"Human greatest scars are not the physical ones, seen by all and sundry, before the recovery process, during the healing process, and after the healing process, then we believe all is well. No, the greatest scar is the emotional scar, which has gone beyond the physical, it affects everything psychologically. It runs deeper than a knife wound. It takes forever to cure, even time is not a companion of an emotional scar. What is a man without emotions???"
"Christian Judge. A fine-ass young man, your classic man. The kind of man Ladies will refer to as "the better catch" at 30 he is the legal owner of chains of hotels and suites, both home and abroad, owns a Logistics business, the largest modeling firm in the country, shopping malls dispersed everywhere. Just name it. He has his hands and legs deep into any kind of business. Christian is very well single but doesn't seem to be seriously searching for anything that's going to last for more than 10 minutes if you get the drill. He is seen in the tabloids with different shades, sizes, and complexions of women, every night. He doesn't keep one long enough to pop the big question. Keeps the public wondering, if he is yet to find that which his hearts desire, or if he is merely playing the same games outstanding rich and wealthy men in the upper east side engage in.
Well, if you asked me, I would say CHRISTIAN JUDGE, is like every other spoilt rich kid, waking up to old money, he doesn't have to strive for anything he wants, he gets them at the snap of his fingers, hence, his playboy attitudes. The kind of man that thinks, money makes them bow and lick his feet. But since you didn't ask, I will retain my opinion to myself"
Christian's Best friend, dropped The Vogue Magazine with evident anger.
"Chris, what's your deal with this journalist? Did you steal her honey in its beehive?? She is invariably making good use of any opportunity she gets to throw your name in the dirt, "George lamented.
He sat down opposite his friend in the living room of his duplexed mansion at Avenue road.
The living room is painted dove gray combined with a polka dot wallpaper. The living room, large enough to contain a whole house from the slums of London, England, and fully and exquisitely furnished, with a 5 inches' chandelier right in the middle of the room, a fur rug covers half the room and glassy tiles finished the rest. There are different paintings in the room and sculptors, most definitely a prized souvenir from his different journey across the globe.
Chris sat on the cushioned chair, while his friend takes the Love seat, opposite him. He doesn't seem quite bothered about the news George just read out to him.
"Why are you so unbothered about this news, Chris?"
''you don't have to concern yourself over spilled milk, she's only trying to make her magazine stay long enough in the market, 'sides, she gives the people what they want, who am I to stop her job''
Chris stood up to the bar, a few distances from the room, at the right-hand corner, his minibar is fully furnished with a variety of drinks both spirit and brandy of different brands. He picked a wine glass and his 1948 scotch to pour himself a drink.