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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 98. An insane plan!
“I’m telling you, Jace,” says Coraline, “you’re insane for doing this.”We’ve packed everything up already, and honestly, we did not have much here that our ours. We decided to leave the groceries at home so the other person who would claim this place could use them, maybe the next manager who my father will have to order from here.I’ve sent him an email for that already, after trying to take a call but not coming up with anything other than the line constantly ringing. He must be out of the country again or at least in a no-signal zone.We’ve sent emails to everyone who concerns with our decision already before we started packing as the company needed warning in order to find someone new to fulfill the positions created by our absence. Of course, Oliver and the rest of the construction zone crew were flabbergasted at this new development. It will be throwing a bit of a wrench to my plans regarding the timber yard, but that deal could be done long distance. By now the preliminary tal
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 99. Goodbye, Montana!
Oliver takes me to a side before we could part ways.“Look, I’m not even pretending to know what’s going on in that brain of yours,” he starts to gripe, and I raise my hand in a silencing motion.“Look, Oliver,” I tell him, not wanting to fight with the man again, not when I was just about ship out of here. I might not come back here for a long time from now, and I may not meet Oliver again. I did not want to leave here on bad terms. “I know that you don’t have much faith in me, but this is not a decision I’m taking lightly. You have to trust me when I say that even though you don’t, I know what I’m doing. Believe it or not, I’m not an idiot. I’ve had an extensive education in business, and I’m utilizing it for the betterment of my father’s company, which would one day be my own company if my father has his way. And guess what, no more than six months ago, I would’ve loathed it. But now, I don’t. I’m actually looking forward to it. And these things, these foolhardy schemes as you put
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 100. I know just the man!
We watch from the wide windows of the train as the landscape that had homed us for the past few weeks, and I feel a strange sense of relief, knowing that we were bound for home. Although it was so sudden, Coraline looks happy as well.“It was great while it lasted except for a few parts,” suddenly, she said, her chin resting on her hand as she gazed out at the mountains, “but I’m glad we’re going home. I missed my parents.”“Oh,” I reply intelligently. And then I remember the package I’d snatched from the truck I’d taken to the town right before everything had gone to shit. I did not get to wrap it up as I had planned, but I will have to do without that now.Digging in my messenger bag, I fish out the package and hand it over to Coraline, who peers at it curiously with a bit of confusion.“What’s that?”“It’s something I got for you when I went to town,” I reply, trying not to blush at giving my best friend a gift. And no, I am not thinking about what those eco-conservationists said a
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 101. SPE
After breakfast, Gerald takes me to a skyscraper right in the middle of the city.“So, is this where the lawyer’s office is, or are we running some sort of an errand before meeting them?”“The former.”I whistle low, taking in the sleek and expensive-looking interior design of the building, the modern architectural style, and the sharply dressed people who are buzzing about holding the latest technological pieces in their hands, and realize that this is no building is nothing ordinary. People who work here must be pretty loaded, given how almost every city headquarters of some famous brands, local as well as international, are present. I even see a floor dedicated to my father’s own company.“Why is there a floor for Greyson Consolidated when we are literally based on Clandestine city?” I question, curious.Gerald shoots me a sly smile, “well, it’s because this building is owned by your father’s company, young master.”I can’t help but raise a brow at him, “seriously?”“Of course. I w
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 102. Cup of Tea
We are ushered into a very spacious office by the perky assistant, and asked to take seats until the man, Erikkson, arrives. Apparently, Erikkson is making himself a ‘cup of tea’ at the moment in the little kitchenette of the office.“Huh,” I mutter, “I always thought these lawyer types had assistants to these things for them.”“Not Erikkson,” grins Gerald, “when it comes to his ‘tea’, that man trusts no one with it.”I do not know why, but everyone keeps stressing the word ‘tea’ in relation to this Erikkson dude. I think it might be an inside joke of sorts. It’s more than clear that Gerald is familiar enough with these people to come barging into the office to meet the man without even having a prior appointment as well as bringing someone else with him, so I don’t ask him about it. I don’t want to annoy Gerald with my questions the first day I’m back in the city.“I see,” I reply, and take it upon myself to look around the office where a shocking amount of newspaper articles has bee
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 103. Confirmed Deal!
Rick Erikkson is more than thrilled to take our case.“It’s no ‘Poker night serial Killer’,” he says, referring to one of his most famous cases after I finish gaping at him for not just considering, but actually agreeing to take the case after listening to my recount, “but I haven’t really had a case relating to environmental conservation in a long time.”“But you’ve done one before, right?” I as.“Yeah. During the first days in my career, there was a case about illegal waste material dumping in natural water bodies,” he recounts, “I was only a very young lawyer then, hardly experienced. But it ended in a win, of course. I got recruited to this firm after that case as well.”“Oh?” I’m surprised to hear that. “Well, guess this will be an easy job for you.”“You can never be too sure, and to be honest, I would like it to be harder, but that’s just me,” he throws a wink at us, “so, we need some basic rules here. You tell me that these guys you’re trying to help set fire to a structure in
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 104. Shit!
“Well,” I muse, somewhat dazedly, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like that.” Gerald smiles knowingly, “Mr. Erikkson does have that effect on people.” “You mean he’s like a human hurricane to everyone he meets?” “That would be an apt descriptor for him, yes,” he nods, “Erikkson always had far more energy than one man should since the day I met him. He flirts with anything on two legs and legal age, turns his charm up to the maximum with the blink of an eye, and then astounds you with his intelligence and cunning wit the next. I have no idea how he keeps all that restraint under a respectable demeanor the moment he is in court. Mind you, his tongue will be sharp as ever, but he would have this air of absolute authority over him and believe me when I say that man does not have enemies in judges.” “I’m guessing that this is not a common feat for lawyers?” “No, it isn’t. You got no idea how utterly petty some judges could be, but never with Richard Erikkson. They eat right out of
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 105. Accuser
“It’s not what it looks like!” I screech, thrusting my hands in front of me desperately in order to somehow reverse this misunderstanding, “I swear. I’m just taking care of something!”Apparently, that is the bad thing to say, because the man’s eyes widen, and an utterly horrified expression dawns on his face, and I expect him to clutch his imaginary pearls any second now. He shuffles back towards the door before gasping, “oh, God, have you no decency at all? This is a public building, sir, and you’re in a place where anyone can just wander in.” And then he growls, looking mad, “Are you one of those freaks who actually get off on people walking in on you? Is this it? Did you make me an unwilling participant in your sick fantasy?!”“Jesus Christ, man, you have some imagination,” I can’t help but say because what? Who the hell jumps to that conclusion first when he stumbles across a half-naked man in a bathroom? “And for the record, no! Of course not, I wasn't doing anything sexual!”“Y
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261. Supernatural?
“Oh, fuck!” I let out as I spring away from where I’d been lying with my head on Estelle’s lap. “Holy shit, I’m normal! I’m normal!”I pat at my body, and sure enough, it’s two-legged, hairless, and my hands are actually my hands! With fingers and pink skin, with only some fine hair on my forearms, and no black fur in sight!I immediately look behind me, and nearly cry in relief when I see that I have a normal, human posterior, not one with a tail.And to my surprise, my clothes are still intact though I had ripped them when I had turned into a dog, but they were still here. Thank God, because I did not fancy getting naked for the second time today.“I did not think that would happen,” Estelle comments