5:59 - 57 seconds,
58 seconds….59,
6:00 pm
Shit!
Sweat trickled down Alan Grayson’s face as he took a glance at the wall clock.
Mr. Billing was clear - return with the crates of wine for the party before 6 pm or you would regret the day you were born.
After making a mess of Mr. Billing's travel plans a day before, he knew that trouble was looming around his neck.
“Two more crates please, I am in a hurry. I can only imagine that losing my job is the least that could happen to me and even that would render me finished,” Alan politely encouraged the wine retailer to fasten up the large-scale delivery.
In a strange turn of events, wine had finished at Mr. Billing’s 60th birthday anniversary and quite a few elite families had attended the event.
Mr. Billing had always known how to attract the elites to his events but this time he couldn't afford to organise a wine-less party.
His counterparts would definitely mock him inwardly - some could even leave angrily.
Only a few bottles were left and the party was still a long way from closing.
“I swear, I would squeeze this good-for-nothing man to death with my bare palm,” Mr. Billing’s face was red and flushed.
“Dad, I am sure he will be back soon. There is surely a good reason he is not back yet,” Pa. Billing’s daughter, Rose Billing, who happened to be married to Alan made a case for him.
“Will you keep your mouth shut?! I wonder why you are always making a case for that poverty-stricken sissy of a man,” Mr. Billing fumed, darting dark glares toward Rose.
Just as Mr. Billing was flaring up, Alan arrived carrying the heavy crates from the truck past the back alley that led to the main hall. Drops of thick sweat were falling on the crates as he wobbled.
Alan could overhear muffled voices from the balcony which increased as he angled his ear to get a grasp of the conversation.
He knew he was in trouble but he needed to know just how much trouble he had gotten himself into.
Mr. Billing must have lined up one hell of a punishment for him. Could he survive it? Time will tell. He just hoped that he hadn't ruined Mr Billing's birthday event because then it would have been better if he had not returned.
The voices were becoming clearer and clearer as Alan nudged his ear.
“You are putting the prestige of this family to the dustbin with every day you spend married to Alan. Do you still think you can have a future with him when he can't even perform simple tasks like these?”
“Sis, free yourself from that man. Dad is right - Alan doesn't even deserve to have a woman. Haven't you heard how the other families make fun of us because of your marriage?”
“Dad, you have always hated him for no reason. Alan is a hardworking man. I am sure he will make it big sometime soon.”
Alan swallowed a bit. He could recognize the voices - it was Mr. Billing, his wife Rose, and Margaret, his sister-in-law.
He was impressed that his wife Rose Billing was making a case for him in front of her father. He could tell that it wasn't easy for her but he gazed at the alley’s top because Rose’s argument was not getting the others convinced. They had made up their minds about him.
“No, he won't. He is a liar and a pretender, Rose. How is it that he dressed so classy when you first introduced him to me? He even had gorgeous curly hair that could only have been maintained with the most expensive creams. He deceived me and I thought he must be from a wealthy family.”
Alan’s memory flashed back. Is that why Mr. Billing hated him? Because he wasn’t from a rich family?
Alan only wanted to give a good first impression to his in-laws when Rose introduced him to them 4 years ago. He worked so hard just so that he could have money to rent a good fitting but they had taken it too far.
Truly the rich only mingle with the rich, he thought.
He shrugged off the thought temporarily to allow more voices to make their way into his ears.
“You know what? I have had enough of that pauper. I have decided to sign my will in 2 weeks. If you haven't divorced that loser by then, you can trust that you will have no inheritance in this family. You will comb the streets with your claws to feed just like him.”
Goddamnit! He knew it. His marriage to Rose would be annulled. If only there was no traffic on the way to get the crates perhaps he would have returned earlier and Mr. Billing wouldn't have threatened Rose.
If only he had money, he would have convinced his wife to elope somewhere else with him. He wondered how much longer Rose would be willing to defend him.
It dawned on Alan that his phone must have rang severally so he pulled it out of his back pocket and…..
28 missed calls? He checked his call history and realized that Mr. Billing had called him over 15 times, the remaining were calls from his wife. His phone was on silent mode so there was no way he could have known or picked up.
His phone received a very silent vibration again - it was Mr. Billing.
He didn't hear the voices from the balcony for a few minutes so he was curious and terrified. Did they know that he had just come in?
Mr. Billing’s husky voice made its way through the phone as Alan picked up. “Don't think I didn't see you come in. You passed the back alley because you didn't want to be found, didn't you? Guess what, you might just not make it out of this event alive.”
Alan was overwhelmed with several thoughts of the unknown.
