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"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch. You’ve got to go out and kick ass."
Maya Angelo
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Jules

Of course this has Ralph Roberts written all over it in shouty capitals. After all, he is the only one I had an argument with of recent.

That day at the hotel when he parted with a menacing smile and the words, 'We shall meet again', I thought he was all bark and no bite.

It's clear now how wrong I was.

However, Ralph Roberts doesn't know me well.

His bite is just a graze beside mine.

And if my suspicion turns out to be right, I swear I will make him regret the day he was born..

The day he was born

Furious, I sink back into the plush blue leather seat. Even if he turns out to be the culprit, I've got too much love and respect for George, the bastard's father to hurt his son like I would love to.

You're still not sure yet. A voice tells me.

Well, I better go and make some individuals spill their guts.

I head for my bedroom. Picking up my phone from the bedside table, I switch it on and..

Holy pretzel on a cupcake!

Seventy five missed calls glare at me!

Why are there so many...

Ugh! Of course it's because of the news. How could I even let myself forget that even for a second. Immediately I saw that news, a part of me knew this would happen.

But.. Seventy-five missed calls within such a short duration of time?

I scroll through the calls and see that Margot and Metisha already called too.

So fast?

Definitely, news do spread like wild fire. Especially bad news.

I almost drop my phone in shock when it suddenly starts to ring. My mind was so far away.

I take a look at the Caller ID before picking up and let a quick smile spread my lips.

It is exactly who I had in mind to call.

"Joe."

"Boss."

"You heard the news, didn't you?" I ask, even though I know.

"Yes, Boss."

"Then you wouldn't mind kicking some presenter's presenting ass, would you?"

"No, Boss," he says in that gruff voice of his. But if my ears aren't deceiving me, I think I could detect a chuckle in his voice.

"Good. Take Nikita along with you. Play good cop bad cop. Let Nikita coarse the information out of her while you just look scary. Okay?"

"Got it, Boss. But if you don't mind me asking, do you have any idea who might have done this?" Joe asks, worry evident in his tone of voice.

"I don't have an idea of who did it. I know who did it." I say confidently. "The presenter will only confirm what I already know."

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Being poor is... uncomfortable. Being rich is, of course comfortable, exciting even. And when I say exciting, I mean exciting. After all, Metisha had an orgasm the first time she made a thousand dollars back in college.

But being too rich is (no other way to say it) a problem.

And that is how I feel on stepping into what only a dimwit like Ralph would call a mansion.

He is like a baby who is given pizza and doesn't know what to do with it. Then decides to smear it all over the floor thereby resulting in a huge mess.

Either the architect was high or  drunk when he was making the plan of this house because both the exterior and interior can be described with only one word:

Disaster.

A staff almost bumps into me as I make my way through the pink and purple lobby.

This is the twelfth staff I would encounter since stepping into this god-awful building.

Way too many domestics. What is he going to do with them anyway? Wake up one day and decide to auction them all off?

I look at the pattern on the floor and notice that they were drawings..

Of naked women.

Ugh.. The idiot. If what I am here for weren't important, I would have been on my way to the exit by now.

But nothing, not even the revolting decor can make me go back at this point. Not after receiving confirmation from Joe that the information was indeed given by Ralph to the presenter who also, with little prodding, attested to being his whore.

Finally, I reach the.. generous living area and the war of colours makes me momentarily take a step back: wine sofas, pink throw pillows, red curtains, green chandelier, blue fireplace...

Is there even a chance of me living this place without my visual organ undergoing severe damage?

"Welcome to my humble abode."

I whip my head behind me, which is where the voice came from, and come face to face with the bastard himself, chewing like a rabbit.

"It's an humble abode indeed," I say with a wry smile, every word dripping with sarcasm.

He gives me a smile as fake as mine. "Come join me." He gestures to the tall indigo dining chair opposite him as he stabs the poor chicken with his fork.

"No," is what I almost say. But then I change my mind.

I've got something even better than a childish outright refusal in mind.

Taking my time, I leisurely walk the short distance to the dining area and take my seat opposite him.

"You know, ever since the first time I met you, I've known you're nothing like your father," I tell him, going straight to the point. "In fact, you are the exact opposite of him.

But what came as a shock to me is that the fruit of the loins of someone like George could be so irresponsible to the extent of digging into someone else's past just to do something as childish as revenge."

By the time I was done talking, he had stopped eating.

Good. My plan was to ruin his mealtime since he ruined my entire day and probably week just a couple of hours ago.

"Jules," I arch my brow at him at his use of my name as if we were old acquaintances or whatnot. He smiles at my reaction but I could see that it is a bitter smile. "Comparing me to my father isn't the right tool to get me angered to the extent of admitting to something I know niche about."

Liar. I can see it in his face which is in vast contrast with his words. He is angered. Very angered.

"Unfortunately, your sex kitten seems to think differently."

"My.." He seems lost for a moment before realising I'm talking about the presenter "Oh.."

"Exactly. It's pathetic really, how a person of your position could stoop so low. To be honest, I expected better from you. That was just so.. uncreative and stupid." I lean a forward a little bit. "The next time you are coming at me, you better not do so with something as ridiculous as this."

What he did is far from ridiculous. In fact, it got to me. But I could see through Ralph that under his tough guy demeanor is a big, fat coward. "And if you miss the next time like you did this time, I'm not going to take anyone into consideration before bringing you down. Not even your father."

He flushes crimson. "Look, you can't just come in here and say trash to me just because your dad was dumb enough to make a girl the head of his establishment."

I don't miss his emphasis on the word girl. This one word is enough to make me almost lose control on my anger. It's been thrown at me too many times. But that still doesn't make it hurt less. However, I am not going to let that show. Not in front of this bastard. "You are just pained a girl is doing far better than you in running a company, Ralph Chingummy." I really didn't want to add the last part. But the boy really needs to be put in his place.

At the name, his eyes become the size of my coral saucers. "Ho.. how did you know?"

I smile at him thinly. 'Ralph Chingummy' is the name Fiona calls Ralph anytime they're doing the dirty. Fiona Lewis is a sixty-five year old major shareholder in Ralph's company and the wife of Justice Dustin Lewis. She revealed this little piece of information sometime last year at a party while talking to me.

As she was drunk at the time, I couldn't blame her even though I was surprised the wife of a law and justice upholder would be engaged in such a dirty deed.

"How about you come at me again and you will know just exactly how much I.."

Lana's voice filled the air as my phone starts to ring. I would have ignored it but it kept ringing unending. Afraid it might be from the hospital where my father is, I take out my phone and look at the screen.

The caller is Alice, my mother's acquaintance, Loretta's mother, Jace's mother-in-law.

Uh-huh.

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Jackie (my dog) just gave birth to six little puppies and they are soo cute. I'm gonna go puppysit now hehe

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