It had been three days since Taron’s mother went missing, and there was still no sign of her. Her phone, which they had been calling and trying to use to track her down turned up in front of the house the day after Taron called the police and got them involved in the matter. “Are you here?” Rob asked his friend. “I’ve been talking to you for over thirty minutes and you’ve not been listening, I even asked a question.” Taron looked at Rob. He was not ready to listen to him, but for old time’s sake and for true friendship, he sighed. “I’m sorry, my mind has not been in the right place, and I’ve got about half an hour free, what’s going on?” Taron asked. “Well, so I was going about my business in my brother’s house, right?” Rob asked, looking at Taron. “How do you expect me to know? I wasn’t with you.” Rob shrugged. “Well, yes, but I was going about my business, and then someone rang the doorbell,” Rob said. “I got to the door, and guess who I saw there.” “Greta Hamilton?” Ta

Rob had just finished with all he had to do and decided to leave. He hated office work anyway. After he picked up his bag, he pulled on the door, whistling a catchy tune. The door did not open, it was jammed somehow, and the keys were even with him. Rob wondered how that worked, but it did not sit well for him as his claustrophobia started closing in on him, and all he could do was fumble around his person for his phone. Perfect time for the emergency line to not be working, which it was not. That seemed strange to Rob, he knew that the line always worked because a bunch of people had called and asked someone at the help centre to get him some food from the restaurant right across the street. Rob tried calling their number one more time, just to be sure. The call did not go across, and Rob decided to take calming breaths, and then sit down to think about how he was going to be able to get out of his office. And, if someone noticed his absence, then they would surely go and look for h

“Where is my mother? Where are her guards?” Taron burst out in anger. It seemed like Eloise McCarthy had wanted to make Taron having almost heart attacks a regular thing. “Sir,” Jonas said. “her guards went with her, she. Said that she would not be too long.” Taron nodded and looked around at the rest of the guards. “If she doesn’t come back in two hours, contact her guards to make sure that she is okay. Taron went back in to his study. He had a lot of things to do, and since he was already assured of his mother’s safety, he felt that he could go back to doing other things. After just a quick text, that is. ‘Why did you leave the house without telling me?’ He typed out and sent to his mother. She had a habit of not replying texts, so Taron did not check his phone after that. An incoming call came in, it was his transport company that was supposed to be in charge of him moving to his new house. “Yes?” Taron answered the call. “We’re sorry about the delay, sir, the truck had

Taron looked disheveled. After hearing of the death of his friend, things took a wild turn for him. It was just like when his father had died all over again, and Taron could not stand it. Eloise had tried her best to help Taron overcome his sorrows, but she could not do much. She did not even know Taron well enough to be there for him during his sad moments. “Taron dear, I’m sorry, I know he was your friend and it hurts you too much, but you’re hurting us with the way you’re acting, please, come back for our sake.” She would say each time she passed his study. Taron was always awake and alert and silent, but Rob’s death took Taron’s silence to a whole other level. His voice had not been heard by most of the people in his household for days, and Selena and his secretary, Rebecca kept on calling him and sending him texts to know if he was fine. And Taron was fine. No, really, he was. He was just trying to process things. How that idiot who had been full of life just had the life an

“Well, well, well, I’ve caught you here today,” Anthony chuckled as he got in. “you’ve got a very good looking secretary.” “Thank you, have a seat,” Taron adjusted himself in his chair. “when you said you were coming, I did not expect you to be here in less than hour.” “I wanted to see you for about two weeks, and then I found myself here and I said, ‘Hey! Why don’t I go see this guy?’,” Anthony grinned. “and here I am.” “And here you are,” Taron said wearily. He had so much on his plate to do, and talking to this man for hours was not even part of it. “so, what brings you here, Tony?” Taron could already sense the passive hostility Anthony radiated. “Tony? Well, that’s new.” Anthony leaned back and looked at the art on the wall. “I assumed that we were friends, and like all friends do, I decided to lovingly shorten your name.” Taron said easily. Taron did not regard Anthony as his friend, or anyone else in the King Pin for that matter. For all Taron cared, the guy was trying to get to