It might just be the end for him.
Alan could feel the pressure building as he tossed the crates over to the waiters as quickly as he could before anyone else found him.“You are lucky you came just right on time. The guests were just about to leave embarrassed,” one of the waiters told him.He didn't feel lucky though. Why would he feel lucky when had just been told that he wouldn't come out of the building alive? He was done for.A deep threatening voice loomed over the subtle darkness in the alley prompting the waiters to scamper like cockroaches at the smell of insecticides. “Hahaha, here you are. You bastard! How dare you disobey father’s instructions”.Alan turned around slowly - it was Lesley Billing; the first son of the Billing family.“I should test how firm these bottles are by slamming them on your head. I am sure Rose would feel sad for a day or two and after that, she will be back to her senses.”“Mr. Lesley, I understand that you are pissed off but it is not my fault I promise, I was stuck in traffic, an
Mr. Billing was referring to Bingo, Tobiat, and Bertrand. They were three of Mr. Billing’s former security detail who betrayed him by taking a bribe from a business rival who wanted to block a large-scale delivery of Mr. Billing’s products. Mr. Billing saw the trio as nothing but traitors so he instructed that they should be beaten and locked up. They had been locked up for 3 years until today.“Hahaha! It's good to see that the three of you still have a lot of muscles after all these years,” Mr. Billing’s mouth widened into a cruel laughter.“We are going to play a game. Something like the semi-final of the World Cup you know?” he said, making funny gestures - he was clearly excited. “But this time, it will be a wrestle. Mr. Greyson would fight Tobiat while Bingo would fight Bertrand in a no-one-comes-out-alive fight. The overall winner would then receive a sum of 50 million dollars. I am sure that is more than what you would ever make even if you could live a thousand years.”Lesl
“Divorce him?” Rose asked as if she didn't hear clearly what he said.“Yes, daughter. I want to make it as peaceful as it can be and I don't want him to cause any grudges between us. Although he is going to die in this ring any moment from now, we will need his signature for the divorce. I don't want to have his name associated with my family even if he is dead.”“So you are certain you want me to divorce him?” Rose asked again, this time pondering whether it was finally time to succumb to the pressure. She would be saving his life if she agreed just right there and then. Alan couldn't possibly blame her for saving his life, would he? Perhaps she would just prank her father so that he would call off the fight. Anything to save Alan’s life which could be no more any second - a hard punch could be all it took.Just then, Rose’s attention caught something. There was a loud uproar in the hall so she angled her gaze properly to get a good sight of how Alan was faring.With a few more shar
“I have to go now,” Alan responded and hung up the phone before Ms. Daniels could say anything further.Rose was still beside him and he didn’t want her to start getting any ideas. In any case, that was not the most important thing to him - the most important quest was how he would convince his wife not to divorce him.Ever since he got married to her, she was one of his major motivations in life. If she went through with the divorce, he would never get attached to another lady not to talk of marrying her.But why the weird accusation? He never stole a dime in his life before so why would Rose accuse him of stealing a pendant?At that moment, a memory flashed through his mind. “Wait a minute, darling. Are you talking about the golden pendant? The same one that your family accused me of stealing a few years ago?”“Oh! So you remember? You remember that you stole the pendant. Do you even know what that pendant means to this family? Apart from its financial value, It is basically our go
“Hey, look. I have somewhere I need to be urgently,” Alan Greyson told the nurse, writhing out of the bed and stretching his muscles. It was 5:30 am and he remembered that he had to visit Ms. Daniels at her law office. He was excited for what the day had in store for him - a chance for him to flip the pages in the story of his life. Maybe this life of poverty and humiliation wasn't something he could cope with after all, he thought.“Sir, but you still look badly injured. You received quite some dangerous punches in there and, surprisingly, you are still conscious. Not everyone would have survived that but you did. Why don't you stay and get yourself treated?” The nurse uttered, trying to persuade Alan who didn't look like someone in the state to do any active duty.Alan Greyson moved a few steps toward the nurse, his bruised face looking as persuasive as ever. “Listen, it is more important that I carry out the assignment I have at hand. These are just bruises that would disappear wi
