Dede is a Ghanaian from Africa. How is she her husband's daughter? Rebecca returned to the dining table with an awkward smile which her husband noticed. "Is everything alright Becky?" James asked. "Yeah. It is just my friend having a hard time but nothing serious to worry about," Rebecca lied through her teeth and sat back down next to her husband. "Okay," James acknowledged and turned to look at Brian who was cutting his chicken "So Brian, I heard you brought another girl to your apartment," he said. "What is your deal with her?" he asked. "Dad, he wants to marry that one," Melissa said and Brian choked on his chicken at the mention of marriage. "Have some water," James said and Melissa giggled at Brian's reaction. "Dad, she is just a friend I am helping," Brian said after sipping some water and calming his system. "I see. From where?" James asked. "She is from Ghana," Brian replied. "Yeah, right, greasing her hoohaa with your rods," Melissa said and Brian raised his
Alex, as instructed by Bryson had Dede discharged from the hospital and he took her to Bryson's penthouse. One of his many properties. Dede's wounds were beginning to heal due to the type of medications she was injected with at the hospital during the treatment. Leaving the hospital, she was prescribed some medication and also given a specific type of lotion to use so the wounds do not leave nasty scars on her body. At the penthouse, Dede's eyes were just going round in circles. The building was like glass. They used the elevator to the top floor. Alex unlocked the door and they both walked through into the living room. "It is late. Get some rest. Mr Adams will see you tomorrow," Alex said and turned to walk away. "Am I to stay here alone?" Dede asked, her eyes scanning the big space with things she had only seen in movies. "Yes. Mr Adams does not allow just anyone to come up here," Alex said. "I will be on the next floor if anything dial one on the phone over there," Alex added a
At the penthouse, Dede stretched her arms as she yawned. She turned and lay on her back still stretching but froze with her hands stuck in their position. She quickly sat up and covered herself with the blanket."Good morning Mr Adams," she greeted."Why are you in my bed?" Bryson asked with an expressionless face."Your...your.. bed?" Dede repeated as her eyes scanned the room for confirmation that she was in Bryson's room. "You were given the second room. So why are you in the first?" Bryson asked with one hand in his pocket."I am sorry. The second room was locked. This one was open," Dede replied."So you decided to use it. I see," Bryson said. "Take a shower, get dressed and come downstairs," he said."I don't have any clothes," Dede said."Alex is bringing you one," Bryson said as he headed for the door. Dede got down from the bed after Bryson had left. She exited the room and ran into Alex. Alex gave her a bag. He walked towards the second room door and picked up the key from
Alex took the container to the lab just like Melissa had thought. "I want the names of all the fingers that touched this container," Alex said and the man nodded taking the container from Alex. Alex dropped a bundle of cash on the table. "You know my boss. If you don't want to end up like your friend, make sure you stick to the truth no matter what," Alex said and the man gulped. He recalled a similar situation. His friend and working colleague took some money and changed the results which was shared with Bryson. He did not know how but Bryson found out. He recalled the day like yesterday. Bryson marched into their space with six armed guards. They were all made to sit and watch as a guard tortured the man to speak the truth and bled him out. Bryson sat down and watched together with them as the life slowly faded out of the man as he bled onto the floor with the bullet and knife wounds inflated on him."I like nothing but the truth. Lies irritate me," Bryson said after the man took
"I can only admire him from afar and I get to see him every day," Dede said to herself and lay on the bed unaware of the monitors in her room. The day slowly passed and surprisingly, Melissa did not show her face at Bryson's apartment. Bryson sat in his office after dinner and completed some office work. He picked up his phone and called Alex."Is there food in the apartment?" Bryson asked. "Yes, boss. I stuffed the kitchen with a few stuff when I went out today," Alex replied."Good. How is she?" Bryson asked."She is happy," Alex said watching Dede on the monitor as she happily danced in her room humming an unfamiliar tune."Happy?" Bryson repeated with a frown."She is dancing," Alex revealed sounding amused."Dancing?" Bryson repeated. "Yes, boss," Alex confirmed."I see," Bryson. "Do not get distracted. Keep your ears and eyes on the ground," he added and ended the call. "She is dancing," Bryson repeated the statement as he exited the office for his room.The next day, at 6. 3
"Yes, I did," Bryson said turning to look at Dede placing the results on the table. "Get your stuff we are going somewhere," he said coldly and Dede turned to walk away but she paused in her steps."Sir, please is everything alright?" Dede asked facing Bryson once more."Don't ask silly questions. I gave you an instruction," Bryson flared off.Dede turned and hurried her steps out of the office. It is not like she had not seen Bryson angry before but she was just wondering what was making him angry. She saw an envelope on his desk which she did not place there. Everything that goes to Bryson passes through her. She had nothing to pack as she came to work without a bag. She just locked the shelf and kept the key where she was supposed to. She stepped out of her office using the outer door and saw Bryson heading for the elevator. She hurried her steps but by the time she got there, the elevator door was closing. She used the staircase running down to ensure she made it to the garage. She
Melissa dropped to her knees in tears the moment, Bryson exited the balcony. She watched through the glass door as Bryson and his guards headed for the main door. "Bryson," she called out to him but Bryson did not even spare her a glance.He walked through the front door and was out of the building. Inside the car, he shut his eyes in pain. He did love Melissa. He wanted to spend his life with her. The first time he set eyes on her, there was something about her that made him look at her. She didn't draw his inner feelings but she was unique in her own way. She was smart and very down to earth. Her attitude changed when she rose to stardom in the modelling agency. She suddenly changed in character. She suddenly turned rude. He had wanted to believe it was the defence she was building for the harsh reality of the entertainment industry so she would not get bullied. This was why he delayed their marriage. He wanted to be sure of her. Next, she started the plastic surgery. He asked her o
"Bryson?" Melissa called out and the expression on her face quickly changed from that of anger to sadness. "Please, don't leave me. I can't live without you," she said and held Bryson's by the lapel of his jacket. Bryson stood there like a robot, his gaze very cold. Melissa's face was inches away from his as she sobbed, her face suddenly getting covered with tears streaming down her cheeks and her eyes turning red with pain. Bryson's gaze shifted to Melissa's plastic surgery lips which were moving with the words coming out of her and he frowned. "Get off me Melissa," Bryson said coldly."Melissa get a hold of yourself," James yelled feeling Melissa was embarrassing herself begging a man for his love like that but his wife frowned feeling her husband was supporting Bryson's behaviour. "Bryson, don't do this to me," Melissa pleaded ignoring her father. "Bryson, I believe we can talk about this," Rebecca said and James pulled Melissa away from Bryson. "Mrs Jackson, Mr Jackson and I a