Oliver had sent in a letter of apology as requested by Imela, and following its approval, he returned to work. He remembered the many times he issued those out to out-of-control staff members, and now he was an out-of-control staffer. He had a smaller office compared to his former one, but it was enough to fit everything he had. He was like everyone else now: an ordinary staff member taking orders from the boss, but this was temporary. It wasn't close to Imela's office, but not too far away. She wanted him within arms reach-or at least that was what he told himself. Air-Plane's performance, amongst other airlines this past month, was a commendable one. By doing extra, just like Imela instructed, they receive a better outcome than expected. The staff members had to work extra hours, and some pay had to go up a few per cent, but it paid off. After the first week, Imela didn't have to correct the report; everyone knew what to do. The numbers did not lie, and they kept going high. All h

Oliver had gotten into his car three days ago and driven off. He didn't go home, and he turned off his phone so no one would reach him. He had quit his job at the Plane Enterprise, unable to take Ela's tyranny any longer. He had never fared well with dictatorship, which made him hate working with Ivory Plane in the past. It was the same thing with Imela now, and he couldn't take it. He had thrown everything away-his family's legacy, his future, as well as that of his children. But staying felt like self-betrayal. Imela wasn't the only one who made his life hell; Cecil also chose not to be understanding of everything that was happening. He never thought his life would be so out of place, being pushed into the wall by the women who once claimed to love him. He was a coward, though, because he chose to run away instead of facing his troubles like a man. Then, it was unclear, but now he understood why Seth attempted to end it all. When the world is against you, you seek a way out. He c

Oliver drove to Lawrence Hospital, where the news reported that Marcel had been since he suffered a heart attack. Knowing everything he knew, he couldn't go to the Plane Enterprise or the Garcia Group in search of her; this was the best place to find her. He got down and made his way into the hospital with a heavily beating heart. A few reporters turned their cameras on him, but he didn't care about that and answered none of their questions as he walked inside, which was easier said than done. He approached the nurse at the counter for directions to where Marcel Garcia was, and he followed the instructions she gave. He was here for Imela, but asking for Marcel's ward would make it easier. He walked through the hallway to the ward and saw Ela step out, holding Ocean's hand. His heart skipped at their sight, and everything else slowed. Seth didn't speak about Ocean, but Oliver didn't need him to. The little angel was his son. This brave young soldier came out of the love he and Ela

Oliver's POV"You do not want me calling you princess, yet you cannot even get yourself ready without dragging me into it." Vivian said while hallowing with laughter from the other end of the phone.I frowned. "I called to ask for help, not to be laughed at, Mr Aina.""I can do whatever I want; you need my help, idiot." He continued laughing, and it was getting on my last nerves."I made a mistake. Carry on with your life of being a jackass." I said and ended the call, and I decided to go to Google for help instead.Vivian's call came in while I typed in the key word, and I contemplated whether to answer or just reject it. For all I knew, he wanted to continue his evil laughter.I answered and placed the phone against my ear. "What?!""I am sorry; I shouldn't have laughed so hard," he coughed, hitting his chest a few times.I scoffed, and a scowl stayed on my face even though he couldn't see it. "But you did.""If I can't laugh at my friend, then they are not my friend," he argued, an

“I didn’t think you would come,” Nina said as I sat down with Ocean.She had sent me a message inviting Ocean and me to lunch today, and I told her I would be delighted to. I have had the privilege of seeing her a few times since I returned to the States, but I haven’t gone out on a casual date. All the dates I’ve had were either personal when Fermín was still with me or business with a few clients.She also knew the truth about Ocean's parentage and probably wanted to compensate for lost years. I didn't mind; Nina was one of the sane Planes, and we always got along.My curiosity peaked. “Why is that?”Her response came without hesitation. “Because Oliver always moans about how hectic work is whenever we hang out.”I laughed, seeing her point but also agreeing with Oliver. “He’s right, though; with the numbers the Plane Enterprise has been pulling in the last two months, all hands are on deck.”The plane performance in the last month brought them from the fifth position on the top ten