All Chapters of The Billionaires Too (#2): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

 "Are you going to stand there all day?" Logan asked as Antonina remained rooted at the main entrance to the mansion.  "I'm going to stand here until you take me back to my house," she said stubbornly, hugging herself as she looked around in discomfort.  Logan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, something at the back of his head telling him she was thinking about the night of the engagement party. He felt guilty and felt the need to apologise again, but could not find it in him; after all, it was not like she was also not keeping things from him. He reassured himself.   He rolled his eyes at her and scoffed. "Listen, woman. I–" he started towards her, but was interrupted by Thuso. Damn! He thought. He had almost forgotten about him!  "Boss? You are back," the big guy walked towards Logan in his signature black suit and T-shirt.  

 "Good Afternoon, Gentlemen and lady. I hope I'm not too early," MJ Billings greeted smoothly as she strolled into the boardroom, where Billings Corporations shareholders alongside Jorge and Sandra, had been waiting for over an hour.  None of the faces seemed to be impressed with her grand entrance, only Sandra responded with a warm smile courtesy of her speedy recovery, the other men looked grumpy and hateful, while Jorge seemingly rolled his eyes.  On a positive note, everything else seemed to be in place, Cameron had done an impressive job at setting up the boardroom as much as he did disappearing. For perfectly obvious reasons, he did not want to see Jorge, especially since they still had an unresolved identity issue as well as the fact that Cameron still had to go home to see Logan.  MJ was surprised that he still stuck with her even after all the workload she put on him to prepare for th

 Javier looked at his watch for the nth time since he arrived at the gate of the property his sister was trying to sell. It looked quite familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen it or if he had been here before.  The gate opened behind him as Brianna's company car pulled up next to him, and she rolled down her window, staring at him from behind her sunglasses. "Stop looking so angry, I said 14:30, not 14:00," she said and then pulled inside the yard.  He sighed and followed her inside, a frown on his face as recognition clicked in his head as he passed the ugly fountain. Wasn't this Alastair Cooper's house? Damn! He has not even been dead for a month and his wife was already cashing in on his stuff. He thought as he entered the house, where Brianna was seated on the staircase.  She looked nervous and yet deviant. "Isn't this Alastair Cooper's house?" He asked to clear the tension

 The trip to the sister branch was quite a long one due to the traffic, as well as the wait and process of getting everyone under the same roof at the same time. On top of that, security had to make sure that everything was in place, while at the same time, the receptionists set up the reception desk as a podium.  The building was exactly that, a sister branch; it shared the same name, played a similar role, but differed in structure and design in comparison to the main branch. It was twenty storeys less than the main building, with aluminum glass covering the entire building from top to bottom, in all sides, with the light giving it a transparent sky blue colour.  The interior was furnished with metallic silver office equipment, with occupational laws and regulations on the notice boards. Typical of Alastair Cooper, he was not exactly a fan of repeating himself when it came to rules and discipline.  

 "Are you okay?" Sandra asked as she walked into MJ's office. They had just returned from Alastair's building, and MJ was not the same after spending two hours in his office.  By the time she came out, she wouldn't look anyone in the eyes, and Sandra could have sworn she saw a bit of red there.   She was quiet throughout the entire drive back to her office, and before they left, she ordered that she didn't want anyone going to Alastair's office.  Sandra knew what MJ was going through, she was experiencing the same thing every time she went back to Alastair's home, which he left to her. She felt the same pain every time she entered his bedroom to be engulfed by his scent, and every time she moved or touched something, it felt like that familiar smell would fade away like he did.  The same thing with his office, it smelled of him and everything in it spoke of him a