NEWS HEADLINES
THE PRESIDENT VISITS THE
FURNITURE COMPANY
'President Cyril is seen going into the furniture company today at 2pm. It is said that the company is launching new products and needs the President's signature and review before being launched....'
"He hasn't changed a bit... He dresses exactly the same," Stanley remarked with a smile, sitting at the edge of his desk in his office as he watched Cyril on television.
Stanley, a six-foot-three billionaire with a semi-lanky yet healthy build, sports neatly woven hair with a taper fade.
He possesses long legs and broad shoulders, mirroring Cyril's frame and facial features.
With long hair, luscious lips, a pointed nose, silky skin, and icy blue eyes, he dons a white shirt casually tucked into gray tailored pants, leaving the top buttons undone, indifferent to whether he is at work or not.
He glanced at his assistant, Tommy Golon, who was standing next to his seat behind the desk.
"Please check my schedule and see if I will be available on the day of the PBP, or if I'll need to watch it live on television again."
"Yes Boss," Tommy answered as he put on the iPad he was holding; "You have half the day free and half the day booked, twelve hours each."
"So you mean, I can't go ?" Stanley asked Tommy, having a ray of hope in his eyes.
"We can't be certain, Boss... the half-day off you currently have might be fully booked by that time," Tommy explained.
"Oh my God!!!! Cyril is going to kill me", Stanley said as he stood up from the edge of his desk and tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants,
"Can't we just reschedule the meetings of that day to another day?" Stanley looked frustrated.
"Sir, on that day, you have a meeting with the Chairman about the paper company. He has finally agreed to sell, and given his unpredictable behavior, we must be attentive to his requests to ensure he doesn't change his mind," Tommy elaborated.
"Fuck!!!!!" Stanley muttered under his breath.
"Your phone is ringing, Sir," Tommy said as he handed over a cellphone to Stanley.
As Stanley saw the caller ID, he gave a sigh of relief.
He answered the call; "Dad?!" Stanley called out.
"Son!" Kenneth spoke at the other end of the line.
"Have you arrived?" Stanley asked.
"Yes, but your cousin is busier than usual."
"I know, I was just checking my schedule for the PBP day"
"Hope you will be free?"
"I...…. I. Don't. Think...… So" Stanley stuttered.
"Okay, have you booked space in the cemetery for your funeral?" Kenneth asked sarcastically.
"I will lie next to Grandpa," Stanley answered.
"Shut up, young man! I already said, I was going to lie there,"
"Dad, let's share the space, huh!? Please"
Kenneth laughed over the line.
"How is he?" Stanley asked.
"Call him"
"I can't. For now, if I do, I will be giving him hope that I will be present for the event."
"You made a promise to him last year. Have you forgotten? You even mentioned that you would cancel any appointments on that day if there would be any. You cannot break your promise, or else Cyril will not forgive you."
"I know Dad, I just asked Tommy about the schedule and just went through it. I could cancel the rest, but the problem is, the Chairman decided to sell the paper company on that day, and you know I can't cancel it before he changes his mind. You know how he is," Stanley explained.
"Why did he choose that particular day out of all possible days?"
"I don't think it's his fault because nobody expected the PBP to be scheduled this early."
"I know. The whole country is in shock because the PBP won't take place on its normal date. You can even use the change of date as an excuse."
"You should be familiar with Cyril by now; he won't change his mind."
"Alright, it's time to look for new apologies; you cannot recycle the ones you've used for the past four years to excuse your absence from the PBP, not this time."
"Dad!!" Stanley called out of frustration.
"Your Grandfather was a witness too. If you miss it this time, he might even get up from the grave and haunt your life", Kenneth said.
Tommy chuckled after trying to hold his laugh in, throughout the conversation.
"Make sure to sort yourself out. You have always been independent and cold since birth. I don't know why you can't do that now in this situation," Kenneth said.
"Dad, it's Cyril, remember?!"
Kenneth's laughter rang heartily through the line before the call disconnected.
Stanley handed the phone over to Tommy, who bowed before collecting the phone.
"Get in touch with the Chairman and give me feedback", Stanley ordered.
"Yes Sir," Tommy bowed as he walked out.
As Tommy opened the office door to exit the room, Stanley called out again:
"And don't forget to browse the latest apology lines, I might need it, you know?!"
Tommy chuckled again and bowed, "Yes Sir" before exiting the room.
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"Why did you bring me here?" Granny Mia asked Nina after Nina had brought her to the laundromat.
"I can't take you to the White House". Nina said
"I need to see my granddaughter" Granny Mia cried.
"After the PBP, I will take you there" Nina lied as she tried to convince Granny Mia not to make any move to go look for Maryann.
"No, my granddaughter promised me she would watch the PBP with me on TV next week" Granny Mia said.
"No, Granny Mia, the PBP has been rescheduled till next tomorrow"
"What?!" Granny Mia exclaimed;
"That means we have to go look for Ann gurl" Granny Mia said as she struggled to push her wheelchair by herself, but Nina stopped her.
"You can't go, just let her come home herself, because if you go there, you might put her in danger."
"Ok. But are you sure Ann gurl will come back?"
"Of course" Nina assured.
Granny Mia relaxed and said; "I'm hungry.
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"Ma'am, the President has urgently instructed that all workers be transferred to the White Change Room," Jo said, bowing to Cass, who stood silently in front of the White House extension balcony, her hands clasped beneath her breasts as she gazed into the distance.
"The President?" Cass asked.
"He is not back yet."
"The thief?"
"She will soon be discharged, but we are not sure of the exact time," Amy said.
"Have the workers been transferred?"
"Not yet, ma'am, we are still preparing."
"Good" Cass remarked as she turned.
"Now, there's something you two will do for me."
Cass smirked wickedly.