Cathy swallowed. She bobbed her head in a nod and said in a small voice, “Yes ma'am.” She could feel Neal's gaze on the side of her face. She avoided his gaze as she apologized again. “I'm really sorry. I had no idea that he was your friend.”“Now you do," Amber snapped. Cathy quickly nodded again and muttered another apology. She felt so embarrassed. She wished Neal weren't present; then her shame would be curbed.Even though Moise was certain that Neal had left the CEO position of the waterfall corporation because he was too dumb to handle it, he was baffled as to why Amber would have appointed a mere friend as the new CEO. While he stealthily looked between Amber and Neal, he thought that there must be something more to their friendship. Amber wouldn't just make some random friend the CEO of the company she holds dear and worked her ass off to manage. There was something more and he'd get to the root of it. But before then, he already had his guesses. He was certain that Neal mu

Neal shook his head. “No, Amber, you don't need to go to such lengths. I'd go to any school you pick for me. All I need is a standard school that will teach what works in the real world. Besides, I trust your judgement.”Amber clapped her hands, excited and touched. "I promise you, brother, I won't disappoint you.”Neal smiled. "I know you won't.”Amber felt grateful for his belief in her. "Thank you.”Then, she remembered the issue with Moise, and with a sigh, she sobered up. “Something needs to be done about Moise, and quickly.” She ran her fingers through her hair. "I can't believe he hid this side of him from us so well. I didn't even suspect a thing." She looked at Neal. “You should punish him for all the misunderstandings that he's caused and for the disrespect. Most especially for taking your wife from you." Neal could immediately tell that the wife Amber was referring to was Cathy and he smiled. "Cathy wasn't even my real wife to begin with. It was just a transaction. If she

There was a smirk on Peter's lips as he replied to the texts of the lady he had over in his apartment the previous night.Peter Vorren, the heir to a wealthy family, was one of the male students in Neal's class.He had just hit send for the text he typed to deliver when he overheard a comment that one of the girls had just made.Peter Vorren was a player who had always used his family's riches to treat girls as he liked.“He looks so cute," the voice said with a sigh.Peter’s attention was withdrawn from his conversation. With a smirk, he turned around to see who had spoken. Peter knew that he was the one they were talking about.It was a pretty girl. She had her elbows on the desk. Her palms framed her face as she looked at…Peter blanched. The girl was not looking at him but at…Peter followed the girl's gaze. The girl's attention was on Neal. She looked at him dreamily. She let out a sigh and her smile widened.What the heck was happening? Peter thought as he placed his phone on h

Neal’s gaze was on his watch as he alighted from the bus.It was the second day, and already lecture time, and he was yet to arrive at school. There had been an unforeseen delay on the road that had delayed the bus he took.It was almost lecture time, and he had to hasten up. He entered the school gates and briskly made his way across the vast yards, through administrative buildings, recreational centres, and toward his department building where he'd have his class.In the hall, everyone chatted amongst themselves as they waited for the lecturer to show up.Eric guffawed at something Peter had said. As he sobered up, his eyes strayed to the door. It happened to be the same time that Vanessa strutted into the hall. He watched her take a seat. “Damn, he's so handsome," one of the three girls sighed as they huddled together, their eyes on the phone’s screen that displayed Peter's picture on a beach.“And freaking rich," the second girl added.One of them looked up in the direction where

Neal, dressed in the same slacks as yesterday and the day before, and his newest shirt before he met Rosa, stood before the mirror. He ran his palm down the front of his shirt.He considered getting new clothes for himself. The ones he had were all faded and patched, except for the new one he had gotten the first morning he went to the Waterfall corporation. “I'd just get a few clothes,” he decided.But the first step to arriving at school on time was for him to leave home early. The lecturer arrived late yesterday, Neal might not be so lucky today.Peter leaned against his car. He looked down at his branded luxurious shoes. He turned down his nose the moment he spotted a scratch on it. “I should discard this one and have a new one delivered,” he muttered to himself.He looked up towards the gate and sighed. “What type of asshole comes so late for his lectures?" Eric sighed as he switched his weight from one foot to another and rested more of his weight on Peter's car. “I really don