Alan knew in his mind that there was no way he could accept such a hug. It was like a mockery to him.“Come on you both,” a voice uttered, breaking the awkward moment - it was Ms. Daniels, their lawyer. “Court is about to sit. You need to be in the courtroom now. There would be no delays.”Alan and Mr. Billing both walked into the courtroom in different directions.The courtroom was as hushed as the scratching of the Judge’s pen was gradually filling the air. Lawyers filled the courtroom, their faces stern and concentrated.Bank officials were also present in court. It was a big day for them because they wanted to know if they were allowed to unfreeze the voluminous amount of money that they had frozen many years ago as directed by the court.Alan had expertly answered all the questions he was asked by the opposing counsel during the deposition and the jury had given their stance.“Let's hope that the assets can be unfrozen now. The jury seems to be cooperative. The best years of my l
Alan craned his neck as he searched through the court premises, peering his head over the crowd and scanning the faces of every man who had the posture of his father.There was no progress. He was getting frustrated - was his father trying to pull a stunt? If he was truly happy about seeing him after a long time like his previous attempt to embrace him suggested, would it not make sense that he started building back the trust they once had? Alan wondered why he even cared in the first place - this was a man who wanted him as the fall guy for very serious offences. He started to doubt Ms. Daniels’ statement about his father's willingness to transfer ownership of all his assets to him. He would just check a few of the empty courtrooms and after that, he would go on his way. The amount he had just received was already more than enough to build a life of his own.At last, he found Mr. Greyson in one of the courtrooms on the utmost floor of the premises. He wasn't alone as another man we
Alan allowed his father to complete the treatment without further questioning but the thought of Mr. Greyson’s cancer didn't leave his mind. He kept contemplating a lot of things - perhaps his father would die soon and that was why he was transferring his assets to him. What if he wasn't enthusiastic about the chemotherapy?He noticed that Mr. Greyson’s face was dampened and a sense of hope being lost could be seen on his face. Why would he be receiving such important treatment in court premises if it wasn't that he forgot or he was pressured to do so against his will? Was it his father’s will to surrender to the cancer and keep blind faith in him to take his legacy to the next level? That would be a very huge responsibility, he pondered.In any case, he felt relieved to be back in business and this time even more active than 10 years ago.***Lesley Billing was dressed in a well-tailored suit, its fabric having an impeccable outlook. He knew that the first impression mattered a lot
He was in a hurry to get things done quickly because he knew that it was going to be only a matter of time before the guards would discover that the public service system had been hacked.“When you get on the other side of the purple fence, just hang in there until we come to get you okay?”Jackson’s hands were large and measured, his touch gentle as he took Brody’s hands into his own.“Come on, I will show you the way and then you will complete the move,” Jackson’s voice was soft, his voice sincere as he was careful not to scare the boy with too much haste even though he was in a hurry and rightfully so.They crept until they got to the entrance which was just a few meters away from where they were. Jackson’s eyes were alert as he watched to see that there was no guard close to them that would impede their move.They hid behind the cars, creeping through the shadows with their eyes narrowed with a tense intent to get as far away from view as possible.Jackson then reached a point whe
“Come on, let’s go. We can't just sit here and do nothing after all. We have to do something.”With a grim determination, the guards all filed out of the lobby one after the other, their footsteps resounding through the empty hallways.The tension was palpable in the air as their weapons glinted in the harsh fluorescent light.Their bodies were taut with adrenaline as they headed towards their destination.Alan’s face glimmered with a relieved twinkle of gratitude the moment he saw that the guards had all gone.He then whispered to Jackson. “Hey, Jackson. Call Fred now and tell him to his way to the purple fence area. That’s the easiest route out of here. Tell him to get there as quickly as possible. That’s where Brody would have to go meet him.”Brody was confused, his face darting left and right as he was trying to understand what Alan was saying.Where was he saying that he was going to go? Since when did the plan become that he was going to go somewhere?Alan crouched down, his fa
“No one, I believe. You see what I am saying. What if they already got past this place and they are already heading outside.”“Think about it, I don’t think they would want to escape through the outside. Look at the way that they came in. We didn’t even know. None of us knew until they got to the top floor and killed two guards.”“It’s obvious they are trained so we have to think along the line of the fact that they are more than prepared for this.”“They probably outlined every step of the way before they came.”“Not probably, man. They did, it’s quite obvious.”“I guess it’s a draw right now. Mr. Lawrence already has one of them while they have gotten Brody.”“We must get back Brody, man. That’s the instruction. Mr. Lawrence has ordered a closure of all entry points right now and it is already in process. Everything must be on lockdown until Brody is found.”“We can’t afford to fool around.”“What if they are holed up in one of the offices? We should search each room systematically.
