Jeremy Harrison smiled as he got out of the car, his eyes set on a high building that looked to be a factory. He could not believe he'd been looking for one man for so many days. "Are you sure I'm at the right place?" He asked Hanson who was on the phone with him. "Yes, it's the noodles factory down south, right?" He asked and Jeremy confirmed, "I know what you're thinking." "Yeah, I was expecting a Kingston to be better off, if he's working in some factory then he should either own it or something close, but no, he's just a shift worker," Jeremy said as he pulled on his hat and moved down the steep path to the factory. He'd parked his Bentley a good distance away, hoping not to draw so many eyes to himself but even as he went down the path, he could see a few workers stop by and stare at him, maybe his suit? Jeremy had just finished up from the office when he arrived at the factory, he wished he had the time to change into something more plain - maybe a T-shirt and a pair of jea
Sinclair walked into the Mercury Healer later that same day, he was holding a small suitcase and a lady was right behind him. As he got into the elevator, he pulled out his phone again and rang Jeremy and it went to voicemail. "Let's just hope he's in," he mumbled as he heard the elevator ding and strolled to his office. One tap on the door and he got in. "Hey, Sinclair," Jeremy said as he saw him walk in and on seeing the woman, he gave him a puzzled expression. "Relax, I did try to call to inform you I was coming, right?" He said and Jeremy sighed as he reached for his phone and saw the missed calls from Sinclair. "Yeah, I have been really busy, didn't want to get distracted." He replied and ran a hand through his hair. "Please, have a seat," he said to both of them and gestured at the couch adjacent to him. "What can I get you?" He asked. "A beer would be nice," Sinclair replied with a wink and the lady smiled, asking for water or coffee. "There's no beer in my office, Sincl
The room was dark, just a faint blue light shed its slightly eerie glow around. It was one of those nights when Sinclair needed a cold beer and he had made a bad pick of bars. The bar was at the corner of town, it was supposed to be a quiet place where they could talk without eavesdroppers because, well, nobody would care what they were talking about when girls were gyrating on the dance floor and men were ready to get a feel. "You overdid it today," Jeremy said with a bored expression as he looked at the noisy crowd around him. “That's the whole point, it's supposed to be away from all the wealth and elite bullshit, someplace we can talk without looking over our shoulders," Sinclair replied and Jeremy only stared at him, long enough for him to crack a smile and admit that he didn't think the bar would be that bad. "Yeah, I didn't think the place would be this crowded, I admit." Jeremy sighed and asked him if the lady was running late. He'd finally agreed to bring a third party i
The city was on the brink of chaos. Everyone was talking about the Kingston heir and Jeremy could not have been more upset with how quickly things had gone south in just a matter of days. "I knew it! I knew this was a bad idea, no one was supposed to know of the Kingston heir, no one but us," Jeremy snapped. "You'll have to calm the fuck down, Jeremy, you're getting ahead of yourself here," Sinclair warned. Both men were at the Mercury Healer that morning and watching the afternoon news. It was all over the public space, some people were even making speculations about the lord's whereabouts."I've spoken with the news agency, they'll make sure this is taken care of as soon as possible, all you have to do is calm down and put your head back in the game," the lawyer advised him. Jeremy hissed but remained on his heat. He had an idea how bad it was getting, the other partners were no doubt in on it by now and it was just a matter of time before whoever the heir was got wind of it and
"Are you sure of what you're telling me?" Jeremy asked Hanson over the phone. His attention was taken off the work on his table, he couldn't believe his ears. “Yes, sir, I have a few pictures too," he said and then Jeremy heard his phone beep, clearly he'd dropped a picture. "Thank you, Hanson, you're misy helpful," Jeremy said just as he ended the call. He was fuming with anger as he saw the picture. Hilda and Eugene were both talking to a young man in a restaurant, his head was bowed down slightly and he wore a deep red baseball cap, his eyes behind a pair of Ray-ban. He didn't consider it a choice of fashion, it was clear the man wanted to remain hidden. "Fuck!" Jeremy swore loudly and slammed his fist on the desk at about the same time that his secret, Bob entered. The young man jumped at the sound and almost retreated before Jeremy called him back and asked what the matter was. "Ummm...I can come back if now is not a good time," Bob said meekly, Jeremy glared at him and he qui
Sinclair and Jeremy walked into the restaurant, both men took their seats by the corner booth, and before long the waiter arrived to take their orders. But it was obvious that everyone from the next table was staring at them warily and they even the other workers didn't meet their gaze. "They can smell trouble, Jeremy, we have to take it slow," Sinclair advised, seeing the eagerness on Jeremy's face. Jeremy didn't want to waste any time, he wanted to get whatever information the restaurant had to give and then go on to meet the heir quickly, he couldn't afford to be a step behind again, ever. "We should just place our order and let them get comfortable," Sinclair suggested and Jeremy nodded. Both men ordered a medium rare plate of steak each and a bottle of wine to go with it. "Not so bad for a low-class restaurant," Sinclair noted as he opened the bottle of wine, Jeremy hummed and forked his stake. "Not so cheap either," he replied, looking at the menu. Sinclair nodded. He had a
The monitoring room looked like something from a science fiction movie. Wired and computers lined the walls and a man dressed much like Hanson would when he was in his 'tech cave' sat at the desk. "Excuse us," the woman said stiffly to the man and he quickly left, no doubt recognizing her no-questions tone. "What are we looking at?" Jeremy asked as she led them to the desk and sat down. "You asked for the videos from earlier, didn't you?" She asked and Sinclair nodded but said, "I'd prefer if you gave us the tapes, we'll take the time to view it, I'm sure we wouldn't want to waste much of your time, huh?" The woman glared at him and pointed at the monitor, "This is the best I can do for you, I can't let you take the tapes," she said stubbornly. "We'll burn them, all we need is a copy," Sinclair insisted but she shook her violently and got up from the desk, "I said, no, take it or leave it." Jeremy moved her aside and sat on the desk, scrolling through the mute images. It was a da
Hilda was standing over a mini bridge. Below was a clear lake, the surface rippling with the soft wind. Beside her stood Gilbert, his hands shoved in his pockets. She hadn't felt any better in a very long time. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and her hands held the banister of the small bridge a little too tightly. "He will be here any moment now, Mother," Gilbert said, mirroring his mother's excitement. Hilda nodded at her son, she was quite sure that their guest would come. "Oh I am pretty sure he will come, I have made him an offer even the angels can't resist," Hilda replied with a smile. "That's blasphemy, mother," Gilbert reminded her dutifully. Hilda merely smiled and shrugged, "Not when I'm telling the truth, Eugene and I have been able to convince him that the only way to remain in the city or indeed the land of the living is to partner with us," She said, her tone mischievous. Gilbert laughed, he trusted his mother when he came to negotiations, like she rightly said, sh