Chapter 3 HIS CONDITION

Oliver Pre Preston? I stuttered as my eyes widened with fear. Never have I imagined that I would bump into him this way. He glared at me, " What were you saying before?" I looked at him glaring at me like a hungry predator that was about to eat his prey.

I was stunned. He is charmingly gorgeous. His piercing blue eyes were glaring at me, his short black hair styled to perfection, and his broad chest. He looks way better in person. He's dreamy.

I lowered my head, averting my gaze from him as I apologized. " I am really sorry Sir, I wasn't watching where I was going. " The anger in his face faded and was replaced with a cold look. " I will spare you because you apologized, and secondly I'm late to my meeting so please get out of the way." He got into the car waiting for me to move.

I ran towards the sidewalk and watched as the driver drove into Clover Hotel. Cold shivers ran down my spine, I couldn't believe I met Oliver himself. For a moment I couldn't think, I couldn't decide what to do. Out of desperation, I decided to wait for the seminar to be over so I could see Oliver again.

For me to get back everything Roger stole from me, I need someone of great influence. Someone whose presence commands respect. Someone who is powerful, and nobody is as powerful as Oliver Preston.

I sat on the sidewalk waiting for hours, and finally I saw some people coming out of the hotel as some exchanged pleasantries while some just got into their car and left.

I stared intensely at everyone, waiting patiently to see Oliver but he was nowhere to be seen. Has he left? I thought to myself. Everyone had already left but Oliver wasn't seen outside. I sighed as I saw his car still parked.

I was getting hungry and tired of waiting, but my eyes glittered with excitement as I saw Oliver walk out of the hotel building with a man. They spoke for a few minutes before shaking hands and went their separate ways.

I began pacing around thinking of ways to talk to him. I didn't want anything from him aside from his help. I only wanted him to help at least with somewhere to stay before sorting out my life.

His driver started the car and drove through the opened gates, I couldn't think of anything at all. I opened my eyes and realized I was standing in front of the car, but this time I bumped into it intentionally. If risking my life was the only way I could get to talk to him then so be it.

This time he came out angrily, " you again? " he said aggressively as he pointed his finger at me. I saw the anger in his face, I lowered my head and knelt down before him. " Please help me, " tears began to drip from my eyes.

The angry expression faded, replaced with a pitiful one which was immediately replaced with his usual cold look as he dipped his hands into his pockets. " What the hell do you think you are doing? " he said calmly as he looked at me.

I took a deep breath, sniffing in the mucus that was at the edge of my nose. " I need your help, sir, I have nowhere to go, please help me. " He chuckled lightly as he looked around trying to see if there were cameras around. " Am I being a prank or something, is this a joke? "

I raised my head to meet his gaze as I stride towards him on my knees, " I'm desperate, I'll do anything, anything at all you want me to do please just help me. " I wailed, rubbing my hands together as I kept on pleading.

He clicked his tongue out of frustration and bent close to me. " Listen Miss, I don't know you nor your family nor anyone related to you. I don't run a charity organization so do me a favour and stop asking me to help you. Get out of the way, I'm late. " He got up and walked towards the car.

" Does the name Wilbur Roy ring a bell? " I asked as he paused in his tracks. I stood up, striding towards him. " From the look on your face it is certain you know him. Wilbur Roy is my uncle. He died 5 years ago from an illness. Please, I really need your help. I'll do whatever it is you want me to do, just help me out please. "

He stood for a minute staring into space. He looked at me, examining me from head to toe with his eyes. He rolled his eyes at me as he got into the car. I lowered my head as despair rushed over me. In the end, it's just me. He winds down the glass and looks at me. " Ain't you getting in? "

My eyes glittered at his words as I grinned widely. I nodded as I quickly picked up my suitcase on the ground and walked towards the car. The driver helped me with my suitcase as I got in. a feeling of hope engulfed me. " Thank you so much sir, I appreciate it. "

He took a deep breath and looked at me. " Do you have anything that can prove that Wilbur is your uncle? " I nodded immediately as I brought out a tiny frame of me and Uncle Wilbur from my bag. " It was a gift. He gifted it to me on my 20th birthday before he died." He slowly collected the frame from me as he looked at it intensely. " Wilbur. " He whispered as he gently touched his face.

He looks away, trying to hide his sadness as he hands me back the frame. He cleared his throat and looked at me. " I will only help you because if your Uncle Wilbur. We weren't that close but we were cool. He helped me years back so helping you is like returning the Favours back to him. "

He loosened his tie, getting into a more relaxed posture as he closed his eyes and sighed. " Be my maid. " my eyes widened as he said those words. " per personal maid?" I stuttered as I looked at him.

He looked at me, his eyes examining mine. " What are you thinking? Personal maid is that you will only be answerable to just me. You'll do everything I say you should do and that's how far I can help you. If you don't want to be my maid then so be it. You can take your leave." He clarified.

" I will do it," I said sharply. " I will be your maid."

I was more determined to take my revenge. Even if it means I have to be Oliver's personal dog, I will gladly do it. He has the connection and power. That's just what I need.