“Beep, beep, beep.”The sound of the heart monitor carried the words the medical staff were too anxious to say.The white walls of the ward loomed in. Carrying with it a heavy rhythm of silence.Lucian Cross laid motionless on the bed, attached to his body were a number of life support equipment.Mist formed in the ventilator which showed his slow and steady breath.“I think it's time we put an end to this.” The senior staff whispered to the other.His younger colleague opened his mouth slightly, no words came out. Eyes bunged with defiance.“We can't do that, we need the signature of his family.”The senior colleague waved his hand dismissively.“Ohh please, it's been what?One year,no one gives a shit about Lucian Cross anymore. He's just going to be a burden and incur more expenses to the hospital.”“I guess you are right. It's just a shame though.”A few feet from them, Lucian's eyes fluttered into awakening.He blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the wards blinding lightHis hand

Lucian pushed his chest against Vincent's hand.He refused to give up and walk away from his family, not when they were some feet away from himNeither of the men were ready to back down.Suddenly, Lucian stopped struggling.“Just tell me what's going on? Why do Maya and Adriana refuse to talk to me? And Maya called me a criminal.” He choked.Vincent looked back at the house.“Not here.” He told Lucian.“Like I said, come by the office.”With that he went ahead to join Adriana and Maya.Lucian did not miss how he slid his arm over Adriana to offer comfort.The cab driver came out of the car for the first time since the incident started“Are you going somewhere else or are you going to pay my money?” Lucian was sitting at the edge of the walkway. His hands were on his head like a lost man.He looked up dazed, he had forgotten about the cab driver.His plan was to meet his family, then get some cash to pay.Now he's stuck, more confused than how he left the hospital.He wondered if the

Maya Cross sat at the far end corner of the class, her face shielded by the hoodie she wore over her uniform.Her mind was lost in space, far from what the teacher was discussing.At the sound of the school's closing hours bell.She clutched her backpack, plugged her earbuds like she always does and made for the hallway.Every conversation amongst her peers floated past her as she zombied through them all.Right outside the school building, before she could place a foot outside.Someone stumbled into her shoulder, causing her phone to crash against the floor and one of her earbuds fell off.The person who crashed into her did not utter an apology for what she did Maya didn't mind, she bent to pick up her fallen items.She stepped forward and waited for her driver to come pick her up.The same person that rammed into her before came and repeated the same thing.Not just her. But a couple girls in the same class as Maya.“I saw you yesterday, Maya. With a man, who was he?”Maya gripped

When Mr Nixon commented on Lucian's physical attribute, Lucian's mind wondered around a lot of of things Like, what the nature of the job could probably be? His mind could not settle on anything in particular.Not until he entered Mr Nixon's old truck and they stopped in front of a building.Lucian looked out through the window of the truck“You've got to be kidding me.” He muttered aloudMr Nixon slammed the truck door shut as he stepped out.He Yanked his pants so that it settled on his bulging tummy.“Yeap, my very own janitorial company, passed down for three generations.”His voice exuded pride as he spoke“What did you think you were coming to do?” He asked Lucian.Lucian's face was scrunched as he continued to observe the small building.“I don't know, definitely not this.”Mr Nixon ignored the snide in Lucian's voice“Come on now, We've got work to do.”It turns out that Mr Nixon runs cleaning services for some offices in the city, especially buildings that have just been bui

Nixon Holdings transformed into one of the fastest, rising real estate firms in the country. Within the space of a year.Every company in the country wants to associate with them or even get to collaborate with Nixon Holdings.The company's growth astounded everyone and was the talk of top organisations in the country and other countries.It was hard to get hold of President,.which everyone assumed was a millionaire ghost.He chooses the company he wants to get tangled with personally and refuses any other offer that comes up.Vincent Price slapped his hand on the smooth surface of the desk in Cross Venture’s conference room “This is the third time that Nixon Holdings would be refusing an alliance with us. Does he know who we are.” His words dropped like acid.“He should be grateful that we are reaching out to him instead, many real estate companies would fall flat just to align with Cross Ventures.”The shareholders that were present in the board room murmured amongst themselves.Ad