Semua Bab Till Divorce Do Us Part: Bab 271 - Bab 280

MARKMr. Porshia had laughed.“You must really think I am either a child or stupid,” Mr. Porshia had said. “Looking at you, I can tell that you are not older than twenty-eight, at most, and I am in my forties,” he had told me. “What makes you think you can outsmart a man like me?” He had asked me.Then I had placed my school ID on the table, in front of him.“Mr. Porshia, you and I know that in business, age is just a number,” I had said.Mr. Porshia had looked at my ID card for a few seconds and tossed it to me.“And you think I should be listening to a kid in business school who is only in his second year?” Mr. Porshia had asked.“Before I came down here, I have been working side by side with my dad since I graduated from college. He only sent me here to sharpen what I have learnt from him,” I had said, sitting up straighter. “I know you don’t know my dad’s company because you don’t live in Paris, but you can check it out for yourself,” I had said.Then without waiting for him to d

MARKI spent about an extra hour on the phone with Mr. Porshia as we tried to catch up on all the lost years. We couldn’t, of course, so we had had to come to an agreement, one that was more important right now.“You know that I am doing this for you,” Mr. Porshia told me over the phone. “I wouldn’t have bent over backwards for anyone at all,” he repeated.“And you will not regret it,” I assured him.“Good, so that after this, I can now go on an official break without interruptions,” Mr. Porshia said. “When a man has spent all his life working his ass out just to be successful, he tends to lean towards rest more often as he grows older,” he added.I smiled and ended the call.One day, maybe I might consider living just like Mr. Porshia; a life of fulfillment where I could take breaks without having to worry about my company because I had set everything in place, and just like the old man, I would also love to do it with my wife.A woman I was madly in love with and whom we had been ab

ALEXAI held my dad’s hand while the doctor checked him up to ensure that he was okay. I didn’t even want to think about the stunt that Clara had tried to pull earlier.Right now, all that mattered was my dad, and I would not let someone like Clara to ruin this moment for me.“How is he?” I asked the doctor when I noticed that he was done checking up my dad.“I am fine,” my dad responded, much to my relief.The doctor smiled and said, “He is stable now.”He knew that he was the one I was asking, and so he decided to answer even though my dad already did, and I really appreciated that.“But what happened?” I asked.I knew that Clara should have been the right person to ask this question because my dad got rushed in from the house, but right now, I couldn’t even stand her, talk more of conversing with her. At least, the doctor already had an idea on what could have been wrong.“He had too much caffeine in his system,” the doctor stated.I was surprised, almost speechless, even.“Caffein

ALEXAI walked into the ward to join everyone else, with only a few seconds apart from the time Donald walked in, and in the space of leaving Noelle and entering the ward, I had taken like a hundred deep breaths to keep myself calm so that I would be able to continue handling what seemed like a difficult situation.For the sake of my dad.I would never have done anything that would bring Donald and Mark in the same space. As much as I knew that they had never really been cordial to each other, I also didn’t like how being in their midst made me feel.No woman liked to be caught between her ex-husband and a man who was interested in her.“Honey, are you okay?” Donald asked me the moment I walked in.He hadn’t even had the chance to talk to my dad before I walked in. I noticed that Mark was standing close to my dad, and it was as though they had been talking since he got rushed to the hospital. The picture they created was that of a sick father having a moment with a son he cherished so

MARKAlexa was being unnecessarily stubborn and hostile, and she had made me say things that I hadn’t even meant to say.Of course, I freaking cared that she was with Donald Shell. I would have cared if he was another man, because deep down, a tiny part of me wanted Alexa, but somehow, what was supposed to be a civil conversation between two adults had spiraled into exchange of words.Right there in the hallway.Why couldn’t we just have a conversation without Alexa spewing hateful and angry words and also pushing me to say things that I didn’t mean? And now, she was turning down an offer that I managed to secure for the good of her company.“This isn’t one of those offers you turn down, Alexa,” I said, trying to make her see reasons, but it was as though every time I opened my mouth, Alexa became more infuriated.“I don’t give a damn, Mark,” she declared.Alexa and I were standing close to each other, and somehow, her feistiness was arousing me. It was crazy to be feeling this way a