If you should ask Susan what was the one thing she wished she could change it would be Jamole’s hidden identity. She couldn’t help seeing her husband being shouted upon and disgraced because he chose to disguise himself as a janitor.Her impatience was running out as wax and she wondered how much longer she was going to endure being seen as single and seeing Jamole being ordered around and manhandled as slave.This day Roger had come to pay her a visit in her office and before coming out to her office, Roger had ordered Jamole to ensure everywhere in her office was clean and dusted.But upon entering her office Roger stroked his finger across a desk and despite not seeing dust on his finger, the regional manager ordered that jamole should appear in their presence. Through grinned face Susan had watched Roger slap her husband twice.“Good for nothing janitor!” Roger barked and gazed down to Jamole who had squatted to nurse his chin. “Frankly speaking getting this unfortunate bastard emp

Stella stood aside, staring as Roger and a young man bargain over a sports car. It had been almost an hour now and the young man wasn’t saying anything meaningful.Just the other night Roger had told her in bed, he was going to sell one of his cars to have some money that could sustain them for the month since they put a hold on their salary. And Stella had advised him against selling any of his properties and that they would survive through any other possible means.“My wine shelf is empty. What about weekend clubbing? No food in the kitchen. Our menu is going to be wag. We need money,” Roger had protested and punched into the bed furiously, “Whosoever this heir is should know that he has ruined me,” he had nagged on.At dawn Stella was shocked when a young man drove into their compound to bargain for the price of a sports car most cherished by Roger.Stella could see the storm that rained in the eyes of Roger and she could tell all wasn’t going down well with him; inarguably the you

Roger was busy flipping through some documents when Stella cat-walked into his office, having some documents handy.“Morning sweetie,” she greeted and came over to brush cheeks with him, “How was your night?” she asked, and slumped in the swivel chair opposite.“Horrible,” replied Roger, swinging around and forcing a smile.Countless nights he had pondered over the heir and his identity.Just like he had always thought that there was no heir anywhere he was beginning to see the activeness of an heir now.Roger and Stella placed the papers on their desk in tandem. “Did you get the warning letter from the heir?” Roger asked and stole a glance into Stella’s paper to see it was same letter.“Yes, I did,” she replied, “A warning letter from the heir? The bastard is threatening to seize our next salary if we don’t produce clients who will patronize Swan. Can you imagine the nonsense?Roger sighed and took off his glasses. “I don’t want to imagine the nonsense anymore because it is already gi

Stella’s office hadn’t been so dirty; recently she had started littering her office so irritably that Jamole got confused about where to start cleaning.When Jamole opened the door, he met her answering a phone call and he perceived she was on a call with one of her pals who could be probably be Zara Wayne, Vivan Thompson or Kennedy John,Hell quenching, Jamole would also make those pals of hers pay for every time they mocked him; for every tear that leaked through his cloudy eyes.“Good morning , boss,” Jamole greeted, his gaze lowered and his grin held.He just had to greet her to accord her the respect that was due her, even when she wasn’t on calls she had neither returned the compliment, let alone now she was on call.Jamole stood and gaped at the littering all over the office. He shut his eyes and raised his gaze at the ceiling. His heart burnt with so much hurt. From the moment he decided to disguise, he had prepared for shitty attitude as this.Promptly with his breath held, he

Stella was busy with her desk top upstairs when she heard the guzzling sound of a car outside. She peeped through to see it was none other than Roger James, who was alighting form a cab.She sucked a breath of relief and opened her heart to welcome him and the good news he had returned with. Roger had availed himself the opportunity to witness the forum of heirs in New York. He wasn’t supposed to be there, but because they wanted to know who was the heir to Swan Real Estate Roger had to gate crash. A warm smile on her face was what she intended to welcome him with. But the thunderous looks on the face of Roger ruined it once he walked in and flung his briefcase to the sofa.“How did it go, darling?” she was forced to ask him a question she wanted to ask while in bed. “Any good news? Do we know who the heir is now?” her questions came rapidly.Roger was more than drawn and exhausted; this time around not that he over worked himself but he was disappointed. He never expected to see Susa