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Chapter 3 WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS

Word Count: 1611    |    Released on: 18/01/2025

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brother, Lawrence, on the line. He had told me he would call to brief me on the fina

ame on as I tapped

your phone, man?" I knew he

t", I replied jokingly, holding myself back from tell

success of it". He went ahead to tell me about the order of the occasio

. Get yourself accustomed to what you need

ed and turned to check on Doreen. She was sitting up on

w is Doreen?" Lawrence's voice b

I answered, unable to hide my excitement about having my p

loves and cares for Doreen, just as much as I do. I was a bit worried that I, having t

he beautiful ones were not yet born, but he praised Doreen

I hurried back to the couch to meet Do

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ven as she slept. Her curly hair was in a perfect mess. I reached to remove a strand acro

g the chefs do it. Quietly, I crept out of the bed and walked down to

e and toasted with fresh bread, made her favourite Italian

already up with her back leane

y on her bedside table. I saw her face lit up. She stretched out her hands, inviting me in for a h

g me breakfast", she

pped for her long before our parents got us married. After just a week of bein

I get really jealous when her attention shifts from me. I do not

ove for her echoes, and the jealousy that breeds ga

owed to linger for as long as I could. She got up to quickly brush bef

confirming she would still be able to honour my inv

the incident from last night. Doreen, stop giving me

rgotten about my cup of c

.

to Doreen on the phone a few minutes ago, and she said she was on her way. I would love for her to

my secretary, walked in with a pile of the product brochure

n", I replied, standing up to adjust my tie. Just then, I sa

r" that followed didn't sway my attention from my wife as she parked

skin so well. Her hair was packed in a messy bun, with some curls left to fall on her face. Her jewelle

owards the entrance of the office building with Rosie, I

ming from the direction of the event h

ommenced fully. My elder brother, Lawrence, was up the stage, rounding up on the nutritional be

plauded loudly again. I knew his speech was a s

step at a time, intentionally walking slowly to gi

the company banner in 3D fixed in the backdrop, life-size models of the new pr

es fell on Doreen, as if all of the other people present were invincible.

ng her name tag, amongst the highest recognized guests of the event. She was talking

my side. He whispered in my ear to proceed with my presentation before flashing

fore. What! He reached out and patted her on the head and she leaned briefly unto his hands. My chest tightened, and I felt

e with my presentation, I was sweating so much. I had mumbled most of the presentation through, and I knew I was going to get an earful f

tage, my head was full and my teeth gritted on their own. My mind replayed how he patted Doreen's hair and her

hat I couldn't make out as her words were like whispers to my ears. I was interested in o

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