Zamiel's car stopped in front of a large building as he majestically stepped out of his black Lamborghini. Zamiel walked toward the building and dusted his suit in a fashionable way before entering. Immediately Zamiel entered the building, a man in his late forties, wearing a black shining suit, stood up to greet him. Zamiel walked toward the man with a bright smile on his face as both of them embraced each other, and the man motioned for Zamiel to have his seat.
"It's been a while, Mr. Snow,"
Zamiel stated.
"Oh, have you forgotten who I am to you that you are calling me Mr. Snow? You, this boy, you have not changed a bit,"
the man said with a smile.
Mr. Snow is Zamiel's distant cousin, and he came to Zamiel because of some business deal. Though they were meeting because of business, that didn't mean they should be too formal. Zamiel had always been so formal with this man every time he saw him.
Zamiel finally eased the formal tension and rested his back on the chair, saying,
"So what are we here to discuss, brother?"
"I am here to talk to you about some business. I want you to invest in a particular mall I want to build."
That was how the two men discussed the new business they wanted to invent, and they also talked about personal matters, like him asking if Zamiel was getting ready to get married and asking about the Amanda issue. The men finished their conversation, with Zamiel already agreeing to the man's business, and they picked a date for the official meeting to discuss the business officially.
"Don't you have anything to discuss with me?" Mr. Snow asked Zamiel.
"I don't think I have," he answered, shaking his head.
"But your girlfriend is part of the directors that will be receiving an award soon, right?"
"Yes, what's wrong with that?"
"At least you know I am in charge of the awarding party. Are you not supposed to use your influence to help her, as the powerful husband that you are?"
"In case you don't know, Hazel is not just my girlfriend but my wife-to-be. And secondly, she doesn't want me to use my influence to help her. And I think, as a good husband, that is the least I can do to help her, isn't it?"
Zamiel replied while getting ready to go.
"Oh, see how grown up my nephew is. At least I am happy that you value her to that extent. So many people have been throwing themselves at me just because they want to receive the award."
Zamiel chuckled.
"Hope my cousin has not used the opportunity and gone for it. I can't believe you have not changed after so many years,"
Zamiel said, shaking his head as he stood up.
"I think I have to go."
He stretched out his hand for a handshake, and they both shook hands for the last time. They bid each other farewell with true hearts, unaware that a paparazzi was somewhere nearby.
After the handshake, they both left for their different houses. And as always, Zamiel walked out of the building majestically like a warlord with a frightening aura.
Zamiel got home and met Hazel sitting on
the small sofa. Hazel had been staying in Zamiel's house since the day they both discovered that she was pregnant. When Hazel heard the sound of the door, she stood up, and all Zamiel was expecting was a warm welcome hug or kiss, but what he met was different. Hazel's face was cold, and she raised her hand to show Zamiel something, only for him to see the picture of him and his cousin shaking hands.
"What is this? I thought I told you not to use your influence, so what is this that I am seeing?"
Zamiel froze for a moment and didn't know what to say. The only words that came out of his mouth were—
"How did you get these pictures?"
Hazel chuckled and smirked.
"So that's all you have to say, right? Zamiel, you have ruined me. Now no one will believe I am hardworking. They will think I rely on you, that I am not good on my own. If this picture gets out, do you know the consequences of what you did?" Hazel yelled hysterically.
Zamiel froze in place and was short of words. All he could do was shake his head because he didn't know how to react.
What is going on? What will I do? How will I calm her down?
Those were the words Zamiel said to himself.
"Answer me, can't you hear me?" Hazel yelled again.
After some minutes of silence, Hazel walked out of the house.
Zamiel stood still, not knowing what to do, because he had never experienced this before. Then suddenly his phone rang, and he picked up the call, only for the person to say—
"Did you like the surprise?"