Juliana lost her voice. This man, he thought he was a zero, a nobody and even, a nomadic beggar who strayed into Vellore Tailors but that same man was about handling her bill like it was nothing. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he isn't a zero but a hundred. Two hundred even— significant.Her lips parted to speak but just air—low gasps. Her his lips pressed together, mind reeling with different thoughts.Again, she opened her lips and finally her words came but it didn't flow. It was cracking under the weight of the sheer surprise and..maybe guilt.Guilt of looking down on Blake earlier like he's a mere trash who should be in the Incer.“You.. you're going to pay?” Her voice cracked like an old wall, laced with disbelief and surprise.Blake smiled and nodded gently. “I'll handle it.” He simply said and his focus deviated to his phone."The tally is $10,000, sir.” The cashier said calmly, the Reverence in her voice was unmistakable.Though she didn't look down on Blake. She doesn't. Anybod

Pa. Walter's voice cut like a blade, grating down the silence.Jemina startled. Her heart dropped like a boulder into an abyss. She blinked. Not tears. Not yet. But out of the sheer disbelief and shock of seeing her grandfather enraged to that stupefying degree.She had never experienced such anger from him before. Not even when his day is going sour and neither when someone pisses him.Pa. Walter's eyes darkened, storm waging within.Jemina swallowed, her finger clutched under the table, shaking.Mrs. Smith didn't take a slight glance at her daughter. She masked her surprise beneath a knowing expression. She already knew what this is all about and she'll be disappointed in her daughter if she embarrasses her in the face of the family.Pa. Walter continued, his gaze hard like gravel. “You are failing Jemina. You're proving to be incompetent and you're only depending on past admirations and achievements .” He said colly but it cuts deeper like sharp ice, stinging like venom.Jemina b

Silence fell over, but the tension in the room rose drastically. It was palpable, mixing with the air and suffocating everyone.Not a single scratch from a chair. The wall clock on the wall ticked louder now, the distance horn of automobiles and the cooling air system whispered louder like a threat.Shoulder slumped, head tilted and eyelashes lowered in raw defeat.What could have caused such an eerie silence during that lively hour of the day.It is not a rumour. People had been rejected at by Globulex. Firms powerful enough to change the direction of a sector of an economy, giant investor, timeless dealers...some of these important personalities and socialites who can alter the second hand of time had been rejected by Globulex. Not a second chance for consideration. Some didn't even make it past the guards at the gate.Globulex don't just deal with people, they select few; Grainy few to work with. It wasn't about money because money had been rejected by them.And it wasn't about f

Mrs. Smith's hand swung through the air dangerously like a five—lashes whip. It was a slap. And It could have been more impactful than the first one that Blake stopped at the gathering.But this time, it wasn't meant for Jemina but for Blake himself.Again—He caught her hand mid–air. It isn't happening anymore. Not his wife and not on him.He had been slapped enough by the family and this is just the end of it.“Are you crazy! Take a look at your useless husband, he's going to hit me!” She cried out like a girl who was about to be molested but Blake was only gripping her wrist. He didn't even raise a finger.The pain of seeing Blake stand up to her now stung poisonous more than venom.“Let go of me!!” She wanted to slap Blake with the other hand but Blake caught her again.Her anger spiked. “You bastard! Let go of my hand. I'm going to kill you!!” She snapped her hands from his grip and stormed out.But not without glaring at Jemina in a way that shows: ‘LOOK AT THE MAN YOU CALL HUSB

“You'll have Jemina. Anyway you like...” A small smirk— suspicious but knowing to Clinton, deadly curled her bottom lips up. The brief pause was shattered, chair scrapping. She leaned, elbow resting on the desk and eyes locked on Clinton like a prey...a bait.Clinton shifted on his seat. His eyes lit up with interest but he knew Grace quite well. Though not too well. Just half of the filthy games she had played in the past.She's not just a designer, She's a builder. One who destroys to build something more dangerous....with mischief and lewd antics as brick.She has money.. though not too much but her connection stretches like elastic....key investors, politicians, hotel managers, big men that with just a flick of their fingers, they can snap out breathe, destroy cities...she has them..all of them..Not just their contracts but their favours...and maybe some of their dirty secrets too..to coerce them under her. She's the kind of woman people call Brainy and deadly. “..But you're go