"What kind of help are we talking about here?" Tessa asked curiously.Ashley put on a serious face. "A security consultant to begin with. Neither you nor I are safe anymore, and our regular bodyguards are useless against Scarlet's goons."The girl nodded. "You're right. But where is he?""I think he is late," Ashley replied, checking her phone. "His agency assured me the candidate is very professional.""What's his name?""An odd name. Err… Chevalier de Guiscard.”***Chevalier de Guiscard hated Billionaires. They were pompous and egotistical and believed they could purchase everything with money.'Well, the last part is not entirely wrong,' he thought, checking the time on his military-grade watch. Guiscard's services did not come cheap. Even an hour of hiring his skills cost a small fortune to the client. Almost every billionaire in Norwich had partaken of his resources at some point in time. He was an ace in the security industry and had lent his services to even the Governor once
'Tree-huggers' was a derogatory term for environmental activists. Spencer had received a death threat the previous night. Of course, public menaces endangering a wealthy man's life were nothing new in Norwich. Stuart Spencer was the fifth richest billionaire in the city, behind the Graysons and the Palmers. His primary business was marine foods.Lately, Spencer had diversified his interests, signing a memorandum with a Japanese company for whale oil. Kujira-hashi Inc., the leading whaling corporation in the world, was their supplier in the venture. However, a sting operation led to breaking news that the company had a dark past of brutality towards marine wildlife. Whales were not the only mammals they killed. Environmental activists had flocked in hundreds to the Spencer corporate building and staged protests. A riot had started and had disbanded after the police intervened with tear gas. Then, the death threats and attempts began. Threatening emails. Morbid letters. Poisoned cak
Guiscard was not fond of his questions being ignored. He grasped the waiter by the collar and dragged him to the boat's edge."Tell me what you have done, or you are going overboard!" he mouthed with a scowl. "With your broken leg, you will drown if sharks don't get you first."The waiter hung precariously, and a push from Guiscard would throw him over the edge into the dark, foaming waters."Okay! Okay! Please, I have a sick mother! Please don't kill me!""What have you done?" Guiscard repeated himself."There is a bomb," the waiter mumbled. "In the engine room. I was asked to latch it to the beam frame.""For God's sake, kid! How did you plan to escape?""I would have taken a safety boat."Guiscard shoved him back on the deck. "Bind him!" he bid the other security guards. The latter pounced on the waiter, pinning him to the ground.The tension of the guests on the lower decks was palpable. Some stood at the periphery of the yacht, ready to jump if there was an explosion. However, no
"Guiscard is late!" Tessa exclaimed for the third time. "This is unacceptable! Can we not hire someone else?"Ashley was digging through her phone messages. The freelancer agency had sent her a profile of the security expert."I had been assured he was the best in the business," she contended. "Why go with anybody but the ace?""Is it normal for the best in the business to bail on his clients? Perhaps another billionaire made him a better offer, which he accepted?""That is not likely, Tess," Ashley asserted. "The agency does not allow any back-channel recruitment. His arrangement with them mandates he cannot take up another client until the present one has canceled the task.""It appears that he did not follow the mandate," Tessa said, making air quotes."Wait, let me go through his profile again. Can I project the documents on your monitors?""Sure."Ashley shared the agency files on the triple monitors of Tessa's workstation.[Name: CHEVALIER DE GUISCARD][Experience]----A total o
The man was not bluffing. He twirled the tool between his fingers with expertise. He looked like someone who could carry out threats of murder.'Calling for help would be stupid,' Ashley thought. She looked around, and iced tea was the only thing within her reach.A distraction would not be helpful, and attempting to distract might have fatal consequences. 'I could take off my top like last time,' Ashley suggested to herself. "There is no element of surprise, however. The man is not hanging from a building." The best she could do was keep him occupied. "Who the hell are you?" Ashley asked."The more important question is, what am I doing here, ain't it?" the stranger replied. "And the answer is, considering the circumstances, I am here to kill you.""I don't want to die…" Tessa whimpered.Ashley gritted her teeth. There was something she could do. Offer him money? He stepped towards them slowly, ensuring there was no room left to escape. The girls' faces turned pale. They clung t
She was more impressed than upset by the incident. Nevertheless, as an employer, Ashley did not wish to lose her employee's respect through such embarrassment. Letting a security guard get cocky and treat her as a weakling was not what she wanted through their engagement. She had had enough people walk over her in the recent past."Pardonne-Moi. It was a one-time demonstration, ma'am," Guiscard explained. "It took me only an hour to plan. However, you have my word. It shall not be repeated.""Thank you," Ashley acknowledged. "It is safe to say now that you are hired.""I am pleased to hear that.""So! Chevy!" Tessa chimed in. She had finished her Long Island Iced Tea. Her mood was better than earlier, and the grating boldness had returned. "How do you describe yourself? A security guard? A bodyguard? A bouncer?" She had clearly been offended by the Frenchman's demonstration. Billionaire teens had fragile egos too."I would call myself a friend with benefits. Of course, my benefits a
Blaznavac was a luxury coffeehouse facing Malory Towers. Sandwiched between two skyscrapers, it was a two-storeyed cafe that looked like an establishment from the Renaissance period. Owned by Serbian entrepreneurs, it offered an exotic getaway for caffeine addicts from the grind of the corporate world.As Ashley stepped inside, the door opened, tinkling a bell to signal the arrival of a customer. The interior seemed aged half-century, in stark contrast to the Wall Street world outside. A tall, handsome attendant in a sleeveless coat approached her."Miss Palmer, good afternoon," he began with a Serbian accent. "The luksuzni is vacant presently, just how you like it."The joint had two levels. The obican, at the lower level, had over twenty tables and a hundred seats. There was a bustle, and waiters rushed around serving customers.The luksuzni, the upper level, was for exclusive members only. Ashley, being from the wealthy Palmer family, had a lifetime membership and was a regular at
SCARLET: [Hey, sis! Where are you? It's all over the news. Mom and Dad have been calling you, too!][Are you safe? I called the hotel; they told me you had left when the incident happened][Hey! Jake just texted me you are with Tessa. Thank God, Ashley!][Call me as soon as you can]"The bitch!" Ashley mouthed, reading her evil step-sister's messages. "How she wriggles in defeat!" Ashley's detour to meet Tessa in advance had foiled Scarlet's plans.The young Palmer felt like calling up the little villain and giving a piece of her mind. However, from experience, she had realized it would be a stupid, fatal mistake.Ashley needed to play along instead. Information was the key. There was no point in throwing away her only advantage until she had irrefutable evidence against Scarlet. Otherwise, the second chance of life would be in vain. ASHLEY: [Hey, sweetie, I am as safe as a swaddled baby! There is no need to be concerned.]Her step-sister replied immediately.SCARLET: [Can we meet u