They didn't say one word, even as they drove back in the same car to the mansion, they wouldn't speak. Chris at the back with his father, Rose at the wheels, and Sarah at the front seat. There were a lot of questions raised, a lot had happened in less than a day. It was war. When they got to the Mansion, Michael cleared his throat before they stepped out of the car. They all waited for him to talk before he stepped out. "I guess all of us heard, there is war. This means we are going to be targeted, and a lot of people are going to die from both sides. But I want one thing, I want unison between us," Michael spoke. He saw Sarah's questionable glance from the mirror. "Miss Sarah. Your group has made me lose quite a lot of money in the past," Michael stated. Sarah cocked her brow. Was this the part where he ended their partnership? Well, she was waiting for it. "But that also means that you are very capable. I propose we have a permanent truce between my group and yours because we
20 YEARS AGO...Michael ran down the street corner, looking behind his back. His pursuers were hard on their heels and they came for him. He knew if they caught up, they would kill him without second thoughts. He winced when he made a sharp turn to his left to try to lose them, the knife wound he had in his stomach was slowing him down. "You there! Stop!" "Stop there!""Get him around the bend?"Michael looked back and continued running. Just a little further, just a little further and he knew he might stay alive. Sparks flew in front of him and he realized that they were shooting at him. Michael crouched and continued his escape to the safe zone. When he took another turn to a side street, a van pulled up and he was relieved that help had come. Thomas opened the door. "I'm so sorry, I'm late, are you hurt? Jesus, fuck!" Michael jumped inside and lay flat on the floor. The Van's driver floored the pedal and the vehicle sped away from the shooters. "Get him to the hospital, he is
Arthur was nervous about the quick summon to Thomas' office where he stayed. The men on either side of him in the elevator refused to tell him anything. Their straight face and thick necks bothered him. Well, it was to be expected. The convoy had been attacked when he was with them. Thomas Bolton had given him the simple duty of escorting it, and he failed at it. Arthur momentarily forgot about the men that were there with him. "It wasn't my fault!" Arthur vexed out. "What?" One of them asked. The other one looked like he wanted to devour him on the spot. "Nothing, I'm just thinking out loud," Arthur replied. It sounded very ridiculous. The guard turned away from him and kept his eyes on the floor numbers.The lift opened and they stepped outside, coming to a large door that the men pushed open. "He is waiting," they said to him.Arthur walked past the large door, into Thomas' office. Thomas was there, smoking cigarettes and he didn't even look up when Arthur walked in. The two
The meeting was a breeze and Arthur was grateful that he wasn't asked technical questions. "Geez!" Chris loosened his tie as he walked into the corridor with both women at his side. "Welcome to your father's world," Monica said. Chris looked at her. "It's hectic. I want to take a break from this.""Just one and you are like this? Pathetic," Rose mocked him. Chris turned to her. "Mind you, I'm your employer." He gritted his teeth. "Correction, I work for your father," Rose retorted. Chris stopped and gave her his full attention. "Well, I'm his son, whatever belongs to him is also mine.""Well, I'm not yours, I answer directly to your father. If your father said I should whoop you up, I will happily do it," Rose popped her knuckles. "Guys, you are taking it too far. People will see you fighting," Monica warned them. "Give me a break, maybe I might just teach my father's dog a new trick," Chris accepted the challenge. It was crazy how a few taunts escalated into this, they reall
The scraping sound of metal in a metal box that was hurting towards the earth at thirty kilometers per hour was scary enough to induce shock in normal people, but somehow, the three of them all kept their calm, praying that the emergency brake would come on. "Come on, come on," Chris muttered. He held the walls for support as they went down. "Come on, come on, come on," Rose looked up at the ceiling. "The brakes are taking too long now," Monica said. She removed her heels and rolled her sleeve up. "Let's wait one more—"The elevator came to an abrupt stop and Chris lost his balance and landed on the floor. "Shit!" He cussed and stood up. The emergency lights dwindled. Rose and Monica were already taking initiatives towards the next step. "Help me up," Monica said to Rose. The latter bent down on one knee and acted as a support while Monica climbed to the ceiling and loosened the bolt so that an opening appeared. She climbed on the roof of the elevator and examined the cables.
"Rose, we can't ignore these signs, we have to act. And I suspect Arthur," Monica complained as they walked to the car. "It's too obvious. Arthur is crazy, but he doesn't have balls to pull it," Rose said. "He might have balls, I mean he was with the convoy and he even came to work, when he knew that all of us were against him," Chris jumped into the conversation. "Either way, we can't act until Mr Bolton comes back. I have to report to him." Rose opened the door to the security department and walked in. Chris was about to follow, but Monica held the sleeve on his rumpled shirt. "Yeah?" Chris turned back. Monica released her hold on him and looked away. "No—Nothing." She shook her head. "I will be going to the maintenance department to know what really went wrong with the equipment," she said. "You sure you don't need me to escort you? I mean we were just in an accident.""You seem to forget I'm your bodyguard," Monica smiled. "It's alright, I will be back soon. Don't leave Ros
Arthur kept an eye on his rear view mirror and took a left turn. It hadn't gone as planned, but they will be suspecting him now that it failed. Thomas Bolton wouldn't understand that he was trying. The balls of that old man. "I should have never taken that loan, I wouldn't be fighting an old geezer's war," he grumbled. His luxurious duplex home came into view and he slowed down, easing his foot on the brake and parked into the driveway. He would just have to try again later. There was still time, he could do it again, Arthur thought. He brought his keys out of his bag and held the door knob, but the door opened. Arthur looked at it puzzled. He remembered closing the door that morning. The TV was on, somebody was watching anime in the living room. He turned back and looked at the alarm sensor on the fence. It was off. Maybe it was Mabel, maybe she finally wanted to spend time with him. But she returned the keys to him after their last fight. He slowly opened the door and held h
Sarah waved at the black SUV as it approached her. The black license plate and the unusual numbering pattern on the plate signified it was one of Michael's cars. Rose lowered the windshield and flashed a bright smile at her. "Nice Corvette." She nodded towards the vehicle. Sarah smiled and did a half glance at the vehicle. "I customized it myself." She saw Monica inside and waved at her. Monica returned the greeting. "Hey Sarah," Chris greeted as he stepped out of the car. Sarah raised her brow. "Hey, what's with the brown patch on your suit?" Chris glanced at it. "Yeah, I had an accident. You didn't even call to check on your partners, is that how partners do?" He cocked his brows at her. Sarah ignored the last sentence. "Accident? What accident?" She turned to Rose as she stepped out. Two other SUVs, Chris' escorts, drove past them slowly and parked down the street and the men stood out, looking up at the buildings. "An elevator incident," Rose replied. "Escaped in the nick