“You know what? It’s alright. It’s alright. I’m going to stop bugging her.” Charles relented, and Kohler felt relieved and happy that she managed to get him to back out.“Good. I’m glad you know what’s best for you. By the way, I’m done having a conversation with you. I’ve got to go.” Kohler said, then left. Kohler dropped her phone and let out a sharp relieved breath. She didn’t know that she would be able to pull it off excellently, but she was glad she was able to do it.Her phone rang again, and then she answered the call.“Oh, thank goodness. For you to have answered the call, it must have gone well.” Deborah uttered softly, sounding relieved.“Yes, it did. Although, it wasn’t easy, but then, I pulled it off.”“I’m so glad you did. Alright, I think we need to meet, so we can deliberate on what to do with the recording, and how to guard it, if it needs to be kept.” Deborah uttered, and Kohler agreed.She drove off to that same restaurant where they were meant to meet, and even wh

“Can I get more of these?” Kohler asked, going about her shopping, trying to ignore the man staring at her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over her. The man, standing across the aisle, was fixated on her, his gaze piercing through her like a dagger. There was a long nasty scar so close to his right eye, and it only helped his unwavering stare make her skin crawl. The feeling she felt could be likened to an insect under a microscope.Every move she made, every snack she picked up, was met with an unblinking gaze. It was as if he was studying her, analyzing her every action. Once more, Kohler tried to brush it off, thinking maybe he was just lost in thought, but the intensity of his stare made it impossible to ignore.Why in the world was he staring at her!? Was he a pickpocket waiting for her, or someone with a nasty intention?Kohler’s discomfort grew with each passing moment. Her heart raced, and her palms grew sweaty. “Can you hurry with that please, and where c

A message then came on his phone from a strange number.“Having fun, trying to breach my walls, then. Well, you ought to have known by now, that it isn’t possible, except you’re okay with being destroyed, and still not getting what you want.”Quincy squeezed his face, and could almost punch through anything to let out the frustration which was eating him up. Then he texted him, back.“Enough of these games, and cut to the chase!” He texted, feeling impatient, already.Then another text came in.“Alright, If you are ready to work on my terms, to get your daughter, you’ll have to pay 5 billion dollars and I give you just three days to provide that.”Right there, Quincy felt something huge drop in his heart, like a sinking rock.Although, he was capable enough to provide that money, but he had to keep his identity, hidden. He couldn’t possibly pay it, without Kohler questioning him on how he got the money. Even though he told her that a friend or a Samaritan helped with the money, she wo

Kohler got home that night, feeling devastated. She wished none of this never happened. She wished that she was there to protect her child and that they took her, instead of her child.On getting home, she just sat in the living room, thinking deeply.“Kohler, Kohler.” She heard her name, suddenly, and then came back to reality.Quincy had just come back from where he went to, and he reeked of alcohol.“So, the next thing is to drink alcohol? Why didn’t you invite me over, so, we could both wallow in sadness? Oh, you didn’t tell me the full story of what I needed to know, right?” Kohler confronted him but spoke calmly as she looked at him.“I don’t understand, Kohler. Where is this coming from?” Quincy questioned, not expecting her to react this way, after leaving her.“Why didn’t you say anything about the abductor, telling you that you should provide a sum of five billion dollars?”His expression changed, and his eyelids fluttered, taken aback by her sudden question.“How…. how did

Quincy drove off to his office and threw away the milkshakes as he couldn’t see any time, close enough that he would have the appetite for it.“Good morning, Quincy. How was your night?” Scott asked as he walked into his office, and stood before him.“Well, it was okay. My morning was just a little sour.”“What happened?” Scott asked, out of concern.“That brat, Deborah, I bumped into her, and she tried to poison my mind, saying different things about how Kohler would eventually leave me,” Quincy spoke his mind.“Come on, you should know better than to take her word for it. You know Kohler very well, so anything anyone says, shouldn’t bother you.” Scott spoke, to make Quincy feel better.“I know, right? It’s just difficult to wash off the annoyance that still lingers in me. But I’ll be fine, soon.” “You will. I know that.” Scott added.“Anyways, what’s the schedule for today? I shouldn’t allow my experience, this morning to rid me of my responsibilities.”“Exactly. That should be the