone. “I need you to call Dr Gabriel and inform him that we'd be coming to the hospital. Do it quickly. We don't have time.” Harry told Antonia.“I don't understand. Why do I need to do that?” she asked again. “Look, Maureen injured her head and it's bleeding. Be fast about it.” Harry said.“Wait! Shouldn't we call Mr Charles before stepping out?” Harry inquired. “Don'
Charles came back earlier than the previous day. His car screeched and he descended. He went straight into his home and then to his room. He had been busy all day with meetings and investigations concerning the cause of the plane crash since parts of the aeroplane had been discovered. He had to resolve the matter immediately to let the rumours die down. That would only happen if they find the black boxes and other evidence to prove West Land non–involving in the plane crash.Truly, Charles wishes that the proof they find frees WL and himself of the allegation to regain the public trust in West Land.He dropped his briefcase and went to his study to check some papers he left before heading back down. Meanwhile immediately Matthew, Charles' personal chauffeur came, Antonia saw him walk to his room so, she got ready to bring Charles's dinner. By the time Charles was down, she had already dished his food and so she left to get the fruits. Just when she left, Charles sat down and star
A YEAR AND FOUR MONTHS AGO.I had just celebrated my 18th birthday. I watched my mother's teary face as I departed to the unknown. Every part of me was breaking and I couldn't watch. I had to go. She was shattered and broken. My father was enough disappointment for us. I walked slowly with my heart beating in my chest, at the thought of my mother having another traumatizing experience.I was sure I was far from view and turned back to look one last time. I wasn't sure when I was going to return. Suddenly, I felt her hand clutch my dress."Mama! I have to go." I told mom. The pain was evident on my face and I hoped she could read my pain and not feel that I wanted to run away. I'm certainly not dad! I had a purpose- one which I aimed to achieve."Sweetheart! You don't have to go that far. Please!" She begged. It was becoming too much for me. I didn't know if I could keep up with my will. I just couldn't bear her unceasing pleas."Mom! There's no life for me here. I want to be the daug
I looked up at the woman who had tapped me. She was tall, slim and beautiful. At first glance, I didn't need anyone to tell me her age as she was in her early fifties; ten years frame from my 43 years old mother. I gazed at her brown eyes which were locked in my black. She was on a pair of blue jeans like me but wore a mismatched shirt and scarf which was draped around her neck. Although she was beautiful, she looked rather ordinary. "Yes, ma'am," I said looking at her. "Are you alright?" she asked. I think she's worried. "Yes," I answered. "Okay, but you don't look good. Is something the problem?" "No, I'm fine," I answered uninterestedly in speaking out."You're crying and you say you're fine? You don't have to feel alone. Why are you sitting here? It's okay! You can talk to me." she said and I didn't utter a single word."You don't need to feel ashamed. I see you have a bag! Do you have where to stay? Are you homeless? Were you kicked out?" she said and yet I didn't reply. In
Charles went straight to his study. He was surprised by Antonia's revelation even though it wasn't obvious. He was convinced that Maureen was a gold digger but he was perplexed by her decision to leave. He didn't understand. It appeared unreasonable since he believed that he was her target all along. In his view, there was no way that Maureen would quit her job. He felt that desperate girls never gave up. He was convinced that Maureen was going to come back and even if she didn't, he believed that she was probably too ashamed that her plans failed and left. Charles realised that she didn't wait for her send-off pay and that was the most confusing of all his thoughts. Even if she was ashamed, why would a desperate girl leave without money? Besides, it could be her compensation for their time together. Charles knew that a desperate lady would threaten to announce what happened between them and as such he would have to pay for her silence. He was convinced that Maureen was desperate
Alexander Stone sat in his office in Strong Stone Construction (SSC), a company he owned and it was around 3:00 p.m. He bore a bright and hopeful look on his face as he was in his best mood ever. It had been a long since he felt this way and not even making love with his beloved wife, Monica Stone could replace this."Sir, when are we taking our next step?" Jerome, Alexander's bench man asked but Alexander simply giggled. He felt refreshed and Jerome was confused. Jerome didn't understand how he became a comedian and his furrowed brows told the tale. "Calm down, Jerome. The first was just executed and you already want another? You're a bad boy!" Alexander said and giggled while swivelling the chair. "But sir, I think we should at least have a new plan. It seems like we don't have any yet. I think we should kill him." Jerome was thirsty for more blood. His utterance made Alexander chuckle as he couldn't control the amusement in him."Be wise, I won't let him die happily. He's just t
