Adrian watched all she did in silence and indeed let himself have a good view. He actually was silent because he wanted her to think she actually had a choice in this matter. He sat down back and watched her sit directly on his table. She was adding a little bit of seduction to the threat, this girl was the devil incarnate but Adrian knew it was good having people like her under him. Considering the kind of power that he held now, he needed to have as many people under him as possible and they should all have different things they each do.“So what do you think about my little request,” she said, holding his tie and bringing her mouth closer to his and he could perceive her usual rose perfume scent. That was one of the things that turned his head towards her, she knew how to actually prop herself up.“I think you are a little mistaken,” he said with a clear face just staring. “Oh, am I?* She asked with a smile, “how so?” She inquired softly. “Well, for starters, I don't actually se
Adrian arrived at Brooke's mansion with the drugs he was supposed to get for one of the twins, he held his hand up unconsciously to knock on the door, just as he did the door swung open and he leaned forward by mistake, his hand colliding with the person at the door.He paused for a few moments and raised his head slowly as he stared the person in the eye for three full seconds before a scream rushed from the person's lungs and before he could apologize, a backhand struck him in the face. It caught him off guard and he landed on his butts, the content of the drugs spilling from his hand.“Are you insane?” Lady Barbara asked, walking towards him as he laid on the ground, groaning in pain. The woman looked at him. “You know, I never understood what it is about you but I can't seem to get rid of your goddamn stupid face and all the time you'd always be in the way. It seems you have a death wish or something,” she explained. “Look just now you tried to punch me, is that your way of revol
Sensing his eagerness, Mr Anthony chuckled. “Let me walk you through it then,” he started.“Okay, what we need is a body double. I will give you the contacts of one man, you need to negotiate with him to get the double without him knowing who it is for, if he should find out we will need every means to keep him quiet,” he explained. “This project cannot be leaked out or your father's fake death is compromised,” “I understand,” he replied and the man hung up. He satHe sent the contact to him and he saw the name on it. “Blood,” and Adrian shook to the core. Then he realized Blood was a surname, it isn't just common. He was however skeptical that a man that happens to deal in bodies was named Blood.Adrian dialed the contact on the phone and he waited while it rang. He didn't understand why they'd want to use a body double, and where they were even going to get one. He'd accepted the request due to his eagerness to please this man that had handed him the power that seemed divine to him
Adrian took a cab and confidently paid with his credit card without even worrying if there was enough on it. He remembered a day ago when he was trying to get mail for Lady Barbara and she didn't even give him money to get a ride. He had to walk all the way and when he came back, he still got scolded for being late. He shook his head as he glared at the street through the car's window. He noticed the skyscrapers that scattered around the city and its feeble attempt to keep nature flourishing with parks and small gardens littered across it. He smiled at himself once again, fulfilled. This was the first time in his entire life that he noticed the beauty of the city. Usually he was walking across this area disturbed and depressed. There were many times the thought of death crossed his mind but he kept pushing. “Oi mate, where do ya say ya be heading to earlier,” the cab man said in an old english accent that made Adrian glance at him with curiosity.“The Hale's morgue,” he said with a
Adrian walked in and took in the environment. The room he went inside was like the receptionist room with a large barricaded area housing two people as receptionists, both in plain blue uniforms with nose masks and gloves. The area was a little bit crowded than he'd expected and also more arranged than what he imagined a morgue would be. He glanced at Blinks who acted like he didn't know him and headed down to sit at the waiting chairs where people sat. He stood for a second unable to determine what to do next. He glanced at the receptionist table then at the waiting chair. He was unsure whether to just skip everyone at the waiting chair or he should just sit down in line like them.The issue was he didn't know what they were waiting for, he shrugged and just went to the receptionist. “Good evening,” he said as it was already seventeen hundred hours. “Go and wait in line,” the female receptionist commanded without glancing up. She was chewing something underneath her mask while sh
Adrian jerked with fear, he turned around and saw guns pointed at him, his heart raced, slamming against his chest. He'd never seen a gun up close in his life. In fact he's never been caught speeding before or doing something as mundane as shoplifting. The closest he had ever been to a gun was when Lady Barbara wanted to call the police on him and her officers were at the gate to pick him up when Mr Brooke intervened. But currently he had several kinds of guns pointed at him. “Oh my God,” he thought. He didn't know his next line of action for that moment. He looked at the man, Mr Blood's face and he saw how he was watching him with scrutiny, it was at that moment a hit of his confidence came back.“You want to kill me?” He asked, but then chuckled. “Just so you know I didn't come alone, I am just the conduit to a really powerful man who doesn't want to be bothered with such a task as this. If I do not walk out of here alive, he is going to personally come down here to put you out of
Adrian shuddered. “Two Packets?” He inquired in a confused manner. He had never heard of a currency called packets. He stared at them with a thoughtless gaze that made him look stupid but he wasn't planning on waiting around in this room. Although the inherent fear had died down, he was still imagining the dead in the room pushing themselves out of their drawers and coming out to feast on them. It was at this moment he realized he shouldn't have consumed too much of those horror movies as a kid. He exhaled and then turned around to look at them as the one called Whiskey walked towards him and drew the body out completely and began to stuff it in a bodybag. “I hope you brought your car,” he said in a tone that made him feel like he was crossed with a tiger as it was more of a roar than a voice. “Yes I did,” Adrian answered, stepping away as he started to move outside the room. “Oh, you can't leave the room without payment,” Mr Blood stopped him, his usual cheeky smile on his lips.
He didn't need anyone to tell him he was in trouble, he already knew he was in trouble. At this moment, every single fear circuit he had stopped creating an imaginary fear of ghosts. They all focused on the real one right in front of him. Normally, he didn't deal much with Ada, in fact he avoided her like a plague. She was the first daughter of the family and she had a pride that even Lady Barbara would salute in front. Now that she was pregnant, she felt irritated easier and most of the time anyone beside her is usually the one who has to bear the brunt of her incessant and unpredictable burst of anger. Currently, he was the one beside her and to make matters worse, it felt as if she had been looking for him. He sighed and just held his cheeks as if it really stung him that hard to buy time and cook up a lie. He just realized that the excitement he'd felt today was about to make a cartwheel and haunt him. “You still haven't answered the damn question,” she reminded him and stepped