The D-Day came sooner than anticipated. After days of endless preparations, the time had finally come for Michael to step back and allow his son handle everything. A part of him was skeptical about leaving all his businesses in Chris' care, but he knew that it was a step in the right direction. If he didn't do that, Chris was going get further involved in the wrong business, in deals that didn't concern him, and that was going to lead to his end."You don't need to look so grumpy about it," Richard chipped in casually and placed an arm across Michael's shoulders. "As a friend, I'm telling you that what you've done is for the best. Chris is totally going to kill the role of CEO."Michael stared at the young man standing beside him with disgust evident in his eyes and slowly, he removed Richard's hand from his shoulder."First and foremost, we're not friends," Michael started."Fair enough," Richard shrugged. "Business partners then?""Not at all," Michael frowned. "I reached out to you
Richard stared at his friend as he brought out the revolver. Who did he think he was? John Wick?"You can't be lucky everyday, Chris," Richard grunted. "And you've been on a row for a while with the luck thing. I have a bad feeling about this.""If you think you can convince me to leave my father to die, then you're wasting your time," Chris replied before starting towards the building.Richard sighed as he watched his friend make his way into the building and then, he followed him.The ground floor was pin drop silent. There was not a single soul there, and Chris immediately figured that Thomas had held them captive at the top floor of the building where the meeting was probably supposed to hold.Without a second thought, Chris doubled towards the stairs and started his ascent, two steps at a time. If there was one thing he had learnt from the action movies he watched, it was that the bad guys always used the elevators. He couldn't risk getting killed by one of them before he met tha
After his announcement, Michael Bolton didn't spend much time at the party, he stayed around for a while, spoke to some of the board members and investors present, then returned home. With the kind of life he once lived, parties were surprisingly not his favourite scene. His secretary Mrs. Yvonne, also left with him.Back at the party, Chris stood in a corner and observed the scene, feeling weirdly alone in a party which was supposedly thrown in his honour. He watched the workers in their little social circles and could feel their not so subtle stolen glances and gazes, he could see them whisper among themselves."Probably talking about my perceived incompetence," he thought quietly to himself. He so badly wanted to be with Rose or Monica, but their excessively uptight nature had made them choose duty over pleasure and they were probably stationed somewhere, fulfilling their duties as his bodyguards. The thought made him scowl. "Can I be made to understand why the new CEO, or shall
Richard leaned in and returned Chris' stare with equal intensity. The tension in the air was palpable. In the blink of an eye, Richard stood up and stormed off, leaving the others, save Chris, surprised. Monica let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding and slumped into the booth next to Chris. Rose stared after Richard for a while, then slid into the booth next to Sarah. They all remained silent for a while until Sarah cleared her throat and spoke up."You know you sort of broke our agreement right?" She asked and nudged her head at Chris. "No secrets, remember?"Chris opened his mouth to say something but decided against it and remained quiet."But I'll let it slide. Is that all you know about him?" Sarah asked."Currently, yes. I haven't been able to find out anything more about him because every other lead has led to a dead end." Chris said and let out a sigh."Alright. Chances are he'll disappear out of your life after such a confrontation but, let's try and keep a
Thomas Bolton stayed silent and continued to look at his adopted son like he was a stranger. Richard in return tried his best too look at anywhere and anything else but him. "Leave me." Thomas said after a very long silence. "But father_" Richard started but stopped when Thomas slowly took a finger, placed it on his lip and breathed through his lips in a shush. "Careful how you use that word boy. You might be my son on paper but never fail to remember who you really are." Thomas said, stood to his feet and walked up to him. "An incapable bastard, who can't even make himself useful to his savior to show his gratitude," He whispered in his ear, with his palm on his shoulder. "Now, leave me while I figure out our next move to cover for your incapability" he said and walked away from him.Richard gritted his teeth really hard, till it felt like they would crack and with his fist clenched tight, he turned and walked away. He walked out, looked around at the guards and stormed off
Richard walked into the main dining hall to see Thomas already sitted composedly, calmly waiting for him. He walked up to the rather grand table in the middle of the room, and sat down on the chair at one end of the table, facing Thomas on the other end. When he had sat down and was now settled, Thomas picked up his knife and fork and began eating without a word and Richard calmly followed Thomas' lead. They ate in silence, with Thomas looking calm and composed, like he had no care in the world, while Richard was visibly tensed and took very little bites of the meal in front of him, even though the cook had done a splendid job. After a long silence, in which time they had almost finished their meals, Thomas put his cutlery down, wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin and sat back in his chair, and Richard quickly did the same."What exactly did Chris say to you?" Thomas asked."That he knew I don't owe any Mafia Lord money and I actually wasn't in need of money," Richard responded.
Chris Bolton lay stretched out on his bed, feeling bored. Things had been slow and unexciting these past few days. He had resumed his duties as the new CEO of a chain of multi billion companies and had spent the past few days visiting the different companies, familiarizing himself with their affairs, the workers and board members. He had sat in so many meetings, that he began to fear he would have hemorrhoids. He had visited almost fifteen complaints and from what his new official personal assistant, Melanie Jones told him, he still had many others to visit. Melanie Jones was his first real personal assistant who didn't double as a body guard. Apparently, she had been undergoing training for the job for years under his dad's own personal assistant, Mrs. Yvonne. So far, she had proven herself to be quite good and efficient at her job. She was good at organizing, keeping tabs, blending into the background when she wasn't needed and quietly ensuring Chris did what he had to do. It was li
"You know," Chris started as they rolled into the parking lot of the boxing gym, "for people with plans to give me a day similar to the ones I've been used to, you know, one with more excitement and adrenaline rush," he paused, "this is a really bad start," he finished."Huh?" Sarah asked and turned to look at him with a confused look on her face."I mean, I get it, you three are really good at what you do but only a newbie would be excited to watch you three take each other on," Chris said with a shrug."Who said anything about the three of us taking each other on?" Sarah asked with her nose scrunched up in confusion."What? You mean that's not the plan?" Chris asked.The three ladies didn't bother to respond to him this time as they got out of the car."Surely, none of you would be foolish enough to dare go up against this." Chris said with a smirk and flexed his muscles. The three ladies hid their smiles."Just shut up and see" Sarah said. They entered the gym and were