Ned squinted at the figure coming toward them. Then he suddenly recognized both of them. The taller man was the man who had come to relay the man's message yesterday while the shorter man…his thoughts trailed off as he cursed under his breath."Godammit!" He muttered under his breath thinking that he should have known better than to give the job to him.Nick pushed the man forward and kept his hold on his shoulder steady. Brad clasped his hands together in front of his body. "Now, are you trying to say you don't know who this guy is?"Ned swallowed, avoiding the gaze of the young man, "No.""He doesn't work for you?""No," his responses were becoming sharper."So every action of this guy is purely his own thinking?""Dammit! How am I supposed to know all of these when I don't even know the boy?!"Brad slapped the boy on his shoulder, "Come on, boy. Speak.""He paid me to stalk her until I find her location," the boy stammered, "He gave me a picture too. He said the job was top secre

Ned's selected men were stationed at the Yee's Club. Ned had instructed them to always stay by the club and patrol there. Hopefully, Brad or Nick would show up to eat or meet with someone. Then they would be able to get in touch with him and give him the letter Ned had written and handed them.It was the only way Ned could think of to reach his lender. The man who had come bearing his lender's message had refused to let him have either his number or his lender's number. If he had, at least, let Ned have either of their numbers then letting Brad know that they needed to meet wouldn't have been an issue.. Sophia clutched her phone between her ear and shoulder as she got ready to leave the house."Yes mum, I'm almost ready. I'll leave the house now," she said to her mum while grabbing her purse and rummaging for the key in it."When they are through, I'll call you, bye," she said and ended the call. Then she asked for a cab and made her way to the hospital.Lancelot was getting his fir

"What's in the letter? A drawn chequebook for my money?"Nick peered into the envelope. He could see that its content was handwritten but the scribbles were on a plain sheet of paper. "No sir. I think he wrote you a letter."Brad scoffed, "A letter? In this age?""His men said he had no means of reaching you so it was his only option.""Whatever. What's written in it? Read it out."Nick read out its content. Ned simply wanted to meet with Brad as he had something to discuss with him.Brad pondered on it for a little while. Then he said to Nick over the phone, "Alright. Schedule a meeting time, go over it with his thugs or him, and let me know if I can fit it into my schedule.""Yes, boss.""Yeah, and do it quickly. I, actually, am interested in whatever he has to say when he doesn't have my money yet." "Yes sir."As Brad dropped his phone after the call, he smirked to himself. His plans were going well. It was almost the end of the two-day ultimatum he gave Ned and just as he had wa

Brad knew he had a long day ahead of him so he woke up early the next day. After speaking with Claire, he had gone straight to bed with the intention of waking up earlier than usual.By 8:00 AM, Brad was all ready and prepared for his day.Nick was ready before then and he called Brad. "Are you all set, boss? I'll soon be on my way."Brad told him not to bother. "Relax, Nick. They'll still be on your heels. I'd go without you."Nick nodded and wished his boss a good working day. But he was mad, he was annoyed that they were stalling him from doing his job just because they didn't have the balls to face him and do or say whatever they had in mind. He wouldn't hesitate to confront them but Brad had asked him to lay low and that's what he'd do. Obeying him is the least he can do since he currently can't do his job.Brad first made his way to the pharmacy as planned. It was still about 9:00 AM and the place was already bustling with activities. There were a few nods accompanied by a cheer

Claire's eyes widened as she stared at the address that Brad sent her. "Oh, my fucking cheese!"Having spent the whole day getting prepared, picking out her outfit, and styling her hair, she just got the time to check her phone. Brad's text had come in since late in the morning. He sent the address of his apartment and the time she could start coming over. She stared at the address in awe. The address, after she double-checked on Google Maps to be sure she was not making a mistake, was one of the biggest estates in New York. The estate, as she had heard, was only occupied by the top folks in the elite society.She dropped her phone, and checked her simple floral outfit once again in the mirror; she smiled at her reflection. Then she picked up her most expensive and sweet-smelling perfume. She sprayed it in the air and excitedly swirled in its scent. Then she properly sprayed it on her body again. She grabbed her purse from atop her couch in the living room and her keys from the count