The news of the crash went viral.Some of the families of the bereaved marched down to West Land airlines headquarters in Texas.They marched angrily and wanted to get past the security but they couldn't as the security prevented them from going in.The security men called for more help and they blocked the people from coming in through the first gate. The protesters didn't care and they shouted carrying their placards. They moved backwards as their agenda isn't to walk past the gate but to express their opinions even if they make chaos. Some of them were with placards which they had prepared to use in expressing their grief and crying out their sorrows.Different sentences were on their placards: They are important to us but you've snatched them away. I need them back. They are innocent, their souls are precious. They didn't deserve to die. My babies were on that plane. We need explanations. In all, their message was simple: "We want them back."It was evident that they were annoy
I was with Claudia who was still sad about everything. She has been crying for so long. Whenever she stops crying, she resumes again and continues that way till she's tired. There was no limit to her tears and she also cried while working although softly.I placed my hand on her shoulder as she refused to eat.I asked her earlier in the day more than once to eat after I prepared breakfast but she declined and I understood. But now, it's almost noon and yet she has refused to eat. I'm so surprised because the Claudia that I know doesn't joke with food. I'm sincerely not happy about her distaste for everything.If she continues like this, she might fall sick. Yesterday she skipped lunch because she was afraid and worried about Claudia's whereabouts so, she barely had supper.I had to beg her to eat and now I don't stand a chance of convincing her because she has sternly refused to eat. "Claudia!" I said and she turned to me."Don't you think you should inform Marise about the cras
I had supper sadly as I worried about sir Charles.I couldn't bear the thought of him spending another night outside the mansion and especially in his current condition. I was more worried because, since the news of West Land aircraft, he hasn't been home. I don't know how he's feeling and if he's lonely. I'm aware that I might not be able to console and take his burdens away but it will feel nice to have him within my reach and I would be assured of his safety. What am I thinking? How can he be lonely? He must have loyal employees who will share in his troubles but he's still the leader of the cooperation so, he will be more affected. His family will also be by his side even when others give up on him so, I shouldn't think that he's alone in this. But come to think of it, I haven't seen his family and I've been working for a whole year. Why didn't I think of this? The only person I'm familiar with is Robert, sir Charles's friend and that bitch Hailey. Does this mean that he's
I went to the kitchen to prepare sir Charles's meal. I tried my best to be as fast as possible.I had forgotten that I hadn't prepared something for him to eat after I persuaded him into accepting my proposal. I rushed and quickly made pasta since I had made roasted chicken earlier. "I'm sorry if I took long to make your food sir. I wasn't sure if you were coming back today." I apologized after placing the food before him. That was true because whenever sir Charles would be late, he would inform the mansion and his food would be prepared immediately.I saw the look on his face when I was coming from the kitchen and it told a lot so, I had to apologize since he doesn't like waiting for people. Charles didn't say a thing to Maureen since he knew that he always ate his food fresh and hot. That was reason enough for her to have not made his food and besides, she was quick with it. I went back to the kitchen and took a glass of water with me. When I came back sir Charles was eating and
I woke up earlier than ever since I will have to attend to Claudia's duties in her absence. But before carrying on with household chores I dimmed it fit to prepare my boss's breakfast before he woke and that I did.The instant I saw sir Charles descend the stairs, I rushed to him. I took hold of his briefcase and waited for him to walk toward the dining but he did otherwise. “You don't need to do that I can hold it myself,” he said. “It's not a problem for me sir. The living room isn't far from the dining.” I answered.“I see. Don't bother, I won't be having breakfast,” he said and I wasn't pleased with his utterance. “sir it's still quite early and I think it's better to have something in your tummy to help you prepare for the day ahead of time. You can't say how occupied you'd be. I doubt you will eat at work. Sir try taking in some food even if it's little.” I tried to persuade him. “Well, you have a point it's just 7:00 a.m.” As soon as he said that, I led him to the dining.
Maureen's head was injured with an open cut and blood sprawled from it. Harry another chauffeur in the mansion saw her condition and rushed to her. He took her into his arms yelling. “Maureen! Maureen!” Immediately he saw the blood on her head, he shut his mouth and carried her into one of the cars that were packed nearby. He had been planning to step out so the car was open.He placed her in gently and then rushed back into the mansion to get the car keys. “Antonia! Come here!” he called out and soon Antonia arrived.“What's the matter and why are you shouting at the top of your voice?” she asked in a confused tone. “I need you to call Dr Gabriel and inform him that we'd be coming to the hospital. Do it quickly. We don't have time.” Harry told Antonia.“I don't understand. Why do I need to do that?” she asked again. “Look, Maureen injured her head and it's bleeding. Be fast about it.” Harry said.“Wait! Shouldn't we call Mr Charles before stepping out?” Harry inquired. “Don'
Charles came back earlier than the previous day. His car screeched and he descended. He went straight into his home and then to his room. He had been busy all day with meetings and investigations concerning the cause of the plane crash since parts of the aeroplane had been discovered. He had to resolve the matter immediately to let the rumours die down. That would only happen if they find the black boxes and other evidence to prove West Land non–involving in the plane crash.Truly, Charles wishes that the proof they find frees WL and himself of the allegation to regain the public trust in West Land.He dropped his briefcase and went to his study to check some papers he left before heading back down. Meanwhile immediately Matthew, Charles' personal chauffeur came, Antonia saw him walk to his room so, she got ready to bring Charles's dinner. By the time Charles was down, she had already dished his food and so she left to get the fruits. Just when she left, Charles sat down and star
Hailey didn't waste a second and quickly she rushed to Charles and pushed her body into his in readiness to envelop him in a hug but Charles was swift and before their bodies collided, Charles stopped her. Hailey was confused by his action and a cruel crease appeared on her brows. She had only been able to sniff a little of his intoxicating masculine scent. “You're fully aware that I don't like hugs. Don't make the same mistake again.” Charles' words were cold and Hailey was a little displeased but he had told her before and she was aware.The expression on her face changed as she realised that she made a mistake.At first, when Hailey and Charles started their relationship, she had a difficult time adjusting because of his prospects. She met him at one of his business partners' wedding. What was surprising was how she secured an invitation. Her mother had devised the whole thing after she saw West Land company magazine in Hailey's room. She noticed that the page was flipped to th