The worst part of my situation is that I find it hard to reach out to my phone. I simply want to send a message to Unclen Romnick to cancel everything as planned but Malia's hand was clamped with mine and were set on my lap. If I am going to remove her hand from mine, let alone from my lap, she might be getting suspicious or feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. Those two terrible things would be the last thing I want to happen. So I leave with no choice but to ignore those negative thoughts that run through my brain and proceed with the plan. I am simply going to convince Uncle Romnick to take Mr. Emilio away from us. And if possible, he must take him away from the villa even for an hour or two. Right. That will be the right thing I must do. "Another thing, Madam President, I got a call from Don Lucas you will have an early trip to Europe tomorrow with Mr. Roland," he added. "Forget addressing me that way, Mr. Emilio. We both know that I am not the presiden

The good thing about being on the plane is that Malia was seated next to me while Roland was a few seats away from us. It so happens that as tough as Roland, he is frightened of heights. It means that I can hold her hand and lean on her shoulder for a few hours. "do you think I can make this unexpected trip a success?" she uttered while gently rubbing my hand. Before I could say my piece of advice, I catch a glimpse of Roland and stealth a kiss on Malia's lips. "you can do it, honey." I curve the tip of my lips and rubbed them into a smile while staring at her expression. "Honey, huh?" Malia smiled back. "So, that is what you want me to call you then?" she also stealth a kiss on my lips. "I'm fine with that. And thank you for trusting me, John. Your word means a lot to me." "Who is this business tycoon, anyway?" I could not help but ask, not because I got jealous of this man, but because if what they claim about him is true, it will be good to introduce my busine

"Roland was right about it, Malia." I smiled at them awkwardly to make the act more convincing. "Indeed I could get a referral bonus every time I could bring customers into this hotel. This is what I keep doing for the past four years." Before this hotel becomes mine, I also work as one part-time housekeeper. I wiped floors, glass walls, and delivery boy. And I am not embarrassed about experiencing those kinds of workloads. That embarrassing experiences helped me to reach what I have right now which Malia and Roland have not experienced their entire life because they were born with silver spoons in their mouth. "See? I told you." Roland agreed. "What else could we expect from someone who needs money? John would take the opportunity to earn even a cent. But don't worry Malia, I'll give him a reasonable tip once we're done with the job assigned to us." That was too generous of him but I know for a fact that he only wants to boast about his kindness to Malia. A show

So instead, John took a deep breath and addressed Roland directly. “Actually, Roland, I think I do know what I’m talking about. I’ve done my research and analyzed the data. I know this market inside and out.” Roland sneered. “Oh, please. You’re just making it up as you go along.” But I refused to be baited. So I calmly laid out my plan, citing statistics and examples to back up my claims. Malia and all the investors listened with interest, realizing that I had indeed done my homework and had valuable insights to offer. Roland, realizing he had been outmatched, began to get angry. He could see that the others were impressed with my knowledge, and it was making him look bad. “Okay, okay, fine,” he said, his tone defensive. “But let’s not forget who’s in charge here. I’m the one calling the shots.” I raised an eyebrow, taking the high road. “Of course, Roland. We defer to your authority. But I think it’s important to consider all viewpoints before making a decisio

I was about to run back to our room but Malia grabbed my hands and pulled me back closer to her. She then wrapped her arms around me and said, "There's no need, John. It's all my fault." "Why? What did you do this time?" I asked her, my voice low and sad, and acted clueless even if I already know what happened back at the meeting earlier. Malia burst out crying because of her answer to my associate's personal question about giving me three things she hated the most about Roland. And I was surprised by her answer. Three hours ago. "Then, I'm gonna ask her then." says my associate. "Can you give me three things you don't like about Roland?" Malia slowly dragged her eyes to Roland, who was currently stunned and dumbfounded while looking at her. He was caught up by surprise, I can tell. He found the meeting a bit personal when it was completely unrelated to the business they were offering. Then he adjusted his body away from Malia, preparing himself for the pos