"I can't believe you guys would dump your own wedding reception! We were looking for you guys." Hailey exclaims walking into the hotel room Marcel and Abigail were in. "Here is the clothes you asked me to get for you.” Hailey glared at her brother handing over a bag to him."Sorry, and thanks." Marcel winks at his sis, getting up from the bed with a bed sheet tied around his waist, he walked into the bathroom so he could put it on. "I have to say that I did expect this from my brother, but not you Abigail. Couldn't you have stopped him, the elders weren't really pleased with you guys absence." Hailey sighs plopping down on the bed. Abigail blushed, how could she tell her sis in-law that she didn't even try stopping him, in-fact.. she was in agreement with them leaving their own reception. "I guess Marcel and I would have a lot of apologizing to do after our honeymoon." Abigail sighs. "Yes of course, you do." "I don't really see why we have to apologize for being a normal couple
Abigail took subtle steps into her office. She was surprisingly very early and everyone that was at work before she came had to hide away from plain sight just to stay off her path. Apparently, no one wanted to be the scapegoat of the day.She had a few files she needed to submit to the board of directors that afternoon, so she had to get everything ready on time. On getting to her office, she saw that her secretary wasn't there yet. Her face wrinkled, stumped by the absence of her own secretary.She caught on to something. Walter, her direct secretary, does not come to work at the designated time he had always signed in, and it was already a little late past that time. She was determined to make him pay for fooling her. She can't afford to be trampled upon, and definitely not by a man!She opened the door to her office and settled in. She specifically hired a man to be her secretary to show that women can also rule the world and men are absolutely not needed for anything. It was fun
Abigail sighed in despair. This wasn't the first time her kids were asking for their father. They would always ask at the most unexpected time and it irritated her that they didn't think she was enough for them.She stared at the sleeping girl's face in distraught, wondering why her kids wouldn't just give up on ever seeing their father. She had done everything possible to raise them in the right, and comfortable way. She had been a father and a mother, and honestly... She knew she was doing pretty well. After all, she was the strong and independent Abigail. She could do anything.What she couldn't do, however, was to get her kids to realize they didn't need a father. They had her and she was willing to give them the world. But why did they still feel his absence and a need to fill it?She had no answer to that question and she didn't want to dwell on it right now. She was tired and still had a few things to finish up from work.Maurice and Denise looked up at their mother expectantly,
The rest of the drive to Abigail's Grandmother's mansion was slow. She was a little extra careful now in case any other stupid person decided to head first into the traffic again. She wasn't about to be responsible for someone's death, and she definitely didn't want a lawsuit in her hands right now. Stephanie, her lawyer, would definitely freak out.As she drove into the driveway of her Grandma's mansion, she spotted Maurice and Elise running towards her. They must have been watching her from the window."Mama.” They both called out to her as they ran towards her, their hands wide open for a hug. All the stress of the day faded away as she felt the ardentcy of her girls' embrace."You are late again?" Maurice protested."I'm sorry my loves. Mama was in a meeting she couldn't get out of. But I got you some chocolates and gummy worms." She brought out the bags from the back seat of her car. They both snatched it from her, leaping around her excitedly."Where is your brother?" Abigail loo
"Will you marry me?" Mark asked again.The look on Abigail's face was of utter confusion and shock. She wondered if she had heard him wrong, afterall the music was loud but after the second time, she knew it wasn't her hearing. Mark had really asked what she thought she heard. When he told her they needed to talk, never in a million years did she expect she was about to be proposed to."I heard you the first time, Mark. Is this some kind of a joke?""Of course not. I wouldn't joke with something as serious as a lifetime partnership" Mark smirked. There was something knowing about his smile that irked her. Abigail stared at him. A blank expression coursed through her face that she couldn't tell if this was some stupid prank he had devised yet again to piss her off. It wouldn't be the first time anyway, but this one was new.Mark was the son of the top 10 billionaires in the United States, and ever since his father retired and he became CEO, he had made it his life mission to try and sa
Walter walked into Abigail's office with a suitcase that unmistakably belonged to Stephanie. Abigail's lawyer."How's my favorite client doing." Stephanie sauntered in wearing her signature bright coloured suit. She was wearing a Yellow suit this time and somehow still managed to look good in it. Her red curls were packed in a low ponytail."Hey Stephanie!""Now tell me, what have you done now?""What's that supposed to mean?"Abigail protested. Stephanie was one of the handful of people Abigail loved and respected. "Well the only time you call these days is to get you out of some trouble, you got yourself into and most time it's trouble you cause on your own" "Accusations!""...That are true!Abigail smiled from ear to ear, she loved their little banter. Abigail met Stephanie in college, she was a sorority girl, with the biggest crowd in campus. They had met at a party and Stephanie saved her from a possible sexual assault. A bunch of people hated Abigail at that time, and some b
"Dude what the fuck, I asked For whiskey this is Beer." The voice of an angry customer dragged Marcel out of his thoughts. He looked up to find a furious brown haired man standing directly opposite him holding a glass of amber liquid. Marcel did not recall attending to this man or even taking his order. He must have been on autopilot when he took his order."What's going on?" Jerry, Marcel's manager asked as he made his way to the bar. He wore grey slacks and a green T shirt, his thick rimmed glasses were atop his head."Are you the manager?" The customer asked."Yes sir, what seems to be the problem?" Jerry asked again."Well, I ordered whiskey and this young man" the customer pointed at Marcel with his chin "...gave me beer or whatever is in this"Is that true Marc?" Jerry peered up at Marcel. A stern look that didn't seem to fit him etched on his face."I'm sorry sir, it was an accident..""You have to stop making accidents like this" Jerry turned to the customer to apologize. "I
Abigail admired the sun through her amber tinted sunglasses. She was on the rooftop of her favorite restaurant. It had been ages since she went out just by herself without the kids and truth be told she had not really planned to go anywhere after she finished from work, her plan was to pick up her kids from Maya, then tuck them into bed and reward herself with a relaxing bath in her Jacuzzi. But when Stephanie came barging into her office with a promise of sponsoring her lunch she couldn't exactly refuse. Taking her champagne from the table She took a small sip and proceeded to bask in the sun. She turned as she heard footsteps to see Stephanie walking back to their table. "You took a while in there. Got lost?" "I was there for 5 minutes!" Stephnanie countered, smoothing her short skirt before taking her seat. "Nope, you left at about 5:19 , its 5:31." "Oh my God, no wonder your workers can't stand you, you are a fucking control freak." Stephanie yelled throwing hee hands up