"Where are you taking me? Where's Lecter?" Anna questioned Dylan while they trudged toward a motel. She had doubts because the place was secluded, and somehow lower than what Lecter would take her to should he want to surprise her."You shall meet with him soon, ma'am. Please, follow me," Dylan told her. Anna sighed and followed. There were some passerby who walked past them, and since she wasn't being coerced, no one said anything.Dylan led Anna to a room. She looked around the secluded place once again and wanted to turn back. But she wanted to know what this surprise was all about still.However, Anna decided to call it off. It was too spooky for her to deal with."That's it. I'm leaving," she said to Dylan, but then he opened the door and she saw a very romantically arranged room with roses, flowers, cakes, wine and sweets.Anna froze. She gazed at the room while a soft music played somewhere inside. Then she exchanged glances with Dylan who smiled all the way."He wanted to do
Chapter 15 The room went silent as Lecter stepped inside; the sight of him exuded power that only he possessed, and everyone else respected him even though some didn’t want him In the position he held. “I gathered y’all here to discuss the replacement of Reginald Heath.” Lecter started, “I know it came as a shock of his demise, and the sooner than letter, we move on and discuss what to do with this shares and how to find a replacement to take over his place.” Lecter explained while everyone sat back and relaxed, intensely looking at him. “But isn’t it too soon to find a replacement?” One of the shareholders said. “Should we sit back and mourn for longer days and let our businesses slacks?” Another shareholder countered the other person. Everyone started to speak at once. “Silence,” Lecter said, his voice merely above a whisper, and everyone’s voice quieted. “I didn’t call a meeting for all of you to bicker with one another,” he kissed his teeth, “shall we proceed to what’s impor
Chapter 16. The next day, Vance didn’t show up at the office early; he took his time in his house, pondering hard on the steps against Lecter. An idea struck him alongside a light bulb; he hurried out of his house to the office in the early afternoon, and he called for his secretary, who was behind him in a second. “I need you to do something for me.” “What’s that, sir?” She asked, holding a pen and some files in her other hand. “I want you to help me work on something,” Vance rubbed his chin, then continued talking, “I want you to fabricate some files of embezzlement, make it a lot of money.” “I don’t understand.” She said, swallowing hard. “There’s someone that has been testing my power and patience. I want to put the person in place.” Vance explained, but it was apparent the secretary wasn’t getting his points, so he explained further. “You’re to fabricate some papers that show embezzlement of money; let it be known that who stole the money is no one other than Lecter Jam
**Days later** Venita was explaining to the cashier what she wanted to do with the loan she was requesting, and she was starting to get frustrated that even with her status, she was being refused. If only she had managed to treat Lecter well, by now, she would be swimming in wealth. "His driver status is good. I might as well hurry to get him back. He can lead me to his boss," Venita let out a frustrating sigh; she didn’t want to waste any more time in the bank and decided to leave; she would ask her father for the money before she went broke. Just as she turned around, walking away, she bumped into a body, and by the time she looked up to apologize. It was Lecter. Venita quickly went down to her knees and began to cry, drawing people’s attention to them. Her acts were causing a scene, and Lecter felt annoyed by her actions. “Baby, please. Take me back; I promise to be a good wife.” Lecter raised a brow to look at her, “You promise?” His voice held some bit of sarcasm. “I k
Lecter approached that particular morning with a very wary mindset and he just didn’t understand why. It was probably was because his ex-wife chose to bring about a spectacle surrounding them, putting him in a spotlight he obviously didn’t want. Maybe because he also dreamt about life with Venita before their unfortunate separation, something he had given his all to bury for all eternity. Well, either way, he didn’t sleep well and he wasn’t in the least happy about it. That morning, during breakfast a servant spilled hot coffee on his white collared shirt, nearly burning him. Frustrated, he banged his hands on the table. “Can I just have a fucking break?” He hated bad days as they had possibilities of more horrible things happening throughout the day. Right now, he just didn’t want that. “Sorry,” The servant apologized frantically, stuttering. He shut his eyes, placing his thumb and his index finger on the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. After managing to gather his em
“What were you thinking, huh?” Morris yelled over the phone, frantic, “How could you miss the target? What did I pay you then for, huh?” He couldn’t believe it when Dan called telling him that the person who died in the bomb explosion wasn’t Lecter James but his father. He had meticulously planned this waiting until it was finally time before sticking and yet it missed! “Mr. Morris, it wasn’t intended for the target to be misplaced. For some reason it just happened and there was no time to disrupt it.” “You had one job! One job! All you had to do was kill that bastard son of Kent James! Not him!” “It was a mistake, sir, everything soon became out of my control and I couldn’t—” He shut his eyes, placing his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose, “Enough. You have to go into hiding, quickly. Kent’s brat is really cunning, I mean I was once his father's friend so I know better. Very soon he should figure out that his father wasn’t the actual target and that it was him
Lecter approached the four walls of Morris’s house for one thing and one thing only: to get the truth, regardless of the cost. It didn’t matter to him the means he’d have to go through, he just had to know or he felt like he’d go insane soon enough. It kept him up at night each time reminding him that his father hadn’t truly been appeased and his murder would remain an unfortunate event. He couldn’t tolerate that, he wasn’t sure his father would, either.So that was the reason he was here with his men, right in front of Morris’s home, ringing the door bell. His insomnia and nightmares had gotten to him and there was a rage that was slowly building. A maid opened the door, eyes widened on seeing him, “Hello, sir,” She said softly but he didn’t miss the cautious look in her eyes, as if she was on guard against a predator. “I came to see Morris, tell him that I am here.” Lecter said in a cold time. It didn’t matter to me how cold he sounded. Nothing these days to him mattered at a
**some days later** The phone rang. "Hello!" Lecter picked up his phone, "Who is this?" “It's me, the PI. I have gotten a lot of information on the company run by Morris. How do I get them to you?" The investigator asked. “That's a silly question. How have you been giving me information all this while? Place copies of what you have in the trash box," Lecter said and the PI muttered incoherent things after a silence. "If it's your payment that you are worried about, be rest assured, if the information you got is as good as I think, you will get more." Lecter ended the call afterwards. - There was a knock on Lecter's office door. "Come in." He said. A man with an all-black outfit and a hoodie covering his head entered. It was the private investigator. Lecter frowned. "I thought to deliver these myself sir," the PI said. “Do you not know that you probably bring more attention to yourself because of what you're wearing?" Lecter asked him sarcastically. The PI just smirked