Sinclair paced the length of his office, he needed answers and so far, nothing was coming up, Jeremy seemed to be a ghost that was suddenly out to haunt him and destroy his already Shay career. Twice in a month, he was going to lose a case and this time, it was making the news. There was surely no way in hell that he could pay the media away from this one, not when they filled up the entire court premises like vultures scavenging for carcasses. "You all have nothing! 24 hours gone and nothing?!" He snapped at his workers who all came with the same report he'd have gotten off Google right at home or perhaps if he wanted to take it a step further, from any cyber cafe in town. He knew that Jeremy was hiding something and he was trying extra hard to keep it hidden. All his searches had produced no results. Sinclair hissed as he picked up the report and stared at it again, he was not buying it. Jeremy Harrison ought to be a normal man, with a job as a medical consultant, earning a mini
Senator David Wood stared at Jeremy as he arrived in his Lincoln. The sky was dark, the clouds threatening a heavy downpour soon, though it was autumn. David had a smile on his face, he was taking over the case, even the press wrote about him for the past two days and he was no longer portrayed as the corrupt senator who had to be sent away for stealing the people's money, no, he was now an enigma. Too quickly, there was a divide and he had some people on his side still among the press and he didn't even have to buy their loyalty. Although he still wondered what he'd done to Jeremy to deserve such favor or what it would take to pay it back, David was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he was not going to jail anymore. Chris looked outside the courtroom, he could see the press team had gathered already. It was little wonder Sinclair hated their guts. Their habit was not different from that of the scavenger, a vulture who came to find a carcass and called the entire assembly t
In the courtroom, Sinclair had suddenly gone silent, he had nothing else to say, all his points had been countered by the new lawyer and the judge seemed even more impressed at her steady and knowledgeable man. After a few minutes, the witness was led to the stand and he had to ask questions. Sinclair could only ask for his name and age and to give a recollection of what happened that night. "My name is Oliver Luke, I am 32 years old, I have been working for the ministry since I was fresh out of college, however, in...well, I had to leave briefly for a few years due to some___ " "Is there a reason you were dismissed? Violence? Drugs? Harassment?" Sinclair asked, virtually looking for whatever he could pin on the witness and have him disqualified. "Objection my lord, my client never said he was dismissed, he said he had to take a brief leave, that doesn't mean dismissal or being fired." Mr Michael said. "Well, it's one and the same thing, he was being told to leave." Sinclair insi
It was mid-morning when Jeremy set up a meeting with David Wood after a phone call with Hanson didn't exactly go the way he planned. Jeremy needed information about Sinclair's newest case, he's gotten a tip that the loss of David's case did not affect another case which he'd been handling for quite some time Sinclair was bound to put in all his anger and rage into the next case. After waiting at his phone and home line patiently for the next two days and receiving no call from Sinclair, Jeremy realized it was high time he acted before the barrister did. As much as he knew it would be an unforgivable threat to his career if he made Sinclair lose yet another case, Jeremy had no choice, he had to keep hitting the man until he reacted. As Jeremy drove down to the fancy hotel where David Wood lodged, he thought of how resilient Sinclair actually was. The man had no doubt seen the failure right before it hit him but he'd stood his ground up until the last minute when the judge made the
Jeremy left the bar that afternoon, a little renewed, he had the answer he needed, he had a name and he had numbers - the address of the oil magnate and business mogul. Outside the hotel, he received a call from Hanson informing him that Ella was out of the state on a private jet and he couldn't track her destination. "I can feel it, something isn't right, make sure to call me once you get any information about her." He said and Hanson agreed. "Alright, sir, I'll be on the lookout." He said."One more thing, Hanson, give me all the latest deals of the oil magnate, Titus Miller, I need to get into his circle." He said. "Boss, he's currently on a case, he's trying to have the mafia boss jailed, and...he hasn't been in the public scene for several months," Hanson said. "I know, that's why I want to get into his circle, business functions, anything you can think of, tell me what he does and who it does it with, I need to get to him ASAP." He said, "On it boss." Hanson replied and the
The morning air was crisp and it smelt strongly of coffee, freshly brewed. Bob, Jeremy's secretary, had arrived early that morning to give him some weekly reports about the company. The young man sat right beside him as he looked through the papers carefully. Jeremy knew that the success and failure of any organization was in management. For weeks, he had been unavailable at his office and he knew he had to be back or soon, he'd suffer loss, and the entire firm might suffer it too. "Reschedule all my meetings today, I'll take care of them as soon as I'm back." He said. Bob sighed and realized that he was down it outwardly, he clutched his mouth, horrified, and quickly apologized for it. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I did that." He said. Jeremy signed too, "You have a lot on your mind, Bob, out with it." He said and the young man shook his head. Jeremy simply stared at him intently and he began to speak. "We have been having some clients leave, your presence is being missed sir
Jeremy Harrison drove like the devil was on his heel. The journey from the farmhouse which Titus Miller used as a safehouse and the city was far apart but in a matter of less than an hour, he covered it. He arrived at the airport some minutes later and scanned the area. She was nowhere in sight and her phone was ringing but she didn't pick up. Frustrated, Jeremy had a call and all flights were halted and the planes searched. "Make sure no one leaves without my knowledge, lock all entrances." He ordered and the man obeyed instantly. As Jeremy paced at the terminal, he could feel his heart pounding, he did not want anything to happen to his girl, Ella. There was a ruckus at the far end of the airport and then, he saw Ella being brought out, her clothes rumbled, her hair a disheveled mess. "Jeremy!" She snapped as soon as she caught sight of him and ran to hug him. "I'm sorry I came late, are you okay?" He asked as she shook in his hold. Jeremy pulled away to gaze into her eyes,
Jeremy was shocked but he schooled his hurt expression and did not jerk or respond the typical way she had expected. "When was he taken?" He asked politely without even asking her if she had a boyfriend or why. Ella suddenly looked away, unable to meet his eyes. She was uncomfortable in his presence and began to fumble with the edge of the duvet. "Are you okay? Do you need the maid to bring you anything?" Jeremy asked. Ella shook her head and looked at him oddly, she hadn't expected him to take the information lightly, almost like he wasn't affected. "I...listen...I know that we ought to marry once, my father betrothed us before you suddenly disappeared many years ago," she started and even if he insisted that she didn't owe him an explanation, she continued, feeling guilty for suddenly telling him about it. "I had to move in, I found Matthew, and he...he loves me and I love him and we want to be together." She said, Jeremy simply nodded and told her she had his approval, he was