Antonia had been distracted by looking for Maureen and had forgotten to do what Charles instructed. As Clarisse watched the blood scene, tears fell from her eyes. Antonia was rechecking all the rooms upstairs and when she came down, she saw Charles' room door open. She went in and saw Clarisse as well as the blood scene."He killed her," Clarisse said as she saw Antonia."Keep quiet. Don't say a word." Antonia covered Clarisse's mouth."What are you saying?" Clarisse asked in tears and when Antonia saw that she was panicking, she put her hands across Clarisse's mouth and tightened them."Get a grip on yourself. Stay here." Antonia said and rushed to lock the door. "What are you doing? Don't cover this up." Clarisse said as Antonia locked the door. "Shut up!" Antonia said and when she was done with locking the door, she returned to Clarisse."Look, this doesn't mean anything okay? This could be Mr Charles' blood. What if he's ill and possibly hiding it? You're aware that he came home
After Charles walked past the door, Antonia peeled her gaze off him and went to the dining room. She wanted to pack up the food as she guessed that Maureen was busy since she didn't wait to serve Charles. Antonia gazed wide-eyed when she didn't see any dish on the dining table. Immediately, she went to the kitchen and when she didn't see Maureen, she supposed that Maureen was still asleep. She was confused since she believed that she and Matthew were the last people to go to bed. She was confused that Maureen was still asleep by this time as it wasn't like her so, she went straight to the room that Maureen and Claudia shared. She stood by their door and just when she was about to knock, she realised that the door was open. "That's weird," she said and walked in. As she did, the first thing she saw was Claudia snoring on her bed with no trace of Maureen. Her brows furrowed as Claudia was just too lazy. She was still asleep when it was almost 8:00 a.m. This was one of the reasons wh
Charles got up from his bed naked with an angry look on his face. He dipped his hand into his hair and looked to his side and saw a portion of his bed soaked in blood. At first glance, you will think he was disheartened but he wasn't, he was disgusted. And as he glared further, disgust surfaced throughout his whole and with creased brows, he walked to the bathroom. While he stood in the shower, he looked down at his penis and as the water touched it, the blood was washed off. He started scrubbing his body as though he had eaten a maggot or earthworm by mistake. He was utterly disgusted and he couldn't believe that he and Maureen had sex. He was annoyed that he had sex with her or would I say that he was weak to have been easily seduced by her? That was his notion as he was convinced that she took advantage of him. Now, he regarded Maureen as a loose dog who craved a rich man's attention. He was convinced that Maureen was like other ladies who wanted to get him through one means or
I stood outside the mansion and looked back in tears. I realised that my dreams and aspirations of making something out of my life had been crushed. I can't do anything to stop what happened and what's still gonna happen because I'm certain that things will be rough for me.I walked toward the main gate to exit the estate and pressed my finger on the fingerprint sensor and walked out of the gate. Since it was early and the security staff were asleep, I walked out without having to answer questions. I'm glad that my fingerprint was registered, if not, I would have had to wait for Antonia, Matthew or sir Charles's authorisation before I could leave. At this point, the last thing I need is to see him or let him see me. As I stepped out, I took a step forward and looked back. Looking at the beautiful landscape rekindled the feeling of being rejected and tears fell from my eyes. I arrived here a year and four months ago. Then, I said that I was only going to work for a year, save up all
It was a difficult journey to the room and I'm glad that Claudia was still asleep when I arrived. Pain surged through me and it was unbearable. My head was in a mess as depression took over. I felt like dying because, at this point, I don't want to live. I can't live with this pain and I feel like my heart will soon explode. The pain in me is greater than that in my body. It's unimaginable. I wouldn't wish for such to befall anyone, not even my enemies. I rushed to the bathroom in limps and turned on the shower. Since I was only in bed sheets, I didn't fumble to peel it from my skin with my hands. Fear washed over me as I needed to be afraid of a man who disposed of me. I realised that I have to leave before he quits his room. He's a powerful man and will be able to eliminate me if I pose a threat to him and his ambition since I'm a waste to him and most likely to the world. Judging that he's famous and rich, I have to run for my life. If not for myself but for my innocent moth