Anna had a feeling Mr. Henry Neville had something to say to her behind closed doors and looked forward to their next meeting. He was an interesting man. Lucas's somber mood and lack of speech made her wonder if he was preparing himself for his day of reckoning, or probably considering taking flight or remaining rooted to fight like a man.“Your uncle is responsible for the shooting that caused Helen to be in a state of coma, he is one bad chunk of an alpha male.” She could not hold back how impressed she was by Mr. Neville. Prison life looked good on him as well, and he appeared to be receiving loads of preferential treatment. “He runs the prison as well… I can tell from his robust appearance.” She concluded. Anna heard of his prowess in the Churchill empire, his famous succession plan that ended up down the drain due to Aaron's arrival. The man's hatred for Aaron ran deeper than she could fathom. He was the best pawn in her game. He would blindly walk into puddles without think

“What did I miss, Mr. Gray field?” Aaron always got the truth in its original form from Mr. Grey Field, who made sure the details were correctly placed. “A fight broke out here, a week ago. Goodness, one of the men involved is still on suspension.” Aaron, shocked by the news, headed into the building, of course, prepared to query the head of security for withholding such crucial information from him.“Ariel, make a call to headquarters. All the guards should make themselves available.” He instructed his secretary who placed the call. An alarm went off in the building and with that, those present gathered at the round table. The murmurs and mumbling persisted. It was no news to them why they were all summoned. In no time, the round table gushed with men of different sizes and forms.“A fight ensued. How did this happen?” Aaron wanted to know what he was up against. With the anniversary at hand, he did not want a disruption or chaos. If the security team were at loggerheads, then the

Aaron held onto Helen's shaky figure, as she clutched onto him like he was the last grain of rice on her plate. “I'm scared.” She whispered into his shoulders, her fear palpable even without her saying much. If there was one thing Aaron was certain of, it was that Helen was no murderer and had no hand in the painful demise of the young lad that lay on the floor, lifeless and immobile.The paramedics were at the mansion in no time, and the wailing sound of the siren, caused some guests to head out to view the spectacle and decipher what had gone amiss in such a peaceful gathering as this. The stretcher was brought in as Aaron and Helen stood side by side, making way for the paramedics to lift the body of the dead stranger.“Miss Helen, were you the one that made the call?” The head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Inspector Suarez, asked the couple who stood side by side with each other. One looked shaken up by the incident, her face, and hands enough proof that she had come

Aaron, after a little struggle with his inner demon, took a step backward, giving the inspector space and a second chance to do the needful. “Walk away inspector. She will pay a visit to the station, once she is fully awake and sober.” He assured the inspector, who appeared to realize Aaron meant every single thing he said and would not mind throwing him off the premises without thinking twice.“I'll be back by noon tomorrow. I am certain she will be well rested and fully conscious to answer my questions and come with me to the station. Like I said earlier, I am just doing my job, Mr. Churchill.” The average height, tanned-skinned middle-aged man, walked away, finally, but his retreat did not signify defeat. He most certainly would be back.Aaron opened Helen's room, her peaceful face and light snores almost caused him to laugh, but the situation was dire and not one that required some form of comic relief. Helen slept soundly on the hospital bed, her worries temporarily thrown out t

Aaron, oblivious to the chilly night air and the snow that had to fall in light torrents, listened with rapt attention to what the inspector had to share. “So you are saying harmful objects were forced down his throat? This makes no sense, inspector.” Aaron, perplexed and utterly confused at how gruesome the young man had to die, wondered to himself why his body was dumped in his home.“Were you able to identify the body?” He asked the inspector who was on his second stick. The chilly night air is enough reason to puff out the chill. “Julian Sullivan, an Italian immigrant, twenty-eight years old and fresh out of college. He had a promising future,” it was too bad, to say the least, that he died an early death. Aaron helped himself to the cigarette that was offered to him earlier.He barely smoked, but the situation called for it. “Who do you think is the culprit, Mr. Suarez?” He was the inspector here and knew better how to fix the mystery puzzle. Suarez crushed his cigarette butt