Stella’s face went crimson the moment she perceived the fragrance of the air freshener Jamole was spraying in her office. Considering the fact that she was pregnant she reacted to heady fragrance.Promptly she ran into the toilet to throw up; she vehemently fought it off anyways and kept spitting repeatedly.“I can see your poverty has affected your sense of reasoning that you can’t see that I am pregnant.”Jamole who was distracted from dusting the window pane, shot a frown at her baby bump and then forced a smile.“Look at this fool. She doesn’t know what she is into,” he said in his mind.He dared to ignore her and continue with his duty but she yelled furiously.“I am talking to you, idiot!” She slammed her palm on the desk.Jamole gazed upon her and asked, “I am sure my poverty is not responsible for you pregnancy. Must you insult me before you make a point? Please tell me what you have to say. I don’t care whether you are pregnant or not.”She dragged a shocking brow.“Oh really?

Friday nights was club hour for Stella and her pals. During such moments she would criticize Susan and what she had planned to do to her, Roger and Jamole once she tied the knot with Anderson Peters.Meanwhile this was the first time she would be hanging out with her pals after her return from the Caribbean; she couldn’t wait to gist them of her luxurious pleasure with the apparent heir to Swan Group.They had phoned her and demanded for a shout since she could obviously be having plenty of money to spare after spending one month with Anderson Peters.They had occupied the VVIP.Zara, Vivian and Kennedy stayed back and stared at Stella spray wads of dollars on the strippers in the club. She was hailed by onlookers for spraying such huge amount of money on the strippers who barely made as much in a night.“Hey, I may be the richest pregnant woman,” Stella sounded, smiling cheeks to cheeks as she advanced to join her pals who relaxed to the most expensive cognac and spirits.Zara replied

Jamole was tensed as he paced up and down his fingers trembled as he made a phone call across to Anderson, Anderson hesitated to pick up from the other side.The fact was that Anderson was in the swimming pool with some curvaceous pretty ladies so he never realized his phone was ringing by the corner.A few days, ago Jamole paid him a whooping 1 million dollars for a job well done so he decided to merry and spend it on luxuries and women hoping to disappear out of sight any moment soon.After a few more calls, Anderson didn’t come through from the other side.“Shit!”Jamole beamed, pummeled his fist into his palm and tossed his phone to a corner; he needed to makesome confirmation if Zhang signed the A 10 document which was to put him at risk of losing Zhang Group to him.Jamole had ransacked photocopies of the documents Zhang signed and there was no sign of a copy of the A10 documents, in order words Zhang didn’t sign it.And if Zhang didn’t sign it he could lose Swan Group to Zhang

It was recess at Swan Group and most of the staffers hung out for lunch and to stretch their bones after long work hour.Andre and Jade hung out at the Spanish Café while they sat to their table of cold cocktail.“Information reaching me is that McDonald the richest man in New York is on the verge of launching his airline. Have you heard?” Andre queried.Jade jerked his head, “Not really, already everyone is carried away by the success of Swan Airline. I believe he gained inspiration from Swan Airline. The anonymous heir has opened the eyes of many billionaires.”Andre shrugged, “But I wonder why the anonymous heir decided to reside in the Caribbean instead of Antipolo. Perhaps he believes dudes like me will kick his ass if he should seize my salary.”Jade let a muffled laughter.“Hey I don’t think you know who the anonymous heir is. I wonder the kind of security and aide that will be in his entourage so that paupers like you can’t lay a finger on him…”Andre chortled and affirmed, “Ok

The thick Indian burst into laughter and gagged his mouth.“Please, cousin don’t take the words of this pauper seriously,” he gestured at him from head to toe, “Take a look at him, just take good look at him. Does he look like one that can afford a square meal let alone a Porsche? This is one of those paupers that give us headache with their false lifestyle.The wife cut in, “Do you know he came on a scooter? That is the scooter over there.” She pointed across the road. “This poverty stricken thinks we are bluffing. I guess we will use him as a scape goat so that others can learn. We have had enough of them.”“That is Porsche Panamera.” The lanky Indian reminded Jamole through stern burning eyes. “Each is worth $2 million. That car is meant for fat cat and not for paupers…”Jamole interrupted him, “Yeah, the two of them are worth $ 4 million am I right?” He shook his head in affirmation and pushed forth his credit card, “I need them. Here is my credit card for payment. Withdraw the $ 4