Know the meaning of insanity? Well, Ben wants to have an absolute nobody with no skills, no survival tactics, a person who pisses his pants when they hear a gunshot, like Brian to be the temporary Reuben. This is meanwhile the actual Reuben is healing. That idea is the definition of insanity! Literally insanity.
This decision was critical, he screws it, the business plunges down to rock bottom. He had to call the committee. “No way that is crazy! Does this dimwit even know how to hold a gun?” Elizabeth asked. She had a point, this abomination of a human being just tried to kill himself, he can’t hold a gun and now Ben wants to make him the king of the chess board? Yes maybe Ben has gone crazy. Everyone had the same thinking, the same thought, they all thought that Ben had some lose screws, literally!The bishops, the advisory council however, were open to here what Ben had to say, because he could not possibly just want to do such an unwise action without a reason. I mean was he losing it or what! Wait let’s give him a chance Ben why do you think this person…” pointing to Brian’s ward in a sarcastic look “…is suitable for such a suicidal task?” Mist questioned and still in disbelief, but still anxious for the response.Ben lacked the expression, it was instinct, he had the idea, the notion but no words to explain. Shit! What were the words. He cursed with every tensed breath. “Really! Instinct, so you just trust this person, just like he some angel, Ben! He literally tried to kill himself what if he tries the same when his on the task?” Elizabeth retorted but this time she sounds angry, disgusted, pissed off. But that’s where she messed up, she had the right point but expressed in the worst way. She raised her voice towards Ben, oh no queen! Bad idea.She forgot her place, Ben had to remind her where she stood on the chess board, she was a queen not the player, she received orders not command them. Seems she forgot that because seconds after she raised her tone, she rued why she dared to do so.Slam! She was gasping for air while Ben choked her single handedly. Ben was stressed out and high, aggressive tones was what he least needed. She was fading, she was gasping for air but the large masculine arm had gripped her trachea so tight, every breath she took out seemed her last. Someone had to stop him he was going to kill, her someone, but who? She brought this upon herself.That’s enough the knights stepped in, Mila untightened the hand from Elizabeth’s neck while Risa pulled Ben back. Surprisingly for a second there, Ben came back to his senses. They were the only people Ben could listen to when pissed of apart from Reuben. Letting go, she fell down coughing as she struggled to get back to her feet.Intervening and saving the queen’s life the knights opted to calm Ben down. He was stressed enough because his brother was bed ridden now some bitch raising her voice towards him! Who the hell she think she is? “Now. Let’s not rip each other’s throat cause of some small debate” Lit, the bishop, uttered standing in the middle of the room. He was focused on reducing the high testosterone levels in the room, because otherwise, there will be someone on a stretcher besides Reuben, not wise for anyone within Ben’s reach and they all were.Having calmed down, Ben found the words to express himself. “His desperate, his got enough hell waiting for him when he leaves this hospital,” turning to the bishops “…maybe he may be the one temporarily! Because no one knows him except us, and can suspect he isn’t Reuben.” He paused waiting for reactions. “All I’m saying his desperate enough and that maybe is what will fuel him to do his best as ‘Reuben’”. He finished now observant on the reactions.The bishops, knights and even the queen were astounded, it was unlike to be thought off but not bad. Ben had a point, Brian was the backup key, the business would still be in shape and the Koreans will stop hunting the real Reuben and let him heal in peace. Not bad, not bad at all.Maybe the physicality with the queen was what he needed to bring him back in shape. And get his desperate mood of his whacky face, yes he reasoned like a true game changer not bad at all. Finally, they all agreed Brian was two days to be discharged and they would get him in shape as soon as his ready.Before leaving, the knights passed by the queen and warned her “Next time you raise your tone…remember to whom you are raising it to some people just aren’t as tolerant as you may see. And if it’s Ben Risa paused as he chuckled. “Next time we won’t intervene…and he won’t hold back” Risa whispered in her ear.Loud and clear! She got the memo, she remembered her place, she was a queen and Ben was the player. She was to suggest, never to command,never!
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Head of The Table The hunt
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Head of The Table Smell a mole?
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Head of The Table Potent love
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Head of The Table The interrogation
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Head of The Table Laying low
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Head of The Table Being a king
A seat with a smooth gold plated outline bars, the soft cotton seating in black and white spots, the legs crafted in the replica of the king of ancient Egypt seat, the seat for the worthy it was known, not every rookie was privileged to lay their hands on it let alone their asses. Only two people ever sat, Ben when building his empire, and Reuben when Ben chose him on his behalf, and now Brian, call it luck or consider it destiny but this seat was the last thing Brian thought he would ever possess as his. Brian was loving the life, all that multi millionaire business was his to manage, well at least for the time being, unless something else makes it otherwise. On the glass like office table lay shipment papers, he just signed to authorize the government that they had legally exported ‘timber’, even the government was his puppet, he loved the life, he savored every second with each puff of his freshly lit Canadian cigar. He was expensively dressed, a 15000 dollar tux, a gold pocket wa