“Boss, we have a problem.” Harold, the company's information assistant, informed Lucas who just arrived from the bank soliciting an extension of payment of the loan he had acquired from the institution. Everything was falling apart, and it happened with quick and immediate effect without remedy.“What is it, Harold?” Lucas raced to his office, Harold right behind him, keeping him updated on the question he asked earlier. “We have some guests and things are not looking so good.” Yes, Lucas noticed the eruptions and endless murmurs from the workers, who did not hide their anxiety that reeked in the air.This had to be some kind of nightmare, this was not happening. Lucas needed to wake up from this bad dream. He turned to the left and the people who stood in the corner all looked blurry and almost non-existent. “Richard, Richard” and with that, he choked on his fear, coughing out loud into the dimly lit tiny rathole.Anna's hands, still raised in the air for another hit, fell to her s
“Mummy, Emily?” Ryan tried to call out to Emily, who usually came to get him up from his cradle each morning. “You miss Emily, don't you? Yes, you do.” She placed her mouth on his stomach as she tickled him. Ryan rewarded her with a loud baby babble, which in turn had Helen laughing.Finally, those CCTV cameras were going to be installed today… Helen took Ryan, to his one true love, Emily, whose eyes lit up at the sight of Ryan. “Oh, Emily, I brought someone.” Helen presented to Emily her gift, which she smiled into its face, lifting it like it weighed nothing. She looked better and the awful purple, around her eyes, had become a little faint. “You almost gave me a scare yesterday. I still find it difficult to believe that someone as meticulous and as careful as you are, tripped and fell. A high place. It doesn't sit well with me.” Helen's mode of getting her to open up still failed to garner the response she expected. Emily still stood on her previous testimony, not distorting or
Anna had a feeling Mr. Henry Neville had something to say to her behind closed doors and looked forward to their next meeting. He was an interesting man. Lucas's somber mood and lack of speech made her wonder if he was preparing himself for his day of reckoning, or probably considering taking flight or remaining rooted to fight like a man.“Your uncle is responsible for the shooting that caused Helen to be in a state of coma, he is one bad chunk of an alpha male.” She could not hold back how impressed she was by Mr. Neville. Prison life looked good on him as well, and he appeared to be receiving loads of preferential treatment. “He runs the prison as well… I can tell from his robust appearance.” She concluded. Anna heard of his prowess in the Churchill empire, his famous succession plan that ended up down the drain due to Aaron's arrival. The man's hatred for Aaron ran deeper than she could fathom. He was the best pawn in her game. He would blindly walk into puddles without think
“Ariel, thank you for coming at such short notice.” Aaron needed all the help he could get, the company's 100th anniversary was around the corner, and he needed to dust out the old shelves of the Churchill dynasty, especially those that came before him. “It is a pleasure, sir.” Ariel brushed his gratitude aside, maybe she felt indebted to his act of kindness, he had no idea.The day went slowly, with all the preparations overwhelming him and Helen in Helen's absence, Aaron and Ariel multitasked. “The event should be hosted with love and strictly on invitation. A large crowd is a bad idea.” He spoke while Ariel did the jotting. In between talking and typing on his system, he accessed his secretary, she looked way better than the last time he saw her. No visible baby bump, but he knew first hand, it would eventually appear.“You took my advice.” He applauded her for doing as he instructed. The office was rowdy as preparations for the event at hand had already begun.Aaron could feel t
“What did I miss, Mr. Gray field?” Aaron always got the truth in its original form from Mr. Grey Field, who made sure the details were correctly placed. “A fight broke out here, a week ago. Goodness, one of the men involved is still on suspension.” Aaron, shocked by the news, headed into the building, of course, prepared to query the head of security for withholding such crucial information from him.“Ariel, make a call to headquarters. All the guards should make themselves available.” He instructed his secretary who placed the call. An alarm went off in the building and with that, those present gathered at the round table. The murmurs and mumbling persisted. It was no news to them why they were all summoned. In no time, the round table gushed with men of different sizes and forms.“A fight ensued. How did this happen?” Aaron wanted to know what he was up against. With the anniversary at hand, he did not want a disruption or chaos. If the security team were at loggerheads, then the
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