At the back seat of the land cruiser TX, Bailey was seated with a daily paper, so unusual for her to be reading but again not even Gabriel her favorite son seated in the driver’s seat could ask. He was her butler for that day, in a black half coat, red bow tie, white shirt, black pants and red loafers. A good driver, Bailey couldn't even tell if they hit a pothole on the poorly maintained roads, among a plethora effects of war on people and infrastructure.
"Am very excited about this" Said Gabriel hoping to spark a conversation with her moody mother."Hmm" Mumbled Bailey her gaze still fixed on the paper. She was giving him all the signs of not wanting to talk but like a relentless kid Gabriel was begging more of his mother's attention.Not just a hunt for attention, Little Gabriel was finally confident enough to involve his mother in a choice of a wife. A maid. Yeah, according to Blake, that was a bad idea. And he knew how much allergic to poverty she was."Mum am tBlakeThe moment Bailey and Gerald left, I assumed my duties as the person in charge. Knowing the drill so well, experienced as both a worker and manager-for a month or so, I did not need further instructions from Clive on how to carry out my duties. But first, that meeting, having everyone around just to let them know who was boss, not to brag, not my intention. It was her suggestion, her first step in making sure I got my respect back. Too bad I wasn't going to need it for long. Not when my plan was to elope with her."Good morning to all of you!" I said standing at the staircase, by my side was Tessa in a white dress looking all smiley.Most didn't answer. Bastards who treated me like trash when I was down, guess who was smiling now."Okay, I'm in charge, everything goes through me, Good day, back to work everyone!"And so they left with their heads hanging in shame, others clicking their tongues as they went away not believing that’s the only reason I asked t
AnitaA beautiful Friday evening. The sun rays were giving the earth a yellow tinge. James and his friends were playing from a distance. One hell of an interesting football game in which so far, if I was keeping count he had scored ten goals...he should have earned a spot in the GOAT debate between Messi and Ronaldo. That aside. I was feeling grateful as always. My stock was depleting and profits were abundant. Finally something was going great in my life. It was until I saw one of the Wallace manor cars coming from far. A black Cadillac."He has a lot of nerve" I said boiling with anger.It was not going to be easier to get over him if he kept showing up like that. The car glided on the carpet green grass, James and his friends stopped playing and admired a car the closet they had seen was on TV. To my surprise it was not Blake who walked out of it, the butler got the door and out came Gerald Wallace in a white shirt black half coat, a hut on his head."Kids, g
BlakeSeated in the Butlers office, a huge smile on my face. Before me was a bunch of papers with information that I really needed, though not much but it was enough to get the detective off my back. My prayer being it was also incriminating enough to distract the mighty Gerald Wallace. I mean it had to. After what I went through to get it, Tessa almost caught me creeping in her parents’ bedroom were it not for that call that she received things would have gotten out of hand.After going through the papers I put them in a brown envelope and sealed it. One last thing remained. To get it to the detective. I got out my secret phone and dialed his number."Good evening""Yes Blake, I was almost giving up on you. Have something for me dude?""Yes, can we meet up?""Today, eight behind the old market and come alone""Of course. See you then"One problem. Slipping out of the compound. They were definitely going to ask questions about my activity and then hop
BlakeThe roads were clear, no sign of life. On the dashboard the clock was ticking at a quarter past nine, I was alone in the car singing on top of my lungs, along some old school jams mostly RNB's. Life was good, really good. The detective didn't say much, moments after going through the stash of papers I gave him. His words were transcribed into melodies in my middle ear. He said and in verbatim "We've made one bold step" too bad I was not going to be available to help him further with the case, he had to do the rest of the digging on his own.Blake was a free bird, free to roam far and wide in peace unlike in that weird dream I had in the state of coma. No one was going to come after me...us, almost forgot about my lovely wife, the apple of my eye. I was really convinced she was going to tag along. It was the only way out from the tight grip of her annoying mother, that witch couldn't stand even her own children, her own blood and flesh."To hell with her" I shouted
Immediately after breakfast, Maria's personal guard-initially paid to make sure she couldn't run- led her to the parking lot. Don had approved the two of them to use the silvery Toyota land cruiser TX for the hunt, it had the conspicuous logo of the Red Crescent mafia family. That's what he called the search for Mafia Heir, a hunt to revive a tinge of his legacy. The two women who initially didn’t see eye to eye were forced to co-exist for what the Don called "the greater good" until the heir was found the two were friends whether they liked it or not.While one was doing it for the money, the other was doing it because finally her wildest dreams were going to come true. A dream once snatched from her a couple of decades back. Being the queen, having some power and it she was feeling it, the urge to do whatever it would have taken, and almost some kind of greed was leaking in her actions and judgment.At half past eight, they had been driving for half an hour without exchang
Despite the raging war, some parts of the rubble city had signs of life with small business open, seated in the back seat of the car Maria could see women and children, poverty stricken indeed from their protruding pot bellies and countable ribs, standing by their doors. A swarm of flies buzzing over them, others crying, beautiful but dirty children hoping for a well-wisher to throw them something to eat.Food at the time was more important than money. Inflation had hit the entire country. A few rich gang members and mafia groups like the Red Crescent family had all the money that had lost value to the poor law class majority. They went past robbed banks, whose walls were left with graffiti, broken windows, and birds coming in and out of them. They also went past a church, the bells were ringing and a group of rowdy youth were using it as a smoking joint. Their hair unkempt, smoke emanating from their nostrils like an exhaust of an un-roadworthy vehicles, the look of death and d
In the home office that evening, Gerald Wallace was lying on a couch with his head on Bailey's lap. On the table a bottle of Hennessy. It was not a secret the two were celebrating. But what were they really celebrating?Let's go through their situation shall we? Bailey and Tessa were yet to have that truce, for a gazillion time in their life. The situation was the same or even worse between her and Gabriel. None of that called for a celebration. What about Gerald? Well, the king was feeling good. An eased conscience after finally paying off that debate with Anita, coming clean and asking for forgiveness. Hopefully the nightmares were going to stop. Did I just say nightmares? I didn't. At least you didn't hear it from me because he was yet to tell anyone why the ghost of Anita's old man was haunting him. His relationship with his son wasn't great but it was good, no one was plotting against him and he wasn't sick so...There was something these two were celebrating. I can sme
When the head chef walked in the three gentlemen were relieved. You could feel them take a sigh of relief that seeped through their sweat pores, the likes of Blake could be seen wiping sweat from his neck and face. If it were Gerald then things would have been a little bit different in a not so good way. Apart from the fact that they were all not working, they were talking about him and you don't talk about your boss at the work place don't you? That’s unless you want to get fired."You scared the living hell out of us man" the chief butler said, "How long have you been standing there?""Not long enough, Gerald is asking about you guys. He is almost convinced that all his three butlers have quit""We are coming, just taking a breather after a whole day of standing" Gabriel said authoritatively.Despite being counted as a butler he was still a Wallace, the next Wallace after his father. That fact earned him a lot of respect from employees. He was only free with Blake,