Beautiful mystery

Bigger problems

💓💗 Beautiful

                    Mystery 💓💗

  ( Oceana )

By: Ukinebo Glory

Episode 5

Noah's Pov;

I picked it up and discovered it was a newspaper

I flipped open the first page to see the shock of my life

YOUNGEST SELF MADE RICHEST ARTIST AND SUPERSTAR - NOAH BRYSON HAS BEEN RUMOURED TO BELONGING TO A GANG SYNDICATE LED BY THE MOST FEARFUL AND DANGEROUS DRUG LORD - MASTER KHAID. PHOTOS OF THEM ARE SHOWN BELOW

The headlines read. I looked down hurriedly to see photos of master khaid and I from our last encounter

goodness gracious!! how... how did this happen?

I held the newspaper firmly with shaky hands, not wanting to raise my head to meet the eyes of my furious dad

" what the hell Noah? why did you do this?" he fired at me

" I didn't dad. you have to trust me" my voice broke

he scoffed and took few steps backwards, then ruffled his hair with with hand

" do you have any idea what you've done?" he asked me

" do you know the implications of this? what it can do to your life? not just you, but me also - my company; everything have worked hard for" he rasped his voice coming out in whispers

" I didn't mean to dad. i wanted to tell you about it but I just didn't know how" I mumbled

he was about to say something when we heard a knock at the door

he sighed and walked to his chair.

" come in" he said, sitting down

a young man dressed neatly in a suit came in. he turned to stare at me before walking to stand in front of dad

" some reporters are here and they would like to speak with you" he informed

dad nodded and the guy left immediately not before shotting me a stare

"" what now?" I asked dad

" I have to go meet them. I also got some report that they would be reporting to your art gallery. it might be shut down but I don't know yet" he shrugged

what does he mean by shut down? has it gotten to that already?

" why would they do that? they don't even know for sure if it's true or not. I have to hold a press conference dad. I have to clear my name" I half yelled walking to him

he sighed and took his eyes to me

" you still don't get it, do you? they are out to ruin you. I warned you son - you've already made the mistake in the past by joining that gang, and now they are out to get you again; and they would stop at nothing to see you go down. its gonna be hard." he said and breathed out

" for now, you have to stay hidden.. I'll think of something later - a way out" dad said and shut his eyes

" but dad; I can't. it's my reputation we are talking about here" my heart was pounding so fast as I spoke

" what reputation are you talking about?!!" dad yelled and I flinched

" is it the one you gambled away for few sacks of hard drugs, and few bottles of alcohol. don't make me..."he trailed off and picked up another newspaper from the table

" okay!" I nodded sadly

" what about my Art exhibition. people have already bought tickets for that; and i thought this was supposed to boost my career " I asked

" you should have thought about that before meeting with a drug lord" he said and with that he walked out of the office with the newspaper in his hard, slamming the door hard at me, as a way of showing his disappointment and how angry he was

I sulk down to the ground as I felt my whole world crashing before me

nooooo!!!

I yelled - quietly

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Mr Bryson's Pov;

I walked with a heavy heart to meet the reporters

paparazzi and newscasters were all around too. they crowded me immediately - bombarding me with questions upon questions

why did Noah do this? I just pray I find a way out of this and how to help him - because he'll be in a big mess if things don't turn out well

there have been a rampant increase in the illegal use of drugs here in England and this has made it become a very serious issue; and with the fact that hes a celebrity made things more complicated - they expected more,or should I say... better

" my son Noah and I have talked this out and I assure you all that this can be fixed. I don't really know what happened or how this pics came about but he's a good boy and that's one thing am sure of and can assure you" I said, breathing heavily keeping it up with a smile

" but sir... about the incident that happened before, are you trying to tell us that didn't happen also?" a young reporter asked

" I never said that" I replied

" then what do you mean when you said you don't know how the pics came about. he went to a correctional center, didn't he? what if he thought of going back to his old ways?" a man asked

" well...I know my son and I can confidently say that's not the case; and yeah, he went to a correctional center because I took him there. I wanted him to become better."

" when you put it like that...it looks as if..."

" I know my son and I know what he can do" I cut the reporter off immediately, not rudely though

" and y'all folks that are busy trying to tarnish my son's image, should go get a life. yeah, he made a mistake in the past but he's a change person now - I made sure of that, just as I'll make sure that whosoever is behind this" I raised up the newspaper

" will pay...and I mean every word I just spat out..now, if you'll all excuse me" I rounded up and stretched the newspaper to my assistant - swerving my way through the crowd

my guards came in handy at that point at they took me safely to the car amidst the uproar and reporters endless questions

" look for a way to get my son out of here" I said to my chief guard when i was already in the car

he nodded and closed the car, walking back into the company

the car took off immediately - heading to a meeting

yeah! I've been summoned by the boards of directors In my other company and I don't need a soothsayer to tell me what it was about

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Noah's Pov;

I stayed in the dad's office before his guard came to inform him that he was gone

he had something very important to attend to

the reporters left before I walked out to the company to my car and now I was home. on my bed precisely

I looked up at the ceiling as it stared  back at me

I don't want to think of the possibility that master khaid was behind this.

he can't stoop so low to do a thing like this? and he definitely won't have the time to go about trying to ruin my image?

then who...who could it be? who knew he was coming to meet me? who took this pictures and took it to the media? who??

these questions flooded my thoughts

I was so broken. how do I cope and to think my Art exhibition was just in a week's time

the tickets were almost finished if not finished. I can't even think about it right now, because it no longer looks possible

this was supposed to be my greatest Art exhibition - the best of it's kind; the  masterpiece of my career. I have so many master piece drawings I was willing to show to the world and now this?

how did I fix this now?

my phone buzz and I took it up immediately. I picked it up and placed it on my ear not bothering to check who was calling

" Noah" I heard her voice - Stacy; my senior intern

I sat up from the bed immediately I heard her voice. it was filled with panic and worry

" what stacy?" I asked with a shallow voice

" some men are here and they've asked us to cease operations and are threatening to lock down this place if we don't" she said. I shut my eyes immediately - taking in what I just heard

" do it"

" what?" she asked surprised

" close down the art gallery and tell the other interns to go home. same with you"  I instructed

" but sir..." she trailed off

" alright. I'll get to it now" she said after a pause

I tossed my phone to the side and sat up - pacing to and fro

I heard a car horn outside

dad!!

I left my room and rushed down to the sitting room taking the stairs

he was yet to come in. I stood waiting patiently for him

" dad!" I called rushing to meet him as he walked in

his guards stood outside.

he walked to the couch and slumped on it - looking damn tired

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Tbc

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