D-Day was finally here. With all hands on deck, the occasion was going smoothly, food in different varieties, drinks, and assorted lucrative activities to engage in lightened up the 100th anniversary of the Churchill establishment, and its long and ancient lineage of franchise and newly obtained enterprises around the globe.Aaron, fully dressed for the occasion, walked hand in hand with his muse, Grandpa Adolph, right behind them as they graced the occasion with their presence. “This is huge,” Helen whispered into his ears, impressed by the massive turn-up even with the strict invitation. It was a massive turnup.Call it being comfortable or acting in sync with the occasion, but Helen displayed fragments of her old self. Her hands were enveloped with his and her hawklike eyes, which scrutinized the area, made him feel safe and secure. Grandpa Adolph mingled with the dignitaries in attendance and eventually got lost with the crowd.“Shall we?” Aaron invited Helen to the dance floor
Aaron held onto Helen's shaky figure, as she clutched onto him like he was the last grain of rice on her plate. “I'm scared.” She whispered into his shoulders, her fear palpable even without her saying much. If there was one thing Aaron was certain of, it was that Helen was no murderer and had no hand in the painful demise of the young lad that lay on the floor, lifeless and immobile.The paramedics were at the mansion in no time, and the wailing sound of the siren, caused some guests to head out to view the spectacle and decipher what had gone amiss in such a peaceful gathering as this. The stretcher was brought in as Aaron and Helen stood side by side, making way for the paramedics to lift the body of the dead stranger.“Miss Helen, were you the one that made the call?” The head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Inspector Suarez, asked the couple who stood side by side with each other. One looked shaken up by the incident, her face, and hands enough proof that she had come
“I need the attorney up here immediately,” Aaron spoke to the head office of the M&G legal service team, the beat legal agency in New York. He paced down and up the hallway, antsy and worried about Helen, who seemed shaken up by the ordeal at the mansion. He wondered and pondered on who could cause such a gruesome scene, walked away unfazed and without an iota of guilt, and came up with no one.Attorney Jean arrived right on time, Aaron had no time for pleasantries as he pointed towards the door, evading his attempt to approach him. With a nod, he entered the investigation room. Hopefully, Helen would feel safe with an attorney by her side.Aaron's assertion was wrong. He knew it was his queue to barge into the investigation room. Helen needed him. He lifted her like a bride, as far as he was concerned, the investigation was over until Helen dimmed herself fit to dive into the conversation. “Apologies, sir, she wanted to speak.” Attorney Jean tried to defend his end, but his gibbe
Aaron, after a little struggle with his inner demon, took a step backward, giving the inspector space and a second chance to do the needful. “Walk away inspector. She will pay a visit to the station, once she is fully awake and sober.” He assured the inspector, who appeared to realize Aaron meant every single thing he said and would not mind throwing him off the premises without thinking twice.“I'll be back by noon tomorrow. I am certain she will be well rested and fully conscious to answer my questions and come with me to the station. Like I said earlier, I am just doing my job, Mr. Churchill.” The average height, tanned-skinned middle-aged man, walked away, finally, but his retreat did not signify defeat. He most certainly would be back.Aaron opened Helen's room, her peaceful face and light snores almost caused him to laugh, but the situation was dire and not one that required some form of comic relief. Helen slept soundly on the hospital bed, her worries temporarily thrown out t
After the poor outcome of the 100th anniversary of his ancestors who built up the business he exhumed and took control of, the paparazzi did not fail to twist the narrative in their favor.Therefore, leaving Aaron with little or no means to defend all their allegations. “The Churchill Dynasty In Ruins.” One of the numerous magazines read out.“I suggest damage control, sir.” Ariel chirped in. So much for absolute bed rest, Aaron had to forgo his earlier persuasion for her to stay home and rest. He needed as much help as he could get at the company and with Helen in a turmoil he had no control of, Ariel was the only viable option.“No, that won't quell their vile words Ariel, let them do what they do best, talk and make up stories without concrete proof, that is what they do,” Aaron stated the truth was they both knew, the paparazzi would grovel at anything and everything including dust and made up stories just to earn their keep.Anna had become a silent slithering snake in the house
Aaron, oblivious to the chilly night air and the snow that had to fall in light torrents, listened with rapt attention to what the inspector had to share. “So you are saying harmful objects were forced down his throat? This makes no sense, inspector.” Aaron, perplexed and utterly confused at how gruesome the young man had to die, wondered to himself why his body was dumped in his home.“Were you able to identify the body?” He asked the inspector who was on his second stick. The chilly night air is enough reason to puff out the chill. “Julian Sullivan, an Italian immigrant, twenty-eight years old and fresh out of college. He had a promising future,” it was too bad, to say the least, that he died an early death. Aaron helped himself to the cigarette that was offered to him earlier.He barely smoked, but the situation called for it. “Who do you think is the culprit, Mr. Suarez?” He was the inspector here and knew better how to fix the mystery puzzle. Suarez crushed his cigarette butt
Helen's ward was empty, but the side door in the foyer that was ajar meant she did not flee the scene out of fear of the unknown.Helen stood in the foyer, basking in the cold air that even caused Aaron to shiver. He picked out one of the rainbow-colored blankets and headed towards her direction. She shook a bit, oblivious to her environment, she failed to notice when he came in.“It's cold out here,” he expected her to move in sync with his hands on her shoulders, but Helen remained rooted to the ground, where she stood. “Why do I have to be the victim, facing different misfortunes at a time, it isn't fair.” Aaron had never seen her in such a state of devastation, he wanted to ease her of her burden, make it all go away, but Helen had become a fountain of pessimistic thoughts.“Look at me, I want you to remember that you always scathe through whatever situation you find yourself in. You've been different shades of optimistic vigor ever since I met you. Don't let something like this,
“I ordered Chinese food, what do you want on the menu?” Aaron slightly knocked on Helen's door as he spoke to her without invading her private space. She kept mute, not replying to his question. He tugged on his hair, ready to break the door open if she did not let him in.“Helen, I'm coming in.” He announced again, this time around, the door opened with a click. Helen looked disheveled, and underneath her eyes, had prominent eye bags. “I don't eat Chinese.” She finally responded to his question. That was one of the biggest fallacies she could come up with. Who didn't eat Chinese? “How about chicken and chips with a glass of cold beer?” He made a salutation sound in the air, but her dead-on stare still did not change.“I just need a good night's rest, Aaron. Let's talk tomorrow.” Before he could say anything, she shut the door back with a click. Aaron stood in front of the door, perplexed and disturbed by Helen's behavior. “I'll be right here whenever you need me.” He spoke into the