"Donald, I need this necklace for my birthday," Pamela said while staring at her husband.

Donald turned his gaze to look at his wife, he peered into her phone screen, his gaze at the flower necklace and the amount that was written beneath it. He sniffed, knowing it would be difficult for him to get the necklace; it was worth more than his payments from his job as a janitor at the hotel.

"What are you still looking at, are you getting it for me or not." She yelled, giving him a quarrelsome gaze.

Donald sniffed, "Pamela, you know I can't promise you this. But I will try my best to see what I can do." He retorted with a low voice.

Pamela tossed her head away as she made a throaty mockery of her husband. She mimicked his voice, after which she gave him a cold glance.

"Donald, when are you going to prove me wrong and act like a real man? Look around at the shelf," she said, pointing at the bags, necklaces and shoes she had stacked. "Everything here is given to me by people who know my worth, some of which I got with my money. What have you ever gotten for me?"

She paused, "Donald, you better not come up with an excuse this time. It's my twenty-sixth birthday; I want something from you or consider this marriage void." She yelled with her voice filled with disdain.

Donald tried to make a statement but Pamela interposed him with her hand raised towards his face. "I don't want to hear anything from you, do what other men are doing for their wives. Stand up, be a man and get me what I asked of you." She queried.

She was mad at him in a menacing manner, Donald tried to hold her hand but she flinched backwards from his grip.

Donald felt hurt by her statement; he glanced at his broken wristwatch. He realised he was getting late for work. He tossed his head towards his wife, whose arm was placed on her waist, and she kept a gloomy gaze at him.

"I will get the necklace for you, I promise," he said.

Pamela got angry and briskly walked out of the room while cursing. Donald inhaled softly; he moved towards the hidden spot where he kept his savings box. Donald bent, taking the box. He broke it and counted the money inside, he felt disoriented when he realised the money was not up to what he expected.

"How do I complete it so I can purchase the necklace for my wife." He questioned himself.

He shook his head in disappointment, shoved the money into his pants pocket and stepped out of the room. Donald knew he was late for work and since he had money with him, he took a cab while still contemplating how to raise money to get his wife what she requested.

Donald was lost in deep thought; the cab driver tapped him, bringing him back to earth. He paid the cab man and alighted from the car, he walked into the hotel where he worked as a janitor.

He was about to dodge when he found his boss, unknowing to him, his boss, Mr. Benson David, a flamboyant man in his forties, with a white bear, had seen him.

"Donald, get the fuck here," he yelled.

Donald inhaled and exhaled deeply; he walked close to his boss with his gaze facing downward.

"You are late again, what excuse do you have for me this time." He said. "Donald, your days here are numbered. You are nothing but a worthless and lazy pauper; now I know why the poor are poor, and the rich get richer because they always keep to time while the poor always give flimsy excuses."

Donald raised his brow, "I am sorry, sir."

"Did I inform you to speak? For coming late to work, you will have to clean the entire room in the southeast region. Don't go home if you haven't finished your work." Mr. Benson said in an authoritative tone.

"Do I make myself clear?" He said calling the supervisor, Mr. Henry Luke. "I want you to keep your eyes on Donald; make sure he doesn't leave here if he is not done with the tasks I assigned him. He needs to learn his lesson for always coming to work late."

Donald knew tonight was his wife's birthday party; if he should work in the southeast region alone, he wouldn't want to miss out. He has promised to get her a gift, and if he doesn't show up she will get angry. He was aghast at losing his marriage.

He fell upon his wobbly knee, with his arms moulded and formed below his jaw in apology. "Please, sir. Tonight is my wife's birthday party, and I can't work alone, so assigned some janitors to accompany me. I promise her that I will be there, and if I miss, she will get mad at me." He said in a shaky voice.