The smoking wreckage of the car Chris had been in went up in flames. Richard silently watched, masking his fear as he forced smiles on his face. He knew what he was getting himself into if he involved himself with the Boltons, but his greedy drive for success blinded him."Richard."Richard gnawed his nails as the fire service put out the fire. The police siren was loud at eleven in the afternoon, with the press appearing on site to cover the story."Richard!""Hunh?" He turned around and Chris passed him a towel."Let's get inside, the press is here. Rose says it's for our safety," Chris walked away. He pulled Richard by the arm as they walked inside the building."Scared now? Good for you, now you know the kind of shit you have gotten yourself into," Chris hissed."Well I'm not the main target, it's you they want to kill," Richard tried to act tough.Chris pulled Richard aside, in the hallway just before the elevator in the building."Look, you can walk away now. It's going to get d
Chris's left side felt cold and empty, making him turn and toss in his sleep. Even in his semi-conscious state, he understood that something was wrong. Chris's eyes flew open.Sarah was gone.He slapped his head in frustration and he saw a note beside him. He presumed she was the one who wrote it. He rubbed his eyes as he battled sleep and read the note."Thanks for the free money and food, I will be taking your wallet. Catch you later."Chris put the note down and smiled. She had also taken his car keys, his numerous credit cards, his warm jacket, and valuables.Well, that was a gang leader for you. Once a criminal is always one. He wished he could see the feisty lady soon again.The phone's screen came on because of him and he rubbed his eyes. His heart nearly flew when he saw thirty missed calls."Jesus Christ, " he stood and walked outside. The morning was as cold as the night. He closed the warehouse's door and walked to the escort from yesterday was still parked in the corner. H
Chris and Michael took their seats at the head of the table, and it was then that everyone sat down in their respectful seats. The atmosphere in the room was so tense that you could almost smell metal in the air. Michael moved forward and took the mic. "Please, let's commence." His voice was thick and exuded authority. To Chris, it was like his father had become a different person. Michael's attendant, Mrs Yvonne walked to her laptop and played a demo of the project on the screen. Everyone's eyes looked at the screen silently as it displayed projections of the profit the project would acquire in the long run. "As we can see, the profit doubles when we launch it in the fashion season which is April to mid-June. That way, we can generate massive profits," she paused and smiled at the executives. "Thank you for watching this. Any questions?" She stepped away from the screen. Arthur cleared his throat. "So we will be working together with GLAM for this?" He asked Mrs Yvonne. "Surely
"So you lied about my father?" Chris noticed that his father was still talking to the other executives. "You just wanted to get me away from them?" He demanded. "You should know that it is dangerous being very close to these two. It's obvious they don't like you," Rose replied. Her walkie buzzed and she clicked a button. "Come on, let's go. Your father is going to have lunch with the big men. Lemme take you away from here." Rose walked towards the Land Rover in the parking space. Chris scoffed. "You know, you should stop treating me like a baby. I'm perfectly able to impregnate you," he said as he followed her behind. "Let's hope it won't come to that," Rose retorted. Her back was to Chris, but he caught the slight blush on her face. Chris smirked, even if she acted tough in front of him, she couldn't hide being flustered by his comments."Are those glasses tinted?" Chris pointed to the vehicle. She cocked an eyebrow as she stood at the side. "Yeah, why are you asking?" "Nothing
The meeting place wasn't originally what he had intended it to be. He expected a huge private boxing ring in a penthouse where he would have access to sophisticated training equipment. But Chris was very disappointed, to his surprise. It was an empty warehouse close to the river. And it was at night again. Chris reluctantly stepped out of the car and switched off the ignition. he noticed several parked cars in the distance, probably her protection detail. He was even more surprised that none of them even bothered to stop him as he walked around aimlessly. But he was sure that they saw him. "Yo!"Chris nearly jumped away. He was surprised to meet Sarah behind him. He took his time to study her. She wore sports tracks heads down. "Hello?" She waved her hands in his face. "Huh? Hey, don't do that, you scared me into a trance," he forced a smile. He wondered what weapons she was hiding under those large tracks. Sarah gestured towards the warehouse. "Let's head in," she suggested. C
Sarah took notice of the serious tone in his voice. Chris' usual childish and naughty attitude was gone and he looked directly into her eyes. It made Sarah feel warm somewhere. She muttered. "Obviously." "Hunh?" "You have to tell me everything if you want me to help me. I need to know you are not keeping anything from me," Sarah clarified. Chris held his knees. It won't be long before he would tremble from the cold. "So, it starts like this. Mabel Sanders is actually in a relationship with Arthur, the CEO of NEXUS, and Arthur in a bid to solidify his position shook hands with the devil," Chris stopped. "No way, did he meet your uncle?" Sarah adjusted herself. "Exactly," Chris confirmed. A small boat droned in the distance, nearly interrupting their conversation. "My first bodyguard, she was kidnapped. Her name was Monica and he is trying to use her as leverage to hold his position. I have a secret of his, a list of his corrupt practices in the company so he doesn't want me to
"Come inside let's talk," Chris tried to persuade her. Rose shook her head. "No way," she stared inside the open room. "God knows what shit you want to do to me," she held her gun. "Shit, we are talking about my uncle," he eyed the gun at her side. "And you will certainly not need that." He assured her. "Just to let you know." She brought a gun from her back pocket and wagged it in his face. "This one contains non-lethal bullets." She popped the magazine open and showed me the plastic bullets. "Stings as hell but it won't break any bones. And I won't be scared to shoot you in the head if it happens." She held the gun in her hand. Chris shrugged. "Trust me—""Trust what? That you won't touch me? We both know how you can control your hormones when you are near me when there's no one around," Rose lowered her voice. A maid pushed a trolley past them and she bowed her head in greeting and Chris waved at her in response. "Look, I'm not doing anything. I'm serious, I need your help. I
An hour ago...Arthur parked his BMW inside the compound after showing the gate security his ID. Coming to Bolton's compound always made him super nervous. He clenched the steering wheel, trying to force resolve into himself. "I'm doing it for my future, nothing else. If I don't do this, that bastard Chris will try to go against our deal," he said to himself from the rearview mirror. He stepped out of the car and smiled when Yvonne personally came out to meet him. "Mr Arthur, you didn't even tell me in advance," she said. "Well, it's kinda urgent," he grunted, stepping out of the car. "Okay, I will notify Mr Bolton of this and have a meeting arranged. Follow me to the waiting room," and said. Arthur followed Yvonne to the waiting room and she pointed at a large comfy sofa. "Do you want anything? A drink? Food? Something to watch as I get him? I will take long, like ten minutes so I don't want you to be bored," she suggested. Arthur shook his head nervously. "No, don't worry ab