There were two young ladies, probably in their mid-20s behind the door. They were almost completely naked and it was easy to tell that they were wh**es. Rose gritted her teeth in irritation when he saw the ladies. Their makeup was thick and overdone. Their hair was tousled and a complete mess as they wore high heels. Their attire was a complete demonstration of whoredom as they wore only green bikinis, their features bursting out without any concern. Strange-looking tattoos were also drawn on their features. Rose’s posture was rigid with a mask of uncertainty. “Yes, how can I help you?”The two ladies busted into an unprovoked laughter as their eyes glazed and were unfocused. Their movements were a deadly swirl of intoxication and Rose was perceiving the smell of alcohol as they opened their mouths wide in laughter. “It seems you have gotten the wrong address,” Rose said and tried to shut the door angrily in their faces when she was met with a hand from one of the ladies preventin
“It’s this strange woman you brought as your wife. Can you imagine that she insulted us and told us to get out - who does she think she is to tell us that?” one of the hookers said.Rose’s face flushed with embarrassment the moment she saw Mr. Lawrence walk over to where they were. Her breath was held in a silent hope for redemption because she didn't want Mr. Lawrence to see her in such a demeaning situation.She had always tried to avoid him at any cost but fighting with one of his whores meant that she was letting herself loose.Mr. Lawrence turned his gaze toward Rose to know if she had any words of defense to what the hooker had said but her lips were set in a thin line as she gave no words in her defense. She wished it didn't come to the situation it now was.“She even had the guts to slap us,” the other hooker said, adding more fuel to the fire when she noticed that Rose wasn't going to defend herself.They were ready to cause as much commotion anyway since they never even like
He saw Rose’s iPad on the bed but it wasn't the iPad itself that got his attention. It was what was playing on the device.Rose didn't realize that she had left the video recording of the figure that was made to look like Alan stealing a pendant playing on the bed. The volume was reduced by the video was still playing.“That’s your iPad right?” Mr. Lawrence asked, his brows furrowed in concentration as he walked over to get the device.Rose traced her feet back and stood as a barrier in front of Mr. Lawrence, her eyes hanging low as she muttered. “Yeah, it's just an iPad Sir—and it's nothing important.”“But I want to see what’s on it, that’s all,” Mr. Lawrence insisted, his gaze piercing.Rose not wanting to stand in his way further or get him angry slowly stepped out of the way but still with a pleading tone. “It's confidential and not for everyone to see.”“What do you mean by it being confidential? You are my wife and there is nothing that you should keep from me,” Mr. Lawrence sa
***Mr. Billing was devastated by the latest situation concerning his company. The sales were becoming lower each day and things were not turning out positive anymore.Employees had to receive a huge pay cut because of the poor finances. Since Alan started producing the same products as that of Billing Company, the latter no longer had much sales. Many reviews were a testament to how Alan produced better beverage products compared to Billings. The embarrassing situation involving Lesley was also a contributing factor to the company’s financial breakdown.Mr. Billing decided to take matters on his own by visiting a crime kingpin, Jamal Griffith. He wanted to hurt Alan deeply and show him some levels so he decided to visit Mr. Griffith. Even though Mr. Billing’s company was broke, he decided to take a lot of money to see Mr. Griffith knowing that he would only accept his job if he could pay well.It was a risk visiting someone like Griffith because he was a hardened crime lord. He li
He finally evaded several of them before he met the boss - Griffith, the crime kingpin.Griffith’s body was a deadly canvas of terror. His body was a tapestry of scars and scary-looking tattoos and his teeth were like deadly rows of silent daggers. His presence was a cruel shadow of menace and his aura exuded fear.But what was more scary was that he had a snake around his neck which was curling and crawling slowly in a relaxed manner but with a deadly gust of venom. Mr. Billing had never seen anyone create so much fear in him before. His breath was held in a deadly terror as his heart pounded in a way that almost ripped out of his chest.Griffith curled his mouth dramatically and made a whistling sound, flaring his hands as if to tell him to back off.The young man who escorted him knew exactly what Griffith was signaling about. “Hey, pull off your shoes.”Mr. Billing turned his gaze toward the young man. Did he just tell him to pull off his shoes? What was the logic behind that? He
Griffith handed the substance in his small knife over to one of his men to pressure Mr. Billing into taking a sniff. “Come on, go give him this one.”The big guy’s face was very stern and cold as he angled the knife towards Mr. Billing’s face.“Come on, just a sniff mister,” Griffith encouraged in a fake tone of mockery.“No, please. I don't want it—I don't want any of it. I didn't come here for this, I don't want to have this,” Mr. Billing uttered in a cry for help as the big guy nudged his head upwards with his hands and shoved the knife towards his nose.Griffith then raised two fingers into the air to signify the big guy to let him be.Mr. Billing then heaved a sigh of relief, his breath steadying in an ease of tension.Griffith then followed it up by giving another signal with his mouth making a whistle for everyone around him to excuse him so that he could have a private time with Mr. Billing.All of the men who surrounded Griffith went their way as they made fun elsewhere.Mr.
“I was just messing with you. Of course, if we can cart off some money in the operation, you will have 10 percent of the cut.”Mr. Billing slumped his shoulder in embarrassment, his breath coming in a rapid gasp of humiliation. What the hell would he do with 10 percent? Anyway, he didn't even have a say in the matter so he had to accept.“Alright, there is no issue.”Griffith’s eyes widened in a deadly feeling of curiosity. “Come to think of it, the video recording that was trending just a few days ago was that of Lesley right? I mean Lesley from your company? He is your son right?”Mr. Billing slumped his head in shame. He didn’t like to discuss what happened with Lesley and hoped that he could put it behind him. “Yes, it was Lesley. He was forced to do it although I am still pissed with him.”“Oh, of course, you don’t have to tell me that he was forced. I am not a fool - of course, I know he was forced by Alan because why else would he do such a thing? Now, I see why you would want
****Alan was seated in his office chair, his finger flying across the keyboard with a flurry of efficiency. He paused for a while to recall everything that his father, Mr. Greyson said. He wondered why he would have a mother he never knew or met. Not like he didn’t meet her though - he was just too young to remember anything about her. The picture that Mr. Greyson showed him kept playing in his mind from time to time.But why would his mother be a terrorist? His father was also dealing with cancer. He slumped his shoulder in dismay. It was really not a good day for him so far.His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was his assistant - Ms. Harper.“Sir, you have Mr. Reynold waiting to have a meeting with you Sir.”“Mr. Reynold? I thought he was supposed to still be on duty.”“Yes, he is but he has been insisting for the past hour that he needs to talk with you.”Alan flared his nostrils inconveniently. He wasn’t in the mood to see anyone at that moment. He had a lo
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