Episode 6.

Grace dragged up her high waist checkered skirt. Looking in the camera that was showing her a half view of her body, she flashed her piano key teeth in a fake smile. She sighed as her drawn arched brows curved up in botheration. Her kiss inspiring lips smacked each other as she tried to fix her nude painted lips.

"You look great, Gracie, just be yourself." Samenffa encouraged her. He was lying on a long couch furthest away from his table. His chin sat comfortably on palm as he watched her.

Grace was always confident about her looks , she was tall, went to the gym regularly , had moonstone smooth autumn brown skin. Thunder- black curls that cascaded over her shoulders that had never been straighten . Electrifying chestnut brown eyes, acorn cup chin and a bumblebee waist .

The only thing that stained her skin was a leave tattoo above her collar bone. She had the type of beauty that had heads turning when she walked into a room so one must wonder why she was nervous. Well it's not everyday an assistant gets to perform the role of her boss.

Samenffa looked at the screen, the employees were already in the conference hall and there have been there for more than twenty minutes. He face palmed when Grace yet again, refused to start the feed.

"Grace Elizabeth Johnson, put yourself together and begin!" He berated her with a firm voice, it was stronger than his previous tone. Grace noticed.

Her eyes widened. "Wait a minute… You were pretending!"

"Anchor, start the live feed!" Samenffa yelled before Grace could escape.

He loop sided smirked when she cleared her throat and greeted the employees. She fell right into his trap. If only she had listened when he said he was fine but no, she was too gullible so he took advantage. His family were not the only people to getting reassigned , Grace was among them. She didn't know it yet but her job as vice president just began.

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Staring at the white door, Platt Williams fixed the knee length trench coat he had on before pressing the doorbell. It had been ages since he came here . Everything looked the same except the door that was resprayed. Typical of Samenffa, his neatness was his only flaw.

The doors opened halfway with an elderly man in his mid 70s sticking out his head . He smiled at Platt then pull the door wide. "Good evening, doctor."

Platt's mouth quirked up slowly. His modulated smoky voice came out as soothing as ever. "Good evening, Simon." He chuckled as the man took his coat. "You look as healthy as a horse, care to share your secret?"

Simon smiled. "It is the lord's doing, " he said.

He was special man that was why Platt had a Tate a Tate with him. He practically raised Samenffa, he has been his butler since he was born. Every part of Samenffa's life, Simon was present.

"The young master is in the second living room, I believe you still know your way around right?" He asked and Platt nodded ."If that will be all , I will like to take my leave but first…" he collected the wine bottle that Platt have been joggling with while he was taking off the trench coat.

Samenffa's mansion had three living rooms which was unusual. The first one which was the largest was where he met regular guests. The second was strictly for close friends and family while the third was for his personal use, it was a white room just like his office only stricter . Aside from himself and the cleaners only three other persons have been invited in, they are, Chris, Platt and Grace.

The old butler he looked at the bottle in his hand, it was a bit warm. "It will be the right temperature before dinner time ."he informed Platt then he bowed before he slowly tottering away.

It didn't Platt long to find the living room. He ran his hands over his tapper fade trimmed red hair a few times . He was both nervous and anxious. Taking in a breath, he walked into to the second living room that he had been standing in its corridor. "Hey , angelfish! "He greeted loudly with an entrancing smile.

"Platt!" Samenffa squealed. He excitedly rose from the couch and took a step forward but Platt yelled, "no!" making him halt then he paced to him. "Wait there let me come to you!"

Samenffa pouted at the man who had his arms wide open. He cautioned him before accepting his bear hug. "Stop that Platt, I don't like it. Don't treat me like a cripple because I am sick."

Burying his head in Samenffa's neck , Platt murmured an apology. "I am sorry cutie, I acted on impulse."

Samenffa patted his back, he inhaled deeply, Platt still uses the burnt wolf thorn cologne he likes. "I am not a princess okay?"

Platt nodded, he wasn't ready to break the hug, neither of them were. They stayed that way for some time.

"I missed you so much, "he murmured in Samenffa's ear then gave him an unusually long peck on his left cheek. Surprisingly, Samenffa didn't stop him. His shoulders tensed up at first then it eased. It was a little surprising for Platt because he(Samenffa) never allowed him get too touchy because of their history.

"Let us sit." Samenffa took Platt's hand and led him to a much bigger couch.

After they sat , he remembered the walkie-talkie he forgot on the armrest of the chair he was sitting before, he locked his lips and hissed in annoyance. Platt's whose undivided attention was on the man followed his gaze and he immediately rose.

"Let me get it for you, "he offered.

Samenffa's brows fell. He blinked. "Seat your butt down, Doctor!" He commanded with a firm voice.

Platt froze. The tip of his ears turned red. Samenffa was so adorable especially when acted like a stern father. Smiling, he shrugged in surrender and sat."You are the boss . "

"Do you want anything? Water? Wine? Champagne? Juice?" Samenffa asked Platt as after retrieving his walkie-talkie . He sat beside Platt.

Platt shook his head. "I brought wine , we can have it during dinner."

Samenffa squealed excitedly , he would get drunk today, he hadn't tasted alcohol in months. He crossed his legs stylishly unaware of Platt drool worthy stare . He looked like a lovesick puppy with hearts flying around his head.

Samenffa was a raw of sunshine to him. Meeting him was planned but then his heart submitted itself to the person who he supposed to hurt. He fluttered his long auburn lashes as Samenffa began to talk. A pleased sigh pressed out of his lips as he watched him with dreamy eyes .