Ned squinted at the figure coming toward them. Then he suddenly recognized both of them. The taller man was the man who had come to relay the man's message yesterday while the shorter man…his thoughts trailed off as he cursed under his breath."Godammit!" He muttered under his breath thinking that he should have known better than to give the job to him.Nick pushed the man forward and kept his hold on his shoulder steady. Brad clasped his hands together in front of his body. "Now, are you trying to say you don't know who this guy is?"Ned swallowed, avoiding the gaze of the young man, "No.""He doesn't work for you?""No," his responses were becoming sharper."So every action of this guy is purely his own thinking?""Dammit! How am I supposed to know all of these when I don't even know the boy?!"Brad slapped the boy on his shoulder, "Come on, boy. Speak.""He paid me to stalk her until I find her location," the boy stammered, "He gave me a picture too. He said the job was top secre
"What about the boy, sir?" Brad turned back and his gaze traveled past Nick to the car where the boy was still seated on the car's seat, his wrists and legs bound."I don't know," Brad said dismissively, "Just take care of him. But make sure neither Ned nor one of his thugs gets a hold of him. We might still need him." He paused, though Ava was very good at the sort of thing the boy did, he still thought he might be useful in the future. Ava usually has her hands full. "Take very good care of him," he told Nick and proceeded up the short flight of stairs that led to the elevator.Brad took a refreshing bath. He was in his walk-in closet rummaging his wardrobe for a relaxing wear when his ringing tone disrupted the peace of the room. With his towel still sitting snugly on his hips, he strode to the bed where he had thrown the phone before going for a bath.He grabbed it and the corners of his lips twitched on seeing the caller's ID."Yo, Brad. It's been eons!" Kevin exclaimed the momen
Ned's selected men were stationed at the Yee's Club. Ned had instructed them to always stay by the club and patrol there. Hopefully, Brad or Nick would show up to eat or meet with someone. Then they would be able to get in touch with him and give him the letter Ned had written and handed them.It was the only way Ned could think of to reach his lender. The man who had come bearing his lender's message had refused to let him have either his number or his lender's number. If he had, at least, let Ned have either of their numbers then letting Brad know that they needed to meet wouldn't have been an issue.. Sophia clutched her phone between her ear and shoulder as she got ready to leave the house."Yes mum, I'm almost ready. I'll leave the house now," she said to her mum while grabbing her purse and rummaging for the key in it."When they are through, I'll call you, bye," she said and ended the call. Then she asked for a cab and made her way to the hospital.Lancelot was getting his fir
Brad arched a brow at the caller's ID on his phone's screen."Another update?" He muttered to himself, "This guy is on a roll.""Good afternoon, sir.""Hey, Tony. Afternoon." Even though Brad could already tell that that was why Tony had called, he still asked, "What's the latest update?" "It's actually why I have called," Tony absentmindedly muttered under his breath as he flipped through the files that showcased the details of each of the doctors that just arrived. "The doctors from Russia just arrived not quite long ago. I am currently going through their files once more.""Alright. Keep up the hard work."There was silence on the other end of the line. When Tony said nothing, Brad was about to end the call when Tony spoke up."So you're really not going to be a part of the company?" For some reason, Brad thought that he sounded solemn.Brad massaged the skin between his brows. "Don't worry, Tony. I know what I am doing." His eyes flitted to the files on his desk as he continued s
"What's in the letter? A drawn chequebook for my money?"Nick peered into the envelope. He could see that its content was handwritten but the scribbles were on a plain sheet of paper. "No sir. I think he wrote you a letter."Brad scoffed, "A letter? In this age?""His men said he had no means of reaching you so it was his only option.""Whatever. What's written in it? Read it out."Nick read out its content. Ned simply wanted to meet with Brad as he had something to discuss with him.Brad pondered on it for a little while. Then he said to Nick over the phone, "Alright. Schedule a meeting time, go over it with his thugs or him, and let me know if I can fit it into my schedule.""Yes, boss.""Yeah, and do it quickly. I, actually, am interested in whatever he has to say when he doesn't have my money yet." "Yes sir."As Brad dropped his phone after the call, he smirked to himself. His plans were going well. It was almost the end of the two-day ultimatum he gave Ned and just as he had wa
Nick changed route and slowed down, his eyes shifting from the rearview mirror to the road. With his eyes on the road, he picked up his phone. Since Brad was one of the last people he called, he didn't have to scroll much to find his contact. He placed a call to him. It took a few rings before he picked up. He placed the phone in the car's phone holder as he waited for Brad to pick it up. He finally picked up, "Nick?" "Boss, I'm on my way home and I am sure I'm being tailed," Nick said, bypassing all pleasantries. "Do you know who it is?" Nick's gaze traveled to the side mirrors and he shook his head. "I don't. There are two cars." Nick nodded, he could already guess who. it might be but double-checking won't hurt. "Check who they are and get back to me. And don't come home tonight, stay over at the hotel." "Yes sir." The call ended and Nick swerved into another route. He slowed down and eventually parked by the side of the road. The cars trailing him didn't slow down or par
Brad knew he had a long day ahead of him so he woke up early the next day. After speaking with Claire, he had gone straight to bed with the intention of waking up earlier than usual.By 8:00 AM, Brad was all ready and prepared for his day.Nick was ready before then and he called Brad. "Are you all set, boss? I'll soon be on my way."Brad told him not to bother. "Relax, Nick. They'll still be on your heels. I'd go without you."Nick nodded and wished his boss a good working day. But he was mad, he was annoyed that they were stalling him from doing his job just because they didn't have the balls to face him and do or say whatever they had in mind. He wouldn't hesitate to confront them but Brad had asked him to lay low and that's what he'd do. Obeying him is the least he can do since he currently can't do his job.Brad first made his way to the pharmacy as planned. It was still about 9:00 AM and the place was already bustling with activities. There were a few nods accompanied by a cheer
Nick placed a call to Brad. "Yes, it's confirmed," he said into the phone as soon as Brad picked up. "They're still here." Nick was peeping through his room in the hotel at the cars from the previous day. The cars were still parked several feet away outside the hotel's compound, the men in it were probably waiting for him to come out so they could continue tailing him just as Brad had predicted.At some point, some of the men even stepped down from the car and walked to the hotel. Nick lost them when they reached the hotel's gates.Brad, who was just on his way to Fasttech, shook his head. Ned was truly pathetic, wasn't he? He thought as he swerved into the company's parking lot. He pulled the car to a halt and reclined in the driver's seat. "Don't bother yourself, Nick," he said to Nick over the phone. "Take your time. Enjoy all the luxuries the hotel has to offer. In fact, take this day as your day off.""Boss…" Nick started but Brad interrupted him."Thinking of it now, it's not e