THE most dreaded day has come.
It was three days after Mr. Andrew Maguire visited, the board of directors went to Villel’s office for an impromptu appointment.
Ella was too shocked to stop them. They went inside the office unannounced.
As Villel’s personal bodyguard, Solana went in and made herself visible beside the lady boss who was already composed after a moment of surprise.
“What can I do for you gentlemen?” Villel asked.
The lady boss was sitting behind her table. Her hand was holding a ballpoint pen with her name engraved on it.
About four men were inside the office. The old Maguire was not one of them. They were all in the age above fifty except for one who was nearing Villel’s.
“I was not invited to your wedding.” A man that silver hair started.
“I did not invite anyon
