"There’s no guarantee that she won’t let the bomb detonate once she’s in the clear." Maurice said as Grace had left the building with Charlotte. “She wants me to sign over my company to her, I can’t do that when I’m dead. She knows that killing everyone means I’ll die as well, I don’t think she’ll take the risk and detonate it.” Alarick said.“Still, I’m not taking any chances. I don’t trust her.” Maurice responded to Alarick. He and two members of the bomb squad that came on the mission ran towards it at lightning speed trying to ascertain how to turn it off without automatically setting it off. No one trusted what Grace had said so they had to make sure that she wasn't playing them. Everyone was on high alert due to the bomb that was still slowly but surely counting down to zero. All except Alarick. Alarick stood in the middle of the hall, a few feet from Dylan's corpse staring at the hallway Grace walked out of, still bewildered. He still couldn't believe what happened. Even th
It was too late. They weren’t fast enough. Behind them, there was an explosion as the countdown got to zero. But nothing happened to any of them, nor did the building collapse or go up in flames. Just the loud sound of something exploding but no effects. Alarick, still in the cover of his men, opened his eyes when he noticed that he felt no pain. His hands touched parts of his body to make sure that he was actually alright and not just in shock. Once he was sure that he was fine, he looked around. All his men and Maurice were alive and looking around the room wondering why they didn’t die from the large explosion that they heard.“What the hell just happened?” Maurice said.Alarick looked forward and walked towards the bomb fragments that he saw on the floor a way back. He bent down and picked up something that he didn’t expect to see from a bomb. Confetti. Alarick scrunched his nose at the revelation. The bomb had blown up like it was supposed to but instead of actually killing every
Alarick arrived at the office early that morning with a grim look on his face. He had called all the members of the board for an emergency meeting that weekend. Most of them were not happy to come around the office on their days off but they had no choice. It was important matter they needed to discuss but he didn’t know how the board members would take the news.Alarick walked into the lobby of the company where he was accompanied by his secretary Vivian who had a tablet in one of her hands and a heap of folders in her other. She balanced the load as she walked behind Alarick and into the elevator. “Sir, I don’t really mind being here on the weekend but why are we here especially this early in the day? Did something go wrong?”Alarick pressed the button of the floor that they needed to go to before speaking.“Sorry for the early call. I know I don’t normally do this but I needed you to work overtime this weekend. You'll be paid a bonus for it so don't worry.”The elevator opened up t
Alarick had woken up the next day with a bad mood and a text message on his phone. It wasn’t an unknown number this time. The name connected to the number clearly showed Grace. He sighed before taking up his phone and checking the message. I’LL MEET YOU AT THE COMPANY FOR THE SIGNING AT NOON. DON’T TRY ANYTHING FUNNY, REMEMBER THAT I STILL HAVE CHARLOTTE. I’LL SEE YOU SOON ALARICK. Alarick frowned. She wanted to do the signing at the company? Why? He had thought she would insist on meeting elsewhere for the signing and only come to the company after signing the documents to make the company hers officially. What was she going to gain by doing this instead? He couldn’t wrap his head around what Grace was planning but right now he didn’t have any time. He had to get to the company and place some things in order. It all had to be done before Grace arrived. He hadn’t expected her to do this so he would have to restructure some things that had already been set up. Alarick got up from his
Grace’s fingers dug into Alarick’s shoulder as she grinned at the crowd. Alarick composed himself but moved away from Grace successfully removing himself from her iron grip and gave the press a small smile. The crowd didn’t notice the tension between them so they kept on shouting out various questions. Each of them wanting to get the scoop on the King family that could catapult them to the next stage of their career.Alarick frowned. He knew that this was Grace’s plan to turn the tables and tell her own form of the story to the public. No doubt she was going to use this to her advantage but Alarick was also going to use this. He was going to beat her at her own game. He would show her that he too could stoop down to her level. A stocky male reporter stepped up and shouted a question above the rest.“We got some information that you were signing over your company today. Is that true Mr. King?”“Yes, it is.”No one was interested in knowing why she was alive because the details of her f
Alarick’s car pulled up to the location that was on the phone that Grace had handed over to him. It was an old decrepit building and by the looks of it no one could tell what it actually was unless they had been in it. Alarick got down from his car and eyed the building. It looked like there had been some homeless people living there at some time due to the sheer number of abandoned tents and mattresses that he saw laying outside on the asphalt. Alarick paid no mind to the rubbish that laid on the ground. He went in through the front door and instantly the musty smell of the room hit him. He wrinkled his nose and covered his mouth. “Ugh. What is that?”Alarick glanced over to the side of the door and saw several dead rats around what he could only assume to be food laced with rat poison. He gagged and turned away from it. With the amount of machinery that littered the room, Alarick could tell that the building was probably a warehouse for large construction machinery of some sort.
Charlotte stood in the bathroom with her hair tied up in a towel and one tied around her body. She looked at the image staring back at her in the mirror. Her hands grazed the mark on her neck and she winced at the pain she felt from the burn. Her hands dropped from her neck and went to her wrist. The rope burns were still hurting a bit and they stood out from her skin colour. The women had helped her relax a bit and washed off all the grime and dirt that coated her body but it wasn't the same. She didn't feel the same as how she did before all this happened. Although her skin was clean her mind had been darkened and stained by what she had endured. They scrubbed her severally but they can’t scrub the memories away.Charlotte's hands dropped as tears began to swell up in her eyes. She couldn't believe how she looked. Being captured and tied up had turned her into a distasteful version of herself. She bit her lip, willing the tears to go back. When she was taken by Alarick, she cried.
Alarick watched as Charlotte walked away without turning back. He pulled his hair at Charlotte’s dismissal of his proposal to work together. He knew it was going to be tough to get her on his side but he was hoping that he wouldn’t need to convince her that much. He thought of when she called him out for being self-centered and he winced. Charlotte was right about that in some cases but being narcissistic was out of the question. Alarick let out a sigh. He really couldn’t do anything except to go after Grace himself. He couldn’t force Charlotte and he wouldn’t dream of it especially after what he did to her.Alarick looked at the tombstone again before walking away and going to the mansion. His father knew that today was the day for signing over but he didn’t know that Alarick had already signed it over yet. Cillian had still expected Alarick to come up with a plan so they wouldn’t lose all they worked for but it didn’t turn out that way. Ever since Alarick told Cillian that Grace was