"Katherine," Sophia's voice was laid with worry. "I'm fine," Katherine said. "What happened? Where are you? Are you home already?" Sophia questioned. " I'm fine. I will soon go home," Katherine responded. " I was worried. What happened? Tell me," Sophia pleaded. " I will when I get home. I promise to be home by the time you will arrive," Katherine said. " Alright. Just take care of yourself for me," Sophia said. " Sure, I'll darling," Katherine ended the call.
Jake finished drinking his tea and was about to leave when Katherine stopped him. "Have you met me before?" Katherine asked. "You're smart so you know the answer," Jake responded. Katherine made an 'o' with her mouth. " Thank you, male prostitute," Katherine appreciated. "I'm not a prostitute," Jake said. " Then tell me the name," Katherine said. " Jake is the handsome's name," Jake replied with a smile. "Ok. Thank you Jake, male prostitute," Katherine said with a smirk. Jake wanted to protest but looking at the time he knew he had to go. "I hope we meet again Katherine, the jinx," with that, Jake left the room. " I'm not a jinx," Katherine shouted after him. Jake who heard her chuckled.
Katherine cleaned up before leaving the hotel. She got home and slept like a log of wood.
Sophia got home to meet dinner. "Katherine," Sophia hugged her checking her out. "You see. I told you I was fine," Katherine said. " I was very worried especially when you didn't pick your calls," Sophia said. " My phone was in silent," Katherine said. "Ok. Where did you sleep? At Ren's?" Sophia questioned. " No. At hotel," Katherine replied. " But you could have come home instead of incurring those expenses or don't tell me you were drunk," Sophia said. " I....," Katherine trailed off. " You were drunk and something like what happened the last time happened, right?" Sophia enquired. " Yes," Katherine's face fell, "But I was lucky to be saved by the same person," she added. "How on earth did you know the person is the same person as last week saviour?" Sophia was surprised. "The scent of the hangover I drank was the same. He also confirmed it," Katherine replied. "Alright but he?" Sophia quickly began to check Katherine out for any sexual assault. "He did nothing," Katherine said. "Oops!" Sophia was relieved.
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The CEO of Olsen Groups of Company, Mr Olsen, alighted from his car and went into a mansion. The exterior design of the mansion was so magnificent that one might think one might faint from beholding its interior design. Looking at the interior design as Mr Olsen make his way to the master's bed, a poor man even the middle class men and some rich person might actually faint for beholding the interior design.
Mr Olsen had his bath before going to the kitchen to prepare his meal. It's ironical that as beautiful as the mansion is, only Olsen lives in it. He is a CEO and should have maids do the cleaning, cooking and other house chores related works but he preferred to do those things his own ways.
His parents, Mr and Mrs Olsen, have tried to give him reasons he should get a maid but he was just being their usual stubborn child .
They stopped persuading him to employ a maid but an incident happened which made them bring in maids for their son whether he was in support or not.
The almost bad incident that happened was that he forgot what he was cooking on the fire while cleaning the rooms . He was just lucky to have come downstairs when he perceived the smoke.
Well presently, the maid has been dismissed. Our Mr Olsen now live alone once again.
After his meal,Mr Olsen went to his study. He powered on his laptop and set to work .
After working endlessly for two hours , he stretched before shutting down his laptop he heaved a sigh and drifted to sleep .
Waking up the following day, Mr Olsen went to the bathroom . He had his bath and put on a business suit, as usual . He went downstairs and prepared tea which gulped down gracefully.
He was driving already when his phone began to ring . "Speak up," He said immediately he picked the call . "Our goods were seized at the Port last night ," "Last night? And you are just informing me ?" He said with his eyes glinting coldly ." Sir , it was midnight actually ," the caller trembled". " Mail the goods configurations ," her hung up the call.
Still driving, he dialed a number. " Check the reason my goods were seized and send the details to me in an hour , " he ordered before ending the call. He drove to the direction of his family house. He was angry because his plans for today had been tampered with by his father who called him yesterday night telling him to come too the house first thing the following day.
"Good morning mum," Mr Olsen greeted his mom who he met at the door. " Morning Dylan. How are you?" his mother hugged him tightly. " Mr Olsen is my name," Mr Olsen said without any emotion in his voice. " But son...," Mrs Olsen was cut off by son. "Where is Old Mr Olsen?" her son questioned. "You should address him as father," Mrs Olsen said. " Where is he?" Mr Olsen asked. " Upstairs," she replied. Mr Olsen went upstairs to the master's bedroom. "Son," Old Mr Olsen tried to hug his son but his son retreated. "If I come here to be hugged, I am off," Mr Olsen said. Old Mr Olsen sighed and led the way to the study.
Mrs Olsen in the sitting room was trying to fight back her tears. "When did my son become this cold?" she rhetoriced. She was still in her grief when Gina, her daughter skipped downstairs. "Mom," Gina called. "How are you princess?" her mom, Mrs Olsen, answered. "Always fine," Gina replied, "I'm off to see Eddie," she said. "Your big bro is upstairs," Mrs Olsen said. " You mean Mr Olsen?" Gina enquired. " Dylan," Mrs Olsen said. Gina suppressed her excited scream by covering her mouth with her hand. "Where is he?" Gina asked. "Probably in the study with your father," Mrs Olsen said. "Ok," Gina said as she skipped upstairs.
" N and B is responsible for your goods being seized," Old Mr Olsen said immediately the duo had sat down. " Won't you learn to stop meddling in my business?" Mr Olsen questioned with a glare. Old Mr Olsen laughed. " The seizure happened at exactly one hour two minutes this morning and I knew exactly one hour four minutes. Two minutes was what took me to garner the information I needed but you knew at around seven this morning yet you ordered the details of the seizure to be sent to you in an hour," Old Mr Olsen said calmly. Mr Olsen was already raging with anger. "What do I need to do to stop you from meddling in my business?" Mr Olsen asked. " Call me father and treat me like one," Old Mr Olsen said with a pitiable expression.
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After much questioning, Katherine later told Sophia she had been retrenched. "Don't feel so bad. My salary is pretty good enough to pay our bills pending the time you will get another job," Sophia comforted her. " Yeah. I will become a burden. A liability," Katherine said. " No, you are not. Moreover, it isn't as if you choose to leave your job, okay?" Sophia said. " But....," Katherine was saying but Sophia interrupted. " Promise me that you won't drink again unless I'm there. You know you can't be lucky three times," Sophia said. " Do you think so? Let me give it a try," Katherine said. Sophia laughed and hit Katherine playfully.