Roselvett arrived home that evening with a frown on her face, one that could tell that she wasn't ready for any drama. She storms into the sitting room, heading up to her room. The feeling was so grand that she couldn't notice her dad sitting on the sofa."No greetings, dear?" Tom asked, watching her go up the stairs, but he got no reply. Mr. Tom was resting in his normal position watching his favourite movie series... The Star Wars saga."Rose! R-osse!!" He called out, now louder, but all he could hear was her room door banging and locked, the sound echoing in the spacious living room.What could be her reason for acting that way? He asked himself, should it be a means of saying No to Mr. Brown again?He stands up, walking up the stairs, heading to her room, his bare feet making the swish, swish sound on the tiled floor. "Roselvett!!" He calls out as he approaches her door."Dad, I want to be alone for goodness sake!!" Rose answered aggressively. "Can you respect my decisions for once

"No need for that, Romsey said to him. There's always a time for everything, Rob. He smiled gently. Robson smirks with a feeling of frustration; he is a man of action and is always ready to set the ball rolling. He inserts his phone into his pocket."But, boss, it is said that one needs to be careful with whoever has access to his toothbrush; those niggas messed with the wrong man. You need to take action immediately. I feel it's time they get a toothache." Romsey smiles gently at Rob's humor. "That's quite nice, but let's allow the bird to swim in the lake for a while before taking it to the ocean." Rob laughs loudly as Romsey picks up the TV remote to change the channels."Hey guys, there's a call from the grand master," Herbert entered, a man in his late 40s, one of Eleanor's special advisors. "The call is for you, young master," he kneels as he hands Romsey the phone."Hello, my son, your account has been credited with $500,000,000. Please do well to use that for a start." Romsey

BACK IN MR. TOM'S APARTMENT. Tom walked towards the stranger, eager to understand if there was anything wrong. He sat on the other side of the chair, picked up a newspaper, and began to look into it, though he wasn't reading. He was searching for the best approach to start a lengthy conversation.He cleared his throat, "Err... Eer... mm. What did you say your name was?" Tom asked, his face still buried in the pages."David, sir. David Lesnar," he replied."That's a good name. I once had a friend named David, but his last name wasn't Lesnar; it was David Jones. He was a good man," Tom replied, trying to sound friendly. "What do you do for work? What about your parents?" he continued."I work with the Hush Company, a branch of Lakesville Land and Housing Co.," David began. Before now, three things had introduced him to Tom, as they always said, 'As you dress, so shall you be addressed.' Tom had assessed his outfit, and his looks, and looked out for a sign of wealth like Brown's, but fo

The call lingered for some hours, the silence thick with tension as Eleanor's tone sounded surprised."I feel we've got a greater emergency, young master," the helplessness in her face was vivid."Don't be so worried," Romsey replied with a cold and unshaken demeanor, though beneath his calm exterior, a storm of worry churned."She's not breathing anymore, Ma," the last words from the guards sounded like a great shock to Eleanor, her voice trembling with fear."Speed this up!!" she yelled at Robson, her desperation evident as she urged him to speed up the car.*****In some minutes, they turned into the parking lot at Zeniths Medical Center, the flashing lights and frantic movements of the medical staff creating a sense of urgency."Help! Please!!, Help!" Eleanor's cries pierced the chaos, her desperation echoing through the corridors of the hospital.she rushed into the hallway, her heart pounding with fear as she prayed for a miracle, while Romsey's demeanor continued to be cold as h

Dickson arrives timely at the Global Resort, an hotel in the outskirts of Montreal. The Global Resort was always noted for its grandeur and high-standing reputation, a classic and outstanding hotel in the city of California. Dickson stopped his Vespa bike at the parking garage, jumped down, and pulled off his helmet. Drops of sweat rushing down his face, as though hurrying to kiss his lips; he wiped them off with his fingers. "Hey man, De Robert Deliveries," he said, pointing out his card to the security guard who posed at the gate. "Go towards that entrance; you'll find the receptionist table right in front," the security said, directing Dickson to the inner room. "Thanks, man," Dickson replied with a smile as he walked into the spacious room. "Delivery package to be delivered in person, no payment made," Dickson said, his brows raised as he talked to the lady who sat at the receptionist table. "Room 064, sir. Please take this way up," she said, pointing lazily to the hallway.