When Reynold said he was going to get answers to vindicate his wife’s innocence, he didn’t mean it literally. If he had to get his hands down and dirty then he would. Which was why, when night had struck, he and Jovian had snuck into Emerson Corps office in the city, after getting a little more ‘info’ on what they needed to get, and had come up with some plan.Apparently, most of the Johns shareholders and clientele defected to Emerson corps, in the span of few hours after Kayla was arrested, and this had set of the warning bells in Reynold’s head. He’d began his subtle investigation with Lei, providing most of the necessary information, and it wasn’t so hard to connect the dots. Grant Emerson’s unexpected arrival to the city. The sudden accusations placed on the Johns company, specifically directed at Kayla. The sudden and inexplicable disappearance of several key members in the company. And most importantly the longstanding animosity between the two companies which seemed to have g

An array of papers and files were scattered on the mahogany desk before Reynold, and as he scanned each one, he marveled at Grant’s intelligence. In the few days he’d immersed himself into looking for implicating evidences to use against the young man, Reynold had noted so many things.Grant Emerson was smart. Grant Emerson was intelligent. Grant Emerson was not one to be messed with. Though on this part, Reynold was not too sure. He was not one to back down from a brewing war, and this definitely looked like one. Though he kept telling himself he was doing all these because of Kayla, despite the strained relationship they’d had these last few days, still Reynold knew he had his own ulterior motives too.“Are you still on this?” Jovian asked, kicking the door to the room open as he walked in, with packs of steaming ramen. The smell wafted to Reynold’s nostrils, and he managed a small hum in return. While he’d been living off packaged meals, and takeouts, he couldn’t deny that he m

Reynold sat down three seats away from the door and chose a direction that would give him a firsthand look at the person coming in. He wouldn't describe himself as a coffee person, but he trusted Brew Hut to be the perfect place to meet anyone without causing much attention. With the place predominantly visited by busy businessmen, crossword players, and newspaper readers, nobody really cared much about what anyone was doing. Not to say that the place was usually almost empty at that time of the day.From where he was sitting, he could count five people. An old couple sat on the other side of the place. The wife solved crosswords, or maybe bingo, while the husband read the newspaper. A man dressed in a suit with a business suitcase was taking a sip from his coffee at the seat by the door. The waitress stood behind the counter with a plastered smile. Reynold wondered how people even do that—faking a smile for so long.The door opened, and a lady with a blonde wig came in, dressed in a

“Kayla, I think you should step down a bit.” Kayla’s hands froze on the table and she looked up from the files spread across her. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Surely her father hadn’t lost faith in her, just because of some few discrepancies and the arrest days back?Was this the reason why he’d ambushed her today in the office? He didn’t even call to let her know he was coming. He’d just arrived and taken her by surprise. Out of all her relatives, he was the first person she was seeing in days, if not weeks. The only person who’d had her well-being at heart, and she thought it strange, but it wasn’t. “Father…” She hissed. “Sorry, chairman. What did you just say?” “You heard me right, Freya.” He flicked off an invisible speck of dust on his jacket, and looked back at her, gaze boring deep. “Things aren’t looking good at all. The merger with Zhang Corps is happening soon, and the wedding too. Everything has become overwhelming in the last few days and…” He sighed dee

Lei rushed to the ladies and closed the door. Nobody was in when she picked up his call.“Meet me at the city park,” he said, then hung up.Reynold returned to the bench he had sat on the last time he was there. The day was different; perhaps the peace he had always wanted was slowly becoming a reality. He took a deep sigh. Finally, he'd be able to vindicate Kayla.Lei stood from afar, watching Reynold sit there with his head raised and his eyes closed. Being a meditator wasn’t a habit that she had grown to know with him.“I am here,” she said.Reynold stood up and stretched a folder to her. "Here," he said.“What is this?”Reynold didn’t respond. She opened it, and it was evidence and proof of Grant's involvement in tax issues and the police warrant to arrest Grant's company.“How did you..."Reynold interrupted, "Tell Kayla about this and suggest that she make a PR blitz.”"Sure,” Lei said, “umm, this is …” Lei couldn’t even hide it any more. How did Reynold get hold of all this ki