Nicholas already had it all figured out. It was simple and he was ready to do it. He was just going to deceive Maya and Bob into believing that he was for them. He was going to act along with their schemes and then he was going to reap them off everything that they worked and sweated for. Yes, that was the ultimate revenge, he thought as he smiled proudly to himself. Bob Fisher and Maya Shay had grown into the enemies of his life and he was hell bent and determined on showing them who was the boss. With that thought in mind, Nicholas grabbed his phone as he called the guy he had asked to call Bob Fisher. The phone rang and was picked on the first ring and the voice flowed out of the speaker. "Hello?" It said and Nicholas sighed before he spoke. "It's Nicholas Graham." Nicholas said into the call. "How did it go?" He asked him. "It went well." The detached voice said from the speaker. "I called and informed Bob Fisher and I can say that he was beginning to believe what I ha
Nicholas' eyes widened at that. Mal was on his way? He looked alarmed at that. Lindsay looked at him and she folded her hand as she did. "What are you going to do?" She asked him. "What do you mean what am I going to do?" He asked her. "What are we going to do?" He asked her. This wasn't just him. It was both of them. "It's not something to be scared about. " She said to him. "You're Mal's friend are you not?" She asked him. "What do you mean by that?" Nicholas asked as he gave her a hard look. Before Lindsay could respond to Nicholas' question, the door creaked open and Mal stepped into the room. as he came in, all eyes were turned on him. His presence was filled in the room, and as he entered Nicholas stiffened on seeing him. He became uncomfortable. At least he wasn't uncomfortable. Mal's eyes swept the room before settling on Nicholas and he let out a small smile on seeing them. "Nicholas, Lindsay," he greeted them, his tone was neutral but his gaze was penetrating a
Nicholas slowly opened his eyes and looked around his room. He groaned out loud as he watched with squinted eyes as the sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating his thoroughly dishevelled room. His head pounded from the hangover he had the previous night, and the events of the previous night came rushing back like a flood whose gates that held back the waters had been let open. He still felt somewhat uneasy at the ordeals of last night when he had had the brief altercation with Lindsay and Mal. His phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand, and groaning he lazily reached for it, squinting at the screen. It was Maya. With a sigh, he answered the call. "Nicholas," Maya's voice came through the receiver speaker and he groaned at how loud her voice was, "I'm on my way to my lawyer's office to get the check for the money my father left me in his will." She told him. Nicholas rolled his eyes as his lips curled into a sardonic smile. Maya really was falling for this, huh? "O
Nicholas took a deep breath. He could very well feel the weight of the words he'd just spoken settle over them like a heavy blanket. Lindsay was silent, her eyes fixed on the ground. The park around them seemed unusually still, as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for her response. “I know you care about him,” Nicholas continued, his voice quieter now. “But I’ve been your friend for so long, Lindsay. I’ve seen how he treats you, and I just can’t stand it. I can’t stand by and do nothing.” Lindsay finally looked up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Nicholas, I appreciate your honesty, but this is so complicated. Mal and I have a history, and it’s not something I can just walk away from.” Nicholas clenched his fists, trying to keep his emotions in check. “I understand that. But don’t you see? He’s not right for you. You deserve someone who truly loves you, who respects you, and who won’t take you for granted.” She sighed, looking torn. “I... I need time
Maya paced angrily around the room. “I think we should demand for a ransom” The young sturdy looking man said into the phone as his eyes searched the environment for possible threats. "There's a lot of eyes on the case presently" "we need to think fast" He said. “The police are in on this case and wouldnʼt go down well if weʼre caught” The young man continued. “Weʼll be losing on every side” He paused as the man on the other end responded after a long wait. “ Demand for the ransom and fill me in.” The voice said calmly as the line disconnected. The young man puts on his hoodie as he walks out of the vicinity. ....... Laura shay walked round M&M's Mart as she picked a few groceries her eyes were weak and seemed weary a dark circle was casted around her eyes. She carefully picked her groceries off the counter holding the trolley. The other Customers muttered some gossip about her but she was too drained to engage i
Laura Shay stood by the window of the small psychiatric hospital room, staring out at the city skyline. It was a bright day, but no one was sure on whether it would rain or not. The twilight hues painted a surreal picture, it was totally different from the mess that was her life life. Jer daughter was still too young to be going through a midlife crisis. She had only just left one marriage. Not two and most certainly not three! She wasn't even up to the age of thirty yet. Well she was on her way but not there yet. She turned back to look at Maya, whose tear-streaked face lay calm and untroubled as she lay fast asleep. She wished she could feel that peace, even if just for a moment. The sound of a knock on the door broke Laura out from her thoughts. She opened it to find Tania standing there. Tania glanced into the room at Maya who was sleeping before she looked back to Laura . "Mrs Shay, we need to talk," Tania said, and stepped inside as she closed the door behind her. "I've been
Nicholas sat in his spacious living room. The city lights filtered through the large windows and illuminated the room. The silence he basked in alone in the room was quite comforting, it was way different from the apparent chaos that was swirling in his mind. His thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. Glancing at the screen, he saw the name "Bob Fisher" flashing. With a resigned sigh, he answered. "What is it?" He asked tiredly. "Nicholas, we need to talk," Bob's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. He seemed to be urgent. But Nicholas already knew what this was about. He instinctively leaned back and then he closed his eyes momentarily. "Bob, I don't think now is the best time. I'm dealing with a lot right now." He said in a tired voice. "Maybe some other time." He opined. Bob's tone sharpened at that. "I don't care about your schedule, Nicholas. This is important. Meet me at the diner on 8th and Main in an hour." He told him sharply and Nichol
Thirty minutes later, Nicholas heard the familiar chime of his doorbell. He opened the door to find Morgan standing there, her sharp eyes immediately taking in his tensed demeanour. He let her in. "Nicholas," she greeted curtly, stepping inside. "You said things were getting complicated. What's going on?" She asked him. He motioned for her to follow him into the living room. As she settled onto the couch, he poured himself another drink, offering her one which she declined with a wave of her hand. "It's about Maya's inheritance," he began, leaning against the mantle. "Bob Fisher and his fiancée, Maya, are convinced they were scammed and are holding me responsible. Bob even accused me of being involved." He said to her, Morgan's expression didn't change, but he could see the gears turning in her mind. She was always good at assessing situations quickly and coming up with solutions. "Why would they think you were involved?" she asked. "Because I was the one who introduced them