Heart racing at what Cynthia just said, Hilda was frozen to the spot. She watched as the woman staggered back to the poolside and grabbed another bottle of wine. Hilda noticed that most of the women around the pool had slowly left, it was just her, Cynthia, and a nosey lady by the side who was more interested in what was going on with herself and Cynthia rather than the swimming she'd come for. "A Kingston you said?" Hilda asked, hoping her voice did not betray her emotions - fear, disgust, murder. Cynthia gulped down another glass of wine and nodded aggressively, "What do you want? DNA results?" She asked drunkenly, her voice rising an octave higher. From her movements and gestures, she wouldn't be able to have a decent discussion in just a few minutes, she was taking the wine too hard and too fast. She was drunk. "Oh, you have no idea what I'll need to see before I believe that crap!" Hilda retorted, glaring at her. Cynthia laughed, she leaned on the table and then belched loudl
The sun was high up in the sky, its rays quite scorching. Jeremy wore a pair of sunglasses as he looked down from the balcony of his office, his mind far off, deep in thought. Jeremy had not been at the Mercury Healer for quite a long time, he had a piling desk of paperwork and although his secretary, Bob, was very helpful, there was only so much that the man could do.The company was doing quite well, although clients remained questioning the CEO's identity, they still invested and worked with the Mercury Healer Healer. Jeremy realized that although some people still could not link him to the mercury healer as the CEO, they sure had their suspicions and one of such people was Bob, his secretary.Although Bob did not say anything nor had he even insinuated about such since he started working for Jeremy, Jeremy could see in the man's eyes sometimes when the topic was being mentioned that Bob had his theories and Jeremy was in that mix somewhere. "You have a visitor downstairs," a voi
Hilda paced the length of the room, she couldn't seem to get her feet to stop moving even if she tried. Her face was contorted into an ugly frown and her fist clenched until her knuckles whitened. "You're going to get a heart attack, mum, the doctor has said that your blood pressure is very high and you need to calm down," Gilbert advised as calmly as he could when he noticed that he was beginning to gasp for breath. "I am fine! The doctor is a bloody idiot who doesn't know anything but how to get his monthly cheque!" She snapped, spittle flying as she spoke. Gilbert sighed and kept mute in his seat. He should have guessed that she wouldn't react in any other way than that. Hilda fumed, she still didn't take her seat despite what her son was saying. And yes, she knew she was at risk of a heart attack. She had been since the horrible incident with Bradford. The humiliation was getting out of hand and the money that she'd lost was beginning to take a toll on the family's finances."F
An ice cream truck sang loudly beside the car as Jeremy sat in front of the bank, waiting for Benedict to meet him. It was a Thursday noon and Jeremy had a lot of meetings just waiting for him at the office, but Benedict's matter was something that needed all his attention. The driver turned the air conditioner higher as he noticed that Jeremy was getting a little shifty in his seat. But he had no idea that it had nothing to do with the heat but the anxiety of waiting for Benedict's arrival. A few minutes later, Jeremy was already reaching for his phone to call Hanson. "What do you have for me?" He asked and the man told him that there was no development on the withdrawal. It could not be traced and it was as if it had just vanished, from the account to thin air. "You've searched all Kingston's accounts at the same time that the withdrawal was made? Gilbert too?" He asked. Hanson said he'd tried his best, "Their official accounts have not received anything of such an amount for the
Jeremy spent a full night, missing sleep and any rest just to sort through the account records that Benedict had given to him. It looked as dormant as he would have expected. The last transfer had been made when lord Kingston was still operational and living with his family. In the following years after his disappearance, there was no activity whatsoever in his private account. The money remained intact in an unknown currency, even Benedict had no exact idea how much lord Kingston had in his account. Kingston was not called the most powerful man in the city for nothing, he had the wealth of a hundred men and oftentimes people criticized him for living like an ordinary man when he should have been living like some god. As much as Jeremy could understand why Kingston decided to split his wealth between partners, he still could not fathom why he would deny his son access to his account. He had enough money to take care of his family many years after his disappearance even if they neve
It felt good to see the Sinclair firm standing strong again after the unfortunate incident that ruined the entire place. As Jeremy drove in, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight.The building was towering, the signpost proud at the entrance and the grass had been replaced with synthetic grass carpets that looked way healthier than the original thing. Jeremy couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of plastic. At the parking lot, he could see Sinclair's car on the left side as he stepped out and shut his door, locking the car behind him. The lobby was redesigned a little but he could still see some semblance of the old firm in the renovations. In the elevator, he looked at his watch, it was a few minutes after noon and he was happy to have arrived on time. His mission at the bank proved abortive. Benedict had not been kidding when he said that he was risking his life and entire career just by getting copies of the records. Jeremy was barely allowed into the accountant's office and
Cynthia was placed under the heat of the midday sun, her eyes flicking at her watch now and then. She was a little anxious to meet the anonymous caller who had asked to see her. She was well aware that she'd stirred up a little talk in town with her sudden emergence, but she was basking in it. "How long are they going to keep us here for? We've been waiting for forever," Tricia, who was in the back of the car, snapped. Cynthia rolled her eyes at her daughter and replied, "We came here earlier than we were supposed to, in fact, technically it's just not time for the meetup yet," she stated. Tricia groaned and muttered something under her breath about rich people and their nasty habits. "You'll have to quit saying that, Tee," Cynthia warned her but she retorted defensively that it was the truth. "But I'm right, mum, rich people don't care about anyone but themselves, and right now, we're trying to get into their world, it's gonna be frustrating," she groaned again. Cynthia leveled
The smell of coffee and freshly baked loaves was thick in the air. Sinclair grabbed his mug and it warmed his fingertips as he blew on the surface of the brown liquid. "All that sugar isn't so good for a man your age," Jeremy reminded him as he drank his latte. “You need to live a little, Jeremy," Sinclair replied with a smug smile. Jeremy rolled his eyes and grabbed his cup of espresso. He did not order the pancake-like the lawyer did because he didn't have an appetite for anything other than Chinese soup. Sinclair was allergic to Chinese food and so he had turned down the offer to meet at the exquisite Chinese restaurant downtown. But even with his allergy, Sinclair sometimes indulged in the nice dish. He was an embodiment of a strong and resilient man. Earlier that day, Jeremy could still remember walking into him making a phone call with a client that he was representing for a murder case. It was a surprise how Sinclair bounced back right on his feet after such a tragic incide