The message came almost as if it was without him coming online - one second online and the message was already sent.“He just called me a liar,” Della told the others.“I knew it,” Jackson spoke. “I knew that he wanted to make a conformation. He probably went on social media platforms and searched for the name and didn't find it.”“But that’s just an abysmal way of researching someone,” Fred added.“Yeah, it is but what can we say about the kids of today,” Jackson spoke. “The kids of today think life begins and ends at their social media pages and gaming apps.”Jackson scoffed, his nostrils flared with disappointment.“What response should I now give to the boy?” Della asked.“Well, I believe that we have to change his orientation,” Alan spoke. “We can't let him go with the idea that we are lying.”“Should I be more straightforward - tell him that we want to save him,” Della suggested.“No! No!” Jackson exclaimed. “We will soon tell him what our aim really is but we can't just shrug o
[Okay, if you say so][But Rose wouldn't be happy if you did things all by yourself][How is your father, Mr. Lawrence? Do you have anything to tell me about him?]Della, even though she wasn't physically seeing Brody, could feel the fear and uncertainty that he failed to reveal.“He’s not going to respond so quickly,” Della smirked, her face showing expectation even though she knew that she had probably gone too far.Della then turned towards Alan and the others. “I went too far with that, didn't I?”“Er, we can't say you went too far,” Jackson responded. “At some point, we will have to dig deep. We need him to trust us and until we engage him, we won’t get his trust. Worst still, we won’t get anything valuable from him.”Brody, after the delay soon sent another text. [We are done][I am going to bed][Never text me again]Della gaped with a deadly stare of disbelief. “Did you see that? He’s not going to continue. I guess I asked the wrong question.”Alan’s voice injected a sense of
Fred’s words were laced with a suggestive tone. “We can make findings on Mr. Lawrence’s wife after some time but for now, I think we need to focus on getting Brody what he needs - his freedom.”“Okay, I will just send him some words of encouragement,” Della spoke. “I hope this works though. I really hope this works.”[We can talk about it, Brody][Or we can help you solve the situation][I just need you to find some courage right now.]Brody then texted. [We?][Who else is with you?][What else are you not telling me?]Brody wrote the message with a ‘freaking out’ emoji that showed that he was being taken aback.Della also seemed to have received the same energy as she pulled back a bit, her gaze settling on her colleague’s face.Alan whispered, his tone set with encouragement. “Just keep going.”[It’s not a problem, Brody][What matters is—-]Before Della could even complete sending the last message, she received another bump text message from Brody.[I need to know who is with you?]
[Ms. Clara confronted him about not having the right to still have me as an adopted son][She confronted him and warned him to give me up to her as my next legal guardian because she thought his ex-wife was dead][It’s something about laws and regulations I believe][But she said that I wasn't supposed to be with him][Mr. Lawrence was upset that I supported Ms. Clara so he became upset with us both][Now we are both under his detention. We are actually being kidnapped together with his ex-wife][I want to get out as fast as I can][Can you help me.][Are you going to call the police?][They might not believe me if I called them]Della’s pulse was racing and she struggled to process the boy’s words. She could sense the dread of Mr. Lawrence right from where she was and was left grasping with the tension that the boy exuded.Jackson realized that the boy would be making a mistake if he called the police to intervene in the situation so he quickly alerted Della who was absent-minded to
Just while the others were processing Della’s idea in their minds, she suggested again.“We could also pretend to be satellite technicians, you know. We could use fake identifications and work orders to gain entry.”Alan then spoke. “I think that either of them works anyway. The most important thing is to get some ideas from Brody. It mustn’t be something too new to them or else they will be suspicious.”“If technicians don't come around too often and they see us, they will get suspicious but if they have technicians coming around now and then, I believe it will be much easier to blend in and disguise.”“I think we will need to get back to Brody on that.”Della’s fingers moved with a swift, decisive precision, and her thoughts were racing as she looked to get back into conversation with Brody.Her eyes were fixed on the glowing screen as she typed. [Hey, Brody, are you still there?]She waited for about five minutes but there was no response. “See, he’s probably gone asleep,” Della t
“Oh, no. I am not letting you go anywhere,” Mr. Lawrence snarled. “You are a spoilt little boy and you will be shown some lessons.”“You think you now know stuff, don't you? You think you are now a big boy and you can't stay in your place anymore.”But soon, Mr. Lawrence’s ears pricked up, the sound of a ringing phone cutting through the tense silence of the room.The sound was very brief and stopped after about two or three seconds but it was already enough to get Mr. Lawrence’s attention.“What’s that sound?” Mr. Lawrence spoke softly but his voice was laced with a threat. Brody’s heart sank into his stomach the moment he realized that Mr. Lawrence had heard the ringtone.No! What a terrible situation, he thought. But didn't he put the phone on silent mode? Didn't he ensure that it couldn't make a sound? What then was the sound again?Now it was a little too late because Mr. Lawrence had already heard everything.He was in trouble.“I am talking to you, boy. What’s that sound?” Mr
Brody’s heart pounded as he fumbled with the phone, his fingers trembling with nervous energy.The phone’s screen dimmed and the once vibrant display faded into a dull, lifeless gray.Brody’s face was growing pale as he realized that the phone was getting bad.No! No! That can't be.Brody muttered under his breath as if pleading with the phone to come alive.He saw the missed call that happened when Mr. Lawrence was in the room and realized that it was Della.Della had better come to save him immediately because time was no longer on their side anymore. Things were becoming really intense.He tried all possible tricks that he had learned on Y****be social network to fix the phone but there was barely any improvement.The only relief was that he could still type even though it wasn't as effective as before.He quickly went to his chat with Della and saw that she had already sent her a message.[Hey Brody are you still there?]Brody quickly responded, battling with the tough situation w
When all these are over. I promise to get you a new phone. I know it’s what Rose would have wanted][Just hang in there][Alright] Brody responded.[So, I was going to ask a question.][Do you have gardeners come over to the hotel suite or satellite technicians?][Which of them visits the hotel suite more often?]Brody responded. [That would be satellite technicians. We already have in-house gardeners who take care of the grasses and surroundings.][They don't come in from outside as often as satellite technicians][Alright, thank you. You are so smart] Della remarked.[Oh, but before I forget. The technicians only come on Wednesdays and Fridays][Sometimes on weekends too]Della’s heart skipped a bit as she immediately started calculating in her mind what day it was.Luckily it was Friday - perfect timing to act as satellite technicians to infiltrate Mr. Lawrence's apartment. Della asked for details on how they usually dressed and Brody told her everything she needed to know.Brody