"He's coming!" One of the men in black gave the signal and instantly, the murmurs died.He took mighty steps into the room with fierce eyes. He then turned around and waved at his loyal subjects. They all gave a slight bow.Don Castello was clothed in a black men's overall that covered the sole of his feet. Lately, he had been working on regaining the spotlight. He wanted to command the gang like he always did.He settled on the only seat in the room, an armchair, and placed both his hands on his thighs. "Sit!" He commanded.There were about fifteen men in the room, dressed in black trousers and shirts. They settled on the red carpet and all eyes were fixed on Don Castello.It was exactly 10 pm, the time scheduled for his meeting with some members of the gang.Don Castello cleared his throat loudly and began rubbing his palms against each other vigorously. "The King said he was going to restore my honor in two years and now, I'm counting to the fourth year."He clenched his jaw with h
"The meeting is starting in five minutes ma'am.""Thank you, Tess," Jane replied with a warm smile and dropped the pen she had been fondling.It was Monday morning and Monday sessions at Raspberry hospital begin with a briefing at 10 am sharp. During the meetings, those in charge of each unit give a report and the managerial team assesses it. They then draft out a plan for the week ahead.Jane grabbed her notepad and stood up. She hasn't come in contact with Ken since the kidnap incident and hasn't been in the office for two days.After the pep talk with her father, she deemed it fit to resume work. She had vowed that her relationship with Ken was now secondary.Jane knew that the moment she stepped into the boardroom, she'll see him. He was the director after all and never misses the meeting.She stood up and marched to the boardroom while pressing her notepad to her chest. When she got to the door, Jane shut her eyes and opened them almost immediately."You can do this Jane."After
"Thank you so much ma'am for your cooperation." Ken appreciated her and turned around to leave the office.The director watched him with astonishing eyes. A while ago, he was keen on seeing Charlie's record and seemed like he will do anything to get it, and now, he was leaving.She stretched her hand and before she could mumble "Excuse me, Dr. Ken," he walked out with a bright smile.She sighed and propelled a file toward her.The hopeful Ken walked past the receptionist at her counter with a smile. He traced his way to the gate. Outside the rehab center, his car was parked. He drove himself to the center that afternoon.He mounted the driver's seat and pulled out his phone. It was time to bring Miranda on board."Fuck!" He cussed and clenched his jaw.It dawned on Ken that he deleted Miranda's contact a long time ago and hasn't been in touch with her in ages.He decided to check one of the Whatsapp groups that were created so the classmates could catch up on old times. He scrolled do
Ken didn't take his eyes off his wall clock. It was as if he was engaged in a staring contest. The moment the clock rang at 6 pm, he sprung out of the chair and moved to the door.He left the hospital an hour ago. He had freshened up and was yet to make any provisions for dinner. As long as he is yet to find out the answers he needed regarding Charlie. Dinner can wait.Ken walked out to the verandah and began to pace aimlessly.What if Miranda doesn't show up? His mind taunted him. He shook his head in disagreement. She promised to show up and might show up. All he had to do was remain patient and wait for her to arrive.His thoughts were interrupted by the revving of a black cab. Ken traced his way out of the verandah and was hoping the car will come to a halt in front of his apartment and it did.He sighed in relief when he saw Miranda stepping out of the vehicle. She sorted the driver and began taking steps toward Ken.He remained rooted to his spot. He began to ponder. Should he w
Cassie adjusted the black jacket shielding the white cotton long-sleeve shirt she wore. The shirt was tucked inside black plain trousers. After slipping the jacket around her, she felt like a boss.She wanted to smile but the sadness in her heart was too heavy to bear. She loved the outfit and had left it for a special occasion. She decided to wear it that morning after her father told her that he was taking her to his company.Cassie was elated. All she ever wanted was to be on her father's perfect side. She was his only child and had always looked forward to taking over the company but her dad never mentioned it. Meanwhile, All the messages she sent to Ken about her ongoing training so she could take over the company were all lies.It's been a week since she last graced the environment outside. After her father caught her in the Master's chamber, he tightened the security around her room and had been monitoring her phone calls. She was not allowed to call Ken but can pick up his cal
"You seem to be in a bad mood today." Ray pointed out. It was a few minutes past 8 am and he was driving Ken to the hospital.Ken turned to him with a faint smile. "I'm a bit stressed that's all.""Well, health is wealth and I don't need to remind you about that fact boss. You need rest. Doctors are humans too." Ray commented and adjusted his tie.Ken broke into a laugh. "You have a point, Ray."But if only Ray knew that the meeting he had with Miranda the previous day was what was keeping him on the edge, not some sort of stress as he alleged. Now that he was aware of the fact that Charlie would be coming for him, Ken couldn't help but feel restless.Ray drove the car into the hospital's parking lot and pulled it to a halt. He quickly stepped out and before he could open the door to the back seat for Ken, the doctor was already out, clinging to his briefcase.Ray wanted to take charge of the briefcase but Ken sharply placed it behind him. "That's okay Ray. Just pass me the car key."
Ken folded his arms across his chest and stared at the Lamborghini with his brows furrowing in anger. The dumb Vehicle had to break down in the middle of the road and without Ray in the seat, he couldn't help but feel hopeless.If he had known that the car was in a bad state, he would have opted for a cab and abandoned it in the hospital's garage but now, the vehicle had to disappoint him on the highway.He pulled out his phone and called Ray several times but the chauffeur wasn't picking up his calls and to crown to his frustration, no vehicle was coming his way. Ken was hopeless and helpless."Damn it!" He muttered under his breath and almost flung his phone.He began kicking his left tire aggressively, venting out his frustration.A few minutes later, a vehicle drove down the path. It gave a loud horn and Ken was forced to turn around. The car's reflector was wined down and Jane stuck her head out from the vehicle."Is there a problem Dr. Ken?" She asked in a formal tone.Ken faked
Until that car is fixed, I don't want it in my garage." Ken ruled it out. He was on the phone with Ray."Don't worry about a thing boss. I've got this." Ray assured him.After he left the car on the highway, Ray turned up a few minutes later and contacted a mechanic. They were able to get it off the road but the car was still not fixed. Ken had to take a cab to the hospital that morning."You better do something, Ray." He hung up and slapped the phone to the table.Ken sighed and threw his head backward. It was a few minutes to lunch break. His legs were aching and so was his head. Ken and two other doctors conducted surgery that morning and it took them five hours to get the tumor out.A knock landed on Ken's door and he groaned in frustration. He wasn't expecting anyone that afternoon and he was not the one to handle the day's consultation.Without looking at the door and with his head still thrown backward, he demanded in a tired voice."Who's there?"There was no response and soon