“Any extra arms on them?”“Nah”Mark hadn't seen anything with the X-ray glasses, he'd put on when he entered the hall. The glasses were in his pocket now as he straightened his suit in front of the mirror.“Any other useful piece of information?”Mark prepared to open the door. He could hear the voices of impatient men outside.“Someone seems to be trailing Charlie. Someone that seems to be working with Capuedo's men as well”His boss rolled his eyes. “Give up this Charlie story Mark”“Apologies folks. Door got jammed”, he said as he opened the door. He let some of them come in, making his way out of there.“It's not a story if it's obvious. The men communicate with one another and one of them is obviously out of Charlie.”“Well, maybe Wilde's hired them”“Hired them?”“It could be. There is an unspoken animosity between the two men and it just happens that Wilde looses his shares at Voxx and Charlie seems a million bucks richer the next week. He'd need to bully Charlie into getting

“Mark? Mark couldn't be here”It had been the same guy she'd spotted from above, the same guy that had been so strikingly familiar.“It couldn't be”The lady she'd been conversing with, noticed how distracted she was.“Fiona?”“Yes ma'am, you were saying?”“As I was saying dear, the dojad eggs taste quite different from well, most I've tasted. A little tingy in taste…I presume it's not a basic recipe and it could a little bit of improv…”Whatever the woman was saying Fiona wasn't listening. What conversation could her father possibly be having with the young man? Her father wasn't the type to take too well with people, especially people of her generation. His oversight of them, a general stereotype he was almost bigoted about, was that they were mostly irresponsible with unproductive mindsets. A self obsessed personality, she found he hardly had friends, talk less of attempting to make new friends.“Argh! A roach!”Fiona's attention snapped away from them as the woman jumped in panic.

“Like I was saying, there's an unspoken animosity between us.”Wilde turned yet again to Charlie. “I know you are the one who let all that information out. You’ve always wanted me out so bad, Charlie. You can't deny that. And immediately I had my shares withdrawn,..”Wilde snapped his fingers. “You went for it”Wilde paused to smile. “You've always been a greedy fool. That's why you couldn't even pay off your own debt”“That wasn't me.”“Then who was it Charlie?”, Wilde responded in question, his tone no longer chilly and calm.“You can't tell me you didn't buy those shares because how do you explain this?”, Wilde smashed the printed white sheet of paper on the table in front of Charlie. He bent over, the level of his face matching up to Charlie's.“Tell me Charlie. Even if we were to assume you didn't buy the shares and you have so much more money but you're indebted to Capuedo, how did you afford two hundred and fifty thousand hectares of land just a week after the scandal?”Charlie

Tension and silence ruptured the living room. The guests had been completely taken aback by the situations and some of them wasted no time to whisper among themselves. What the @#&@ was wrong with her? Lana's eyes stared dead at Rosa who held her head in pain. She freed herself suddenly from those who held her, but moved back stealthily instead of charging forward.“You think I'm crazy Rosa? You haven't even seen the half of it”, Lana threatened, giving a little scoff. She continued.“I hope you see in my dreams Rosa. I hope I'm the reason you stay awake. Because there's no way you are having peace after what you've done. @#₦@@!”With these words, Lana walked out the door, yanking her car door with the same energy with which she'd banged it closed. She reversed roughly as well, the tortoise car zooming off at a speed that seemed too high for it's small space-occupying mass. Mark watched the car ride out roughly, repeating the car's plate number.“YOR2328”Priscy turned her direction

“Mark, are you even listening to anything I'm saying?”, Matthew asked, snapping Mark back into reality. He glanced from his agent to the screen of his phone which Mark quickly turned off.“Sir? Yes sir. I'm…”, Mark said, putting his phone screen in temporary blankness as he slid into his pocket.“Priscy…”, Mark said, then shaking his head to shake the thoughts of as that wasn't what he intended to say.“I'm sorry Boss”Matthew looked at his agent.“Is everything okay with you Mark? You've been acting pretty off lately since the operation”, Matthew asked, glancing at Mark for a second as he had to keep his eyes on the road. The police station was in sight but Matthew was going to deviate to ensure Dougle's body was delivered.Mark turned to Matthew, making Matthew glance again.“Oh my God.”“What?”“We forgot Priscy”The realization made the boss think again. “Are you sure?”“Woah!”Matthew swerved sharply, almost hitting the incoming car in the one lane route they were on. Matthew had