Chris understood her hatred for the Bolton's. He flexed his wrists and folded his hands behind his back. "Holy shit! You didn't just do that! You just killed her!" Richard squeaked.Chris ignored him and gently lowered Sarah to the floor. "Look," Chris clasped his hands together. "Let's not take her to father. He will probably have her killed, let's drop her in an alley," he suggested. She looked at him, surprised by his courage. "Wow, you are growing," she smiled at him. She ordered the bodyguards to carry Sarah to the vehicle so she could be dropped back. "You identified her?" Chris asked Rose. "She is what she says she is, late twenties, quite the accomplished woman," Rose played with the receiver's button. "Do me a favor not to get associated with this bunch?" The question was strange to Chris, he never really received much affection from her till now. "Okay," he replied. "No," she grabbed his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, closing the space between them. Chris felt f

The smoking wreckage of the car Chris had been in went up in flames. Richard silently watched, masking his fear as he forced smiles on his face. He knew what he was getting himself into if he involved himself with the Boltons, but his greedy drive for success blinded him."Richard."Richard gnawed his nails as the fire service put out the fire. The police siren was loud at eleven in the afternoon, with the press appearing on site to cover the story."Richard!""Hunh?" He turned around and Chris passed him a towel."Let's get inside, the press is here. Rose says it's for our safety," Chris walked away. He pulled Richard by the arm as they walked inside the building."Scared now? Good for you, now you know the kind of shit you have gotten yourself into," Chris hissed."Well I'm not the main target, it's you they want to kill," Richard tried to act tough.Chris pulled Richard aside, in the hallway just before the elevator in the building."Look, you can walk away now. It's going to get d

Chris and Michael took their seats at the head of the table, and it was then that everyone sat down in their respectful seats. The atmosphere in the room was so tense that you could almost smell metal in the air. Michael moved forward and took the mic. "Please, let's commence." His voice was thick and exuded authority. To Chris, it was like his father had become a different person. Michael's attendant, Mrs Yvonne walked to her laptop and played a demo of the project on the screen. Everyone's eyes looked at the screen silently as it displayed projections of the profit the project would acquire in the long run. "As we can see, the profit doubles when we launch it in the fashion season which is April to mid-June. That way, we can generate massive profits," she paused and smiled at the executives. "Thank you for watching this. Any questions?" She stepped away from the screen. Arthur cleared his throat. "So we will be working together with GLAM for this?" He asked Mrs Yvonne. "Surely

The meeting place wasn't originally what he had intended it to be. He expected a huge private boxing ring in a penthouse where he would have access to sophisticated training equipment. But Chris was very disappointed, to his surprise. It was an empty warehouse close to the river. And it was at night again. Chris reluctantly stepped out of the car and switched off the ignition. he noticed several parked cars in the distance, probably her protection detail. He was even more surprised that none of them even bothered to stop him as he walked around aimlessly. But he was sure that they saw him. "Yo!"Chris nearly jumped away. He was surprised to meet Sarah behind him. He took his time to study her. She wore sports tracks heads down. "Hello?" She waved her hands in his face. "Huh? Hey, don't do that, you scared me into a trance," he forced a smile. He wondered what weapons she was hiding under those large tracks. Sarah gestured towards the warehouse. "Let's head in," she suggested. C

"Come inside let's talk," Chris tried to persuade her. Rose shook her head. "No way," she stared inside the open room. "God knows what shit you want to do to me," she held her gun. "Shit, we are talking about my uncle," he eyed the gun at her side. "And you will certainly not need that." He assured her. "Just to let you know." She brought a gun from her back pocket and wagged it in his face. "This one contains non-lethal bullets." She popped the magazine open and showed me the plastic bullets. "Stings as hell but it won't break any bones. And I won't be scared to shoot you in the head if it happens." She held the gun in her hand. Chris shrugged. "Trust me—""Trust what? That you won't touch me? We both know how you can control your hormones when you are near me when there's no one around," Rose lowered her voice. A maid pushed a trolley past them and she bowed her head in greeting and Chris waved at her in response. "Look, I'm not doing anything. I'm serious, I need your help. I