10 Days For The Dejected Nathan Wade

CHAPTER 7

Nathan's POV

It was 7:49 in the morning. I had no sleep. My daughter was out there in the hands of unknown men and I was here in the luxury of my house, sitting comfortably.

All through the night, I and Arthur planned the next day. Finding my daughter, avenging myself.

No Alpha would sleep when a member of his pack goes missing, especially not his little cub. He would tear the world down to find that cub.

I had my wound treated and my hair trimmed the night before. I was treated like a King. A fucking rich King.

I quickly took a shower and got dressed. My room was heaven on earth. It was as large as the whole rooms in my old house combined.

Besides the space in the house, everything in the house was automated, so there was little need for a maid.

As I opened my cabinet, I was confused as to which cloth and shoe I should pick from. There were tons of expensive clothes and the most expensive shoes lying right in front of me.

I stood in front of the grand, huge mirror as I wore the Italian suit. This was a fine wool that accentuated meticulous craftsmanship.

As I adjusted the perfectly tailored jacket, I couldn't help but admire the dress.

Next there were tons of watches for me to pick from. Expensive ones. I simply went with the Swiss gold watch. This life was good. And this was the life my daughter would get to enjoy once I rescued her.

Quickly, I met with Arthur who was already dressed and ready for the day too.

"You look good sir. The whole team and staff are super eager to meet you, sir." Arthur said excitedly as we walked towards the car park area, escorted by a maid.

I stopped walking and faced Arthur, then I took off my glasses. "Look, I know we've talked about getting back to Kensington so hard, but I have a request. I want to remain in the shadows for now. My identity should remain hidden. Everyone thinks I'm just a regular broke ass cop looking for his daughter. Let it remain that way!" I demanded.

Arthur nodded "Affirmative, sir! We'll be sure to get you a face mask covering if you want! See, ee are currently working on a massively huge project sir and…"

"I'm aware. You'll tell me all about it in the office and introduce me to my personal trainer. For now, drive me safely to the company. I can't wait to get there!"

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"Fuck!" It was just as I saw on TV and the internet. This building was fucking tall and huge.

The more wealth I saw, the more I understood why my father acted the way he acted. Especially when I think of my little Clara, I understood how important it is for a man to make some tough choices. It was all for his family.

As soon as my convoy approached the main entrance, there were already properly dressed security men saluting me and followed in marching besides my car to avoid any insecurities.

As we drove in, there was already a crowd of staff who were there to welcome me.

Fuck! This life…. This is life.

"Told you, they'd be happy to meet you!" Arthur giggled gently.

"I see. Can I get my mask now? It feels weird."

Finally, the slow moving car stopped at the front stoop. All the other 2 cars behind me stopped as well.

Quickly, four men in black suits and dark shades quickly ran and opened the door for me. As soon as I came out and stood properly, I breathed wealth. I breathed riches and glory.

I could only imagine Amanda and Clara besides me. I would feel more complete. I will work fucking hard to make sure I find my daughter at all costs.

Over hundreds of people stood there, applauding me as I walked past them. Good thing my face was covered.

"It's time for your speech, sir! The stage is set!" Arthur whispered.

"What?! You didn't tell me I was having a speech?"

"Well, I'd say it's all part of your father's plan. You're good, young master. The stage is yours." Arthur reassured me and gave me a thumbs up.

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"Greetings, Architects, artists and creatives. It's been many years and I'm glad to be back again. I'm not uptight and together, we'll create a multiverse full of unimaginable buildings, cities, arts that would shape the future. The future is here. We are the future. Thank you!"

A resounding unanimous applause came from the audience.

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My office was classical. Everything was marvellous, but I had no time to keep fantasizing about these things. I had 10 days to find my daughter. I had 8 days left. I had to keep the deal with Laura even though I can now choose not to. But I will remain the broke ass Nathan Wade, the broke cop they knew, working from the shadows.

Arthur introduced me to Abigail, my personal trainer. She would guide me through….

Oh fuck! She was a beautiful queen. Her radiant face was so clean that I could literally lick it up. She was perfectly fit. Her hips, her butt, her boobs. They were so enticing. I kept staring at her like I wasn't a married man.

Good thing she was married too!

Time flew by like the wind. It was already clocking 1:30pm and I had been having a stressful day. Learning about how to handle the company, working on developing the new project, keeping track of information about my daughter's kidnap.

What made it more sweaty was the fact that I had to wear a face mask each time I walked around the company to see new buildings and learn new things.

Being rich was cool but also fucking stressful. Well, I had to chew it all.

As I sat down gently on the armless sofa in my office to take a rest, I couldn't help but wonder what could be going through my daughter's mind. She should be hating me now because I have not come to rescue her as I promised. I was just such a confused pathetic man.

But slowly, I was regaining purpose. Thanks to my choice of returning to my past. I couldn't have thought of a better way of survival.

I grabbed my phone and tried czlling Amanda. The phone rang several times, but she did not pick up! Was this how our marriage would end? As easy as drinking mint water from a glass cup?

Suddenly, the door opened and Arthur entered, a folder in his hand and an airpod in his ear, making calls.

"Sir. You have a visit request. This person has written over 20 request letters to meet with the CEO of The Clifford's Arch Company. He has a proposal! We've done a dealership with his firm years ago" Arthur said, trying to sign some documents.

I immediately stood up. "Who's he? What's his firm's name?"

"James Noah, a managing director of one of the branches of the Kensington company! He's in the waiting room, sir!"

"Let the man in!" I smiled.