"I brought dinner.” Mrs Weston sing-songed, showcasing two topperwaares Eustas carried. One large and the other a little smaller."Yayyy!" The kids yelled happily."Uh, thank you.” Abigail rushed to take the topperwaares from Eustas."That will be all Eustas." Abigail dismissed him, immediately she took The topperwaares containing lasagna from him."I didn't know you were coming.” She said, confused at her grandmothers abrupt and sudden visit."Well my grandbabies called and they wanted to see me, so of course I couldn't refuse my lil angels.” She said smiling down the triplets.Abigail turned to look at the triplets who were looking anywhere but her direction."Is that so?" She gritted out.The kids stood looking sheepsish."Yes and they said they missed my cooking, so naturally I made some food on my way.”Some? Abigail thought. This was a whole buffet of food. There was lasagna, Mac and cheese, fried rice and apple pie."Well, thanks Gran, I was about to make dinner but I'll just q

Abigal woke up the next day feeling drowsy and tired. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep until very late last night. She kept tossing and turning on her bed, restless and uncomfortable.She knew why, it was because of Marcel's presence. She had thought she would be able to handle it at least for the time being but it seemed she lied to herself. She looked over at him, he was sitting up already awake. She watched as he stretched on the tiny sofa,"Shit.” He cursed as his muscles cracked and popped during his stretch."God my body hurts.” He said to no one in particular. Abigail rolled her eyes at him, she cleared her throat to get his attention."You are awake. Good morning.” Marcel greeted on seeing she was awake."Good morning.” Abigail responded as dragging herself out of bed."Slept well?" Marcel asked."You should shower and get dressed. There’s somewhere you have to accompany me to." She instructs Marcel ignoring his earlier questions. He glanced over at her with raised eyebrow

"Thank you all for accepting me as your new boss, I hope we can work together and make 21 plus the hottest bar in town, if not the country." Marcel yelled raising his glass of alcohol up and his newly acquired employees raised up theirs in response. "Lastly I would love to say a big thank you to my wife for making all this possible." Marcel raised his glass towards Abigail who was seated not to far away from him. Abigail had not expected Marcel to introduce her as his wife or be part of his speech to his employees, she plastered a fake smile on her face and just waved then went back to sipping on her drink. "I know I practically forced you to come Abigail, but you should atleast act like you came on your own accord." Stephanie whispered in her ear. Abigail remained quiet. Marcel had decided to throw a party to cremate his beginning as the new owner of 21 plus. Of course she didn't want to come cause she did not see the need on why she had too, but her friend just happened to hear a

It was another day of being one of the country's hottest billionaires, and Abigail was meeting up with a new client. It was quite a regular news to her that the 20-something-year oldsuccessor of Darlington inc. was being showed the ways of the business. Everyone knew about the fact that Grace was just a greenhorn, but having her grandfather as the CEO of the company made her set out to handle important projects like this one. Just last month, she had refused to meet up with Abigail unless she was going to hold the meeting at a coffee shop she’s been dying to try out. It took a lot of considerations and efforts before Abigail was able to pull it up. However, Walter who was her personal secretary, happened to be the one given the back-breaking task of reserving one of the most expensive coffee shops in the entire city at the very last minute, so that the meeting could hold. So to say, this meant very little to Grace’s index of errors. One of her rules was that she hated untidiness and

“And I can ensure you that Donald inc would definitely see it’s profit.” Abigail finished off praying deep in her heart he accepts her proposal.“Your proposal is indeed a promising one, but how can I trust you if you couldn’t tell that my bratty snobbish daughter, was not the C.E.O of my company?” *So you do know that your daughter is nothing but a spoiled brat.* Abigail thinks.“That was an unintentional mistake in my part. I’m…”“It wasn’t an unintentional mistake Mrs Abigail, you are dumb and there’s no simpler way to put it.” “Ma’am please.” Walter whispered in his boss ear, knowing fully well she would do something grave that she might end up regretting.Abigail felt anger coiled up inside of her, did the man just call her dumb? She bangs her hand on the table, shocking not just the man but every other person in the restaurant.“I think I’m done here. Have a nice day Mr Christopher.” She stood up with so much agility, picked up her bag and walked away. “You would regret this