Mr. Lawrence then moved his eyes closer to Della’s face to get a clearer view of what was going on.“Wait, what? You look familiar,” Mr. Lawrence’s eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing into Della with the intensity of a predator sizing up its prey.His expression was hardened as a cruel smile spread across his face.“You look awfully and strangely familiar I must say,” Mr. Lawrence remarked again.He wasn’t sure of whether to keep up with his suspicion or to ignore it. He was sure that there was something about her that was too strange to ignore.It dawned on him that the person that she traced her face to was actually that of Rose Billing, the same woman that he murdered.He paused once more and spoke. “I know who you are, don’t I?”Della’s lips curled very slightly by the side as if she was trying to give Mr. Lawrence the clue that he needed.And Mr. Lawrence picked up the clue. He was shocked by the resemblance that Della had with Rose and even though he tried to ignore it as nothing b
“You are Brody, aren’t you?” Alan asked.The boy nodded in affirmation. Jackson’s grip on Brody’s hands loosened and Brody’s shoulders were relaxed gradually even though he knew subconsciously that there were most likely going to be some problems lying ahead.“I know you,” Brody spoke to Alan. “I saw you the other day when Mr. Lawrence killed Rose. You are Rose’s husband right?”Alan paused as if he was in a deep emotional thought before he then nodded.“Yes, I was.”It was a moment of reflection for both Alan and Brody as they both seemed to have missed Rose.Brody didn’t get to spend much time with Rose but it was obvious that the little time that he had spent with her was more than enough for him to miss her for a lifetime possibly.“And Della, the lady who texted on the phone. Are you her partner? Do you work with her? Where is she?” Brody asked.He was in a hurry to receive answers to his questions because he was still a little bit scared.“She is going to be with us soon, Brody
The air seemed to thicken with tension, the silence broken only by the faint click of gun safeties being engaged.Alan then whispered into his radio, hoping that he was going to connect with Della. “Della, are you there? We are about to open fire on the guards who want to lock Brody in the basement. We are going to need backup, over.”That was all Alan needed to say and he believed that he had said enough already.They moved a few more steps with deadly precision, their footsteps soft and stealthy as they crept closer to the guards. They saw as the guards were shoving and dragging Brody and this time, they were going to lock him into the basement.They were no longer interrogating him about the phone because there were bigger issues to deal with.But Alan and Jackson thought that it was time to raise a response.The guards burst the basement door open and were prepared to shove Brody into a dark room but there was a sudden startling noise of gunfire.Pow! Pow!Boom!The hail of bulle
Alan was just a few feet away hiding behind one of the pillars. The moment she saw the harsh slap that was performed against the boy, he gritted his teeth in frustration as he became provoked to cause a disruption.Why would they treat such a young boy like that? He had to hold and keep himself in check so that they would stay according to plan.But considering the way he was feeling, he wished that he could just start a gunfire right away. He began to rethink whether it was best to engage the guards with gunfire right away or if they should wait a while until Brody got locked in the basement and they would try to open it up.Just as he was still having a deliberation in his mind, the guards continued with their harsh treatment toward the boy.“Yeah, right, we are not stupid,” Guard two spoke. “Look at the faces of all of us standing here.”Brody’s face was still facing the ground as he was dealing with the harsh effect of the assault but he felt a hand shove his head back up so that
Alan and Jackson froze in place, his breath caught in his throat as he clung himself to the wall. His heart pounded in his chest as he heard the guards’ footsteps growing closer.Time seemed to be very slow as the guards drew nearer, their footsteps echoing off the walls of the hallway but Alan gripped his weapon tightly just in case the situation was going to demand it.But as they got closer, two other guards joined them. They now seemed to be five and they were discussing.Alan and Jackson were picking up on their conversations.“The boss said to keep him in the basement.”“There are many ways that the boss can get the boy on his side. After all, he is his son. I don’t see why there should be an issue between them.”“The boy is a cool guy to me.”“This isn’t about whether he is a cool guy or not. We should listen to what the boss says.”“Come on, this is not to say that I wouldn’t listen to what he says. I am only telling you as a colleague that there is no need for being so harsh
Fred was ready to go for it all. “If you need our main ID badge, my colleague can go them now. She will get mine too but I was hoping you would already know the company we are coming from. We already have a contract here.”The guard who was talking balderdash earlier scurried into the conversation. “But I haven’t seen you guys before. Especially the bright-skinned darling we have here. I would have known if I had seen her before.”Fred responded. “Well, we are not always the same and I am sure you already know that. Today, it is our shift to come to complete the repairs and as we said, we are actually running out of time.”“My colleague can quickly go and get the ID badges if that is what is delaying us from entry.”Fred was speaking with the hope that the guard was going to shrug off the situation and ask Della not to worry.But he needed to show that he wasn’t hiding something and the only way that he could do that effectively was to pretend as if everything was going fine and as ex