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
The Lefaye restaurant on Johnston has its parking lot full at three in the afternoon which is a rare occurrence. Most of its customers only started flocking in after seven in the evening. This was because most of these cars belonged to the Boltons and members of Sarah's gang, the White Spear group. Rose and Sarah stared at each other at the table between them in the reserved restaurant. "Ladies, let's not bite please," Chris said after he noticed the hostile air between them. He sat beside them, like an arbiter. "I see you brought your whole army, that means that she doesn't even trust me a bit?" Sarah grinned. Rose scoffed. "My men report snipers on the roof, I should say the same for you." "Can't we do this peacefully?" Chris demanded. Rose turned towards Chris. "I never believed your father would agree to this, I thought he would refuse. Look, Chris, let's do this alone, we don't need her," she begged Chris. "I understand what—what? So you thought Father would reject it? We
Rose kept her eyes on the screens. The air conditioning in the van was bad, the AC needed replenishing but it was too late for that. She would just have to deal with that for today. "Ground pursuit, come in?" She said to the walkie-talkie. There was silence on the line. It was ticking her off. If only that nutcase Chris had not asked his father if only his father had refused to let him work with Sarah. "Fuck, ground pursuit, come in? Over." She growled. There was a buzz on the line. "Jeez, you are being noisy, do you know how hard it is to redirect to the main channel? These new walkies are a rip-off," Sarah replied. "Where the fuck have you been?""Skirting the building," Sarah replied. She started at the Nexus global building as she drove around it. Arthur would be coming out very soon. She just had to follow him. "Have you tracked his call history? Anything in the past few days, sus phone calls and stuff?" Sarah asked. "Yes, he is clean. I don't know this man, but it's obvio