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
"Monica, you are in charge of recon. You can head out tonight, if you are up to it," Rose suggested. "I'm up for it. I haven't had any action since the last time I was kidnapped," Monica said. She wiped her nose and looked at Chris. "Don't do anything crazy, don't follow me."Chris smiled. "I wasn't planning on doing it, you just reminded me about it. Imagine me following you close behind. So are you going alone?" He asked. Sarah switched off the television, casting a glance in their direction. "That's none of your business, you are staying behind. You can't keep putting yourself in harm's way, what will I tell your father?" Rose asked. Sarah sat down with her legs crossed. "You know, he is quite tough. I sparred with him the other time, I doubt you could beat him in a one on one situation," Sarah hailed him. Chris nodded. "What she said. In fact, look at her, she roams about freely with little to no protection and yet she never gets in harm's way. She headed missions, she drove
Monica prepared herself and waited until evening before she made her move. Rose has briefed her about the security, she only had to hear what they were saying and relay it back to them at the mansion. She wore black clothes; a black jacket, a cap and black trousers to go. She waited in the car for the go sign, because she was working with Rose. Her eyes went to the balcony, the lights were on which meant Chris was awake. It wasn't that late in the evening, with thirty minutes to eight. The line buzzed and she looked away. "Base here, are you ready to boogie?" Rose's voice came in. "Boogie? Well I'm ready to move," she answered. "Can't you play along? I'm trying to ease my nerves," Rose laughed. "Alright, I'm ready to boogie boogie," Monica replied. "You didn't have to add woogie at the end.""You didn't need to say boogie too.""Alright. Remember, it's just recon. I need you to gather information about what they are doing. Their plans, what's going on between them and you come
"How the hell did they know where we were?" Monica asked as we moved away from the fence. "I don't think we should be worrying about that now," Chris said. He kept on reaching for his pocket, as if he had carried a weapon. "What are you—""Shhh—" Chris laid a finger on her lips and pointed down the streets. Two armed men were slowly coming in their direction. It was only thanks to the long shadows that they had stayed hidden. "Let's go the other way." Chris pulled Monica by the arm and went the opposite direction. The plan was to turn to the other side of the building and make a quick escape. "How many things are you hiding from us? How did you know all this?" Monica whispered. "I'm a quick learner," Chris replied. He grinned at her for a second, and failed to see the man sneaking up behind him at the corner of the bush. "Look out!" Monica brought out her gun and the silencer clicked twice when she pressed the trigger twice. The man fell to the ground, but his finger laid on th