At The President's Office Capt. Bolton walked in after he settled down and informed him of the Cadets.“How many of them are we supposed to absorb?” He asked and pretended as if Bright had not informed him.“We absorb one hundred of them every year.”“That is good to hear. How much stipend do we pay them?”“Nothing. The experience they gain from us is enough for them.”“Don't you think that it is absurd? If we can't encourage them, who will?”The General Manager thought for a while and explained, “I have not given it a thought.”“There is room for improvement. Meanwhile, inform the Corporal to stop collecting more applications.”“I got it. What is our conclusion on the stipend?”“If I may ask, how long is the internship? In our days, it was three months.”“It's still the same.”“It is all right. Let's encourage them with one percent of the senior staff salary. That wouldn't be too much on us for three months.”The General Manager giggled and declared, “I will go back to where I did m
The President's Office.After instructing Bright, he became busy with work but had his eyes on the CCTV. When a lady walked into the Secretary's office, he saw a mature lady with a good spirit and positive outlook“Is she the one?” He asked himself and began to monitor her.“Good morning, Bright. I'm Ella Patrick.”“I know. Good morning. Your services at the Senior Staff member's house is over. You are hereby recalled to the canteen.”“It's all right. When do I return?” She responded as though she had been expecting it.“Now,” Bright said and watched her countenance.“I got it. Have you informed the Canteen Supervisor? He wasn't expecting me back.”“It is possible. Let's see him,” Bright accepted and got up.He looked at Gilbert and informed him, “Let the President know that I have gone to the canteen.”“I will do that, Mr. Desmond,” he responded and they watched them walked out.George smiled happily and mumbled, “She is fine. I pray that Dad loves her.”At The LobbyLaura was still
At Laura Dickson-Williams' Bedroom“I will goad him into a fight and leave this marriage based on domestic violence. I don't understand why he will not accept my proposal to divorce,” the twenty-one-year-old Laura resolved. She woke up and sadly remembered that she had scores to settle with her poor husband, twenty-five-year-old, Tim Williams. “We are no more in the same league. I want to marry a real man and not a penniless and classless man,” she said to herself and angrily got up from her bed. “How can I meet a real man if I continue to be the wife of a scumbag?” she cursed. Likewise, she threw her duvet off her and tried to get out of bed but halted when the door opened. She glared at Tim who walked in to check on her.“It's time for work, Laura,” he informed her.“So, you know work but you can't get one for yourself? You wretched pauper.”Tim smiled softly and gave his regular response, “I will work when the time comes.” His laissez-faire approach to her chastisement often
The Broadcast — At The HouseAfter Laura left for the hospital, Tim dabbed his swollen eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and began to eat. He was about to leave the dining table when he saw the news on the television: (Laura Dickson-Williams was beaten up by her lazy husband, Tim Williams, for getting a job for him and she suffered a miscarriage.)“Oh! When did I beat her?” He exclaimed and ran his hand through his head which was spinning already. Likewise, he stared vacantly in amazement. Now, he reminisced about his past. Since he escaped from his jealous superior who wanted to kill him because he defeated their enemies during the last war, he had been hiding. His higher-ups thought that he was dead and promoted his jealous superior to the rank of a General. In addition to that, he became the Chairman of the Auxiliary Armory PLC and Laura's boss. Now, the publicity had aroused their curiosity.“Does she hate me this much? Has she forgotten how I saved her and her family during the
In the spur-of-the-moment, Laura, her parents, and the Human Rights Activists ran out of the house and met her astounded security men. The pressmen were still hiding their heads and could not explain how the soldiers left.“What is the matter? I heard gunshots,” Laura asked curiously and looked at the military helicopter that had taken off.“They shot him,” a pressman raised his head and answered. “Oh, my God! I am unaware that they would arrive so soon and pick him up,” Laura boasted.Now, the pressmen were getting up one after the other and had to give an account of what they did not witness, even if it meant cooking up stories.“They have killed him. The Head of State has zero tolerance for domestic violence.”“Yes. Violence against women, especially pregnant women, angers him,” a reporter confirmed.“It serves him right,” her father pointed out and his befuddled wife lurched forward and castigated him, “Oh, dear! He died a painful and shameful death.”“Yes. Our daughter gave him
“You don't deserve it but I would rather not be like you. There will be no difference between us if I cause your children and wife to mourn. On this note, I reduce your punishment to compulsory retirement. You will get all your entitlements.”“Wonderful!”“Excellent!” “This is godly.”“I don't know if I can forgive a known enemy like this.”The soldiers complimented Tim's judgment one after the other. Likewise, Gen. McDonald was most grateful and he dried the tears that had formed in his eyes while everyone focused on him. Although he was seventeen years older than Tim he was aware that his promotion had nothing to do with age but merit.“You are a worthy comrade, Gen. Williams and you surpass me in wisdom. For sparing me, I owe you my life. I'm ready to support you any time you need me,” he appreciated Tim and promised.The house clapped for him and immediately, he faced the Head of State and appreciated him, “Thank you, for this chance, Your Excellency.”He faced the entire house a
“That is good. Kindly go on,” the Head of State requested when he paused and he continued. “The enemies were no match for us and we chased after them. To my joy and Gen. McDonald's annoyance, none of them escaped. Although he showed delight, I never knew it was fake. Meanwhile, I and the other soldiers concentrated on reviving our wounded colleagues. Some were badly injured and died on the spot.”“So sad!” Gen. Hill exclaimed and Tim continued.“At that point, we had run out of drugs and needed to get the victims back to the city. On the road, I requested that we stop so that I could get some marine animals and ocean plants to revitalize our men. Gen. McDonald followed me and I did not suspect anything until he shot at me and I fell into the ocean.”“Oh, my goodness! Did you suffer all these just to save your country and fellow soldiers?”“Yes, Your Excellency.”“That is true patriotism,” Gen. Hill stated and requested, “Kindly go on.”“No. We will stop here today. He needs rest. Th
“Oh! Is that why you are worried? He deserves what he got,” she stated happily and his brother berated her, “How come you sound so happy when you just lost your husband today?”“He is no more my husband. We were divorced before his fortunate death.”“Oh, my God! Fortunate death? When did the death of a husband become fortunate?”“Yes. It is fortunate because he wanted to kill me. Could you believe that he beat me up this morning and I …” Gerald doubted and interrupted her, “Beat you up? How come?” To make him believe her, she began to sob, “Yes (sob, sob). He kicked my stomach (sob) and I suffered (sob, sob) a miscarriage. I lost your nephew (sob, sob).”Gerald was silent for a while and after digesting her story, he simply asked, “When is the burial? Samuel and I would like to be present and pay our tribute.”“Burial? Tribute? For what?” His father thundered from the background and Laura supported him.“Did you hear that? I don't think he deserves such an honor. Besides, the soldi