The Armstrong mansion was an exquisite Mansions in the city, situated close to a memorable lake, maintaining it sense of class and prominence, it was amongst the most expensive and decorated houses in the city with multiple staffs moving in and out of it like a ball house. Mary Armstrong was sure to let her opposers know her taste in class as she lives no stone unturn when it comes to finding and giving out the best of all best. Nate in his own world does not believe in showing off and would always go against his mother's will when she sometimes finds a way of trying to lure him into having an affluent life. He upholds his father's legacy by working in the company left in his care taking in heart that his father's effort must not go to waste, regardless of his mother's intense persuasive actions.
Siting under a shiny chandelier is Mrs Armstrong and Nate, as they ate in a slow and a quiet Pace, rendering the dinning hall with total silence while the staffs stood by waiting for orders. It has been a norm between Nate and his mother to always maintain silence during dinner as it was the only time they have close talks after working tiredlessly, but their heart becomes full and their mouth cannot say it all. Mrs Armstrong makes discomforting movement with the chair as she sees that as her only means of letting her son know there is something running through her mind.
"What is it now, mother" Nate says as he drops his fork while giving his mother a stern look, fully aware of the discussion she might bring up.
"Oh common son, do not give me such looks, I am your mother, I decide what you do and not do, I have birth to you no matter your age or achievements, you laid comfortably in my wombs and I…." Mary spoke raising her hands in objection as Nate interrupts.
"That's okay for today mother, I just got back and now you're going to fill me in with lectures, oh let me guess, why haven't I given you a desired daughter in-law or why have I not talked about settling down " Nate says hands akimbo, forehead with little sweat.
"Well, of course son" she retorts
"I have good news then, I have found a wife and would bring her home soon" He said picking his fork aggressively as he digged into the beef on his plate.
"Oh gracious, how Fabulous and exciting, do bring her home soon, but wait, is it?" She asks.
"Yes mother, it's Chloe, my love" he smirked guiltlessly.
"You will not utter that name in this house, young man"
"I am a man of my own, I am no little boy, why do you keep doing this, I am old enough to make my own decisions, own my own businesses and wife myself the woman my heart clings too, what if your choice is not my want, what if we don't get along, why are you doing this mother?" Asked Nate with his chest beating rhythmically.
" For honor son, for honor" she retorts
"What honor" says Nate with his eyes rolling at every direction.
"Family honor, family respect, family custom, listen son! I was no classless girl when your father married me, and oh! the glamor I brought into this home, I had the most glowing skin and my father in-law, your father's father, oh what a great father in-law he was, he saw the prestige I had, the dignity of class, he accepted me as his daughter-in-law in a snap, your dear Chloe doesn't have such virtue" says Mary as she sips from the glass and laughs in mockery to Chloe.
"Then with all due respect more, would you call that marrying for love or class" says Nate rising to his feet.
"How dare you!" Mary screams sending fear into the staffs close by, she throws the glass to the ground living broken pieces all over.
"I loved your father, oh Armstrong my love, only if you were here to see how this little girl has possessed your son" she says faking a sob.
" Oh common! Don't be dramatic yet mother " Nate says as he leaves for his room.
"You will marry who I want, you will do as I say, you are under me, I birthed you, you are my son, no little girl will decide what will be in my home" she screams with veins popping out her neck, although Nate had far been gone.
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After the heated argument with his mother Nate decides to go for a swim to cool off his head, he dived into the water furiously as he opted for a butterfly stroke, he stroked in fume channeling is anger to the water, as though he was wronged by the water, but the water was cool that he gradually embraced the coolness of the water and sighed heavily, then gradually he sighed softly. Nate emerged from the pool on a short, his masculinity was made revealing by the intense ray from the sun from a nearby mirror, he walked out of the water as he pushed back his long dark wet hair, causing water to flow down his muscular arms. He had brown eyes that made his handsomeness a take home lesson, he was so built even when he never had time to visit the gym. He shook off water from his wet hair and quickly dries up himself, as he puts on a light brown shirt, with a black trouser to match his black bag.
"Going on an adventure, young master?" Asked a staff teasing Nate.
"Oh no, don't tell mom okay, I'll be back soon, I just need to see…"
"Chloe, we know " says the staff
"We?" Asked Nate
"Yeah the entire staff admire your relationship with Chloe, and wish for the best for you both" she says exiting as she sights Mary.
"Yes run, gossip" says Mary giving the staff a stern look as she watched her leave.
" And where are you off to all dressed like you don't own the biggest business in the city?" She says moving her eyes all over his dressing.
"To meet friends more, you don't expect me to live a corporate life till I die, I also have friends, you don't expect me to wear a suit always, what is it mom?" He say soberly
" Oh please just go, your father spoilt you, just do what you like but definitely not in relation to your marriage, I choose for you, Chloe or whatever her pauper name is, she is not welcomed, she is just not our class, why can't you see it" she acts provoked
"Yes mother, you are right, I really can't see it, I don't wish to see it" he says as he puts on a black shade taking an exit.
Mary watched her full grown son walk out of her of his own will, she remembers how he would always follow her orders and would always shrink in fear when he disobeys her house rule, but same son is now choosing a life for himself, and she was not having it easy. Even in her angry mood, she flipped her gown backwards and walked majestically into the house trying to prove a point that her class cannot be tempered with, but deep down she was hurt by her son's disapproval of her own consent. She would always blame Armstrong, her husband, of always giving Nate a preferential treatment and warned that it would cause damage in the future but it was so clear that she wanted all rules in the house to be made by her.
"Leave him Mary, he is too young to make business decisions or make business deal, stop all these, let kids be kids" Late Armstrong would always say.
"I am his mother" was always Mary's reply.
But her worst nightmare of having her son choose for himself has befallen her, she was relentless nevertheless as she strategized new ways to terminate their relationship. Life wasn't as comfortable as she thought it would be, she runs the affairs of everyone in the mansion but cannot have her son do her biddings, she was definitely infuriated by the thoughts.
Mary rings the table bell furiously as she summons a staff, she hits the table countless time as she squeezed her dress in anger, displaying all form of anger.
" You requested my presence ma" says the staff in a low tone as he stood afar trying to escape her temperament.
"A glass of water would do, and get me Damian" she retorts
Damian, her personal guard has been working for Mary for years, she could swear that he would never betray her trust, he knew her every move and deed, his physique was gigantic and his body would cause submission.
He arrived looking all daring and ready for command, an habitual act of his.
"It is Nate, the little boy has grown wings, keep an eye on him and his little miss, that little girl, wait for my next order" says Mary as she waves him off while she lets out a devious smirk expressing satisfaction.