Zoe stepped out of her sleek red car that pulled in front of ANCLAIR imposing building, as the morning sun radiated against its polished surface and cast an eye-blinding reflection to those who cared to look. She stood like a regal figure as soon as she was greeted by the employees who were waiting outside to welcome her already, her impeccable three-piece, exuding sophistication and timeless elegance. As she proceeded through the revolving door into the lobby which was full of the usual busy activities of the morning, behind her was Gary, in his perfect suit, and the others, walking behind her like an army. Hush fell into the room the moment she sauntered past the marbled-floor lobby, the click of her heels echoing in the silence, as employees paused mid-conversation, their eyes widening as they caught sight of the daunting lady who was making her way into the elevator. As the doors of the elevator slid open with a soft chime, Zoe stepped inside together with Gary and the doors
As the thought of Malcolm came to her mind, Zoe’s mind could not help but flash back to what he had told her that morning before she left the house. It was when he gazed at her with some kind of expression that conflicted her. “Zoe,” he called her as if his breath had seized from him, his eyes twitching with something she thought seemed like sadness. “Do you think that you can leave this family now? And be away from everyone? Finally? Don't try to know anymore and just break off?” His voice carried a hint of something that sounded like weariness which she wasn't sure of, because Malcolm Meyer was not the type to express such emotions. “What do you mean?” her eyebrows raised with surprise, her questioning eyes searching him with curiosity to know what he meant by those words. “Nothing,” a smile she knew was not genuine curved his lips, as he slowly brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it gently behind her right ear, “I… I probably was too eager to hear if you would st
Zoe arrived at the discreet golf course in the evening after she clocked out of the company a little earlier than usual, as she spotted her friend, Martin, waiting by the golf tee, looking all fit and fine in his golf outfit. He waved the moment his head turned right, and he saw her, a smile curving his lips with delight. “Hey, Zoe,” he called out, still smiling, as they both hugged briefly and shook hands smoothly, “How have you been?” His eyes peered at her with admiration. “Hi, Martin,” a brilliant smile stretched Zoe's lips, as she adjusted her cap and the golf outfit she had asked Zara to order for her less than an hour ago, after he asked to meet there, “I have been great. Trust you have been too.”“Absolutely,” Martin responded, handing her a golf club, “Let us make this a good game,” he winked at her.The two made their way to a further place in the large field away from the eyesight of the few people that were around, till they got to what looked like a perfect spot for the
Martin's eyes took a haunted look, as he stood unblinkingly trying to process what he had just heard, before turning to stare at her with shock, “Your fiancé?” Blood drained from his face at that unexpected revelation, “Zoe are you serious?” there was urgency in the way he spoke. “She nodded, her gaze steady, “Yes, Martin. I truly am.”Martin shook his head as his stomach contracted into a tight ball, “But...how?” His voice failed him miserably, as he couldn't mask the deep disappointment he felt at that moment. He was suddenly confused. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how Malcolm Meyer of all men would be her fiancé.‘Where did they meet? How? Since when have they been together? And why was it even a man like him? How was that even possible?!’ Martin's mind was stormed with different questions, his brain battling to process the numerous rhetorical questions one after another. He truly hoped it would not be true. He wanted to ask if she was sure he was truly her fiancé,
"Come back here! Where is the dessert I asked for?! And how many times have I told you that mother doesn't like her kiwis cut this way?! Are you going to be dumb forever?" Audrey, the first daughter-in-law of the Meyer family, yelled at the beautiful young lady who was multitasking as she served different dishes in front of different people at the same time and pace. The hardworking lady had woken up at 4:00 am to get started in the kitchen, while preparing the different dishes that were eaten by each member of the Meyer family. And she had to make sure she served it fast and got back to work, which included fixing Aaron's school uniform for the day and whatever errand they all wanted her to do. There were a variety of Fresh berries, Granola for crunch, Poached eggs on English muffins, Canadian bacon, smoked salmon, sautéed spinach and kale for general feeding, and on the other hand, for the saucy sisters, there were bagels with cream cheese, burrito, omelet, and baked buffalo win
Gossip was flying around the mansion of the Meyers and transmitting with the speed of lightning, as soon as one of the maids saw Malcolm making his way into Zoe's room, which was stationed in a hallway, different from the members of the family. They all wondered what was going on as they tried to think and figure out reasons, Malcolm would suddenly come back from work and go straight into her room. It had never happened before. For him to enter her room ever since they had been married. Their voices rose in speculation. "Is he finally seeing her as his wife?" One whispered as she scrubbed the same spot in the kitchen over and over again. "Or does he have something important to tell her?" The younger maid insinuated. "Could he be mad at her for something she did, and have decided to scold her secretly, unlike the rest of the family?" Another one guessed. "What could it be? Or does he suddenly need sexual relief?" The tallest of them smirked with a seductive grin tugging her lips,
"She must have clearly lost her mind.""Reject a hundred million? Can her family ever get a quarter of it till they all die?""But are you sure, Mrs. Meyer has not gone mad from the aftereffects of too much suffering? She suddenly looked prideful when she asked to eliminate the compensation part from the papers." "Is that not a foolish way to deal with things? Choosing her pride over millions?"The maids around nudged themselves and whispered into each other's ears as low as they could, wondering what was going on in Zoe's head. It was clear to them that she would rather become a penniless, divorced outcast than take the Meyers money. Malcolm was still sitting in his comfortable position like a king's figure, inwardly shocked by Zoe's request not to receive a dime from him. Though his face was cold and etched with an expression as stoic as ever, he smirked maliciously and thought to himself that she was trying to pull silly tricks. Edward met the eyes of his boss with uncertainty a
It has been two weeks since Zoe left, and the difference in the ambiance around the Meyers mansion was evidently palpable. The maids had returned to their post as usual trying to catch up with everything they had left for so long, and things became difficult because there were barely enough hands to handle all the jobs at once. It had them all wondering endlessly, how Zoe had managed to juggle everything by herself at once. It was difficult. The chefs had been unable to prepare meals to suit everyone's palate and taste buds, and they could not afford to set the table as early as Zoe cooked all meals because of the difference in everyone's preference. The maids that were hired hastily in a few days to cover up for the job, had broken almost all the precious glassware collections in the kitchen. There was always too much confusion in one morning, with vicious rages flying around from every member of the family, and the maids to be the receiving end of every complaint. They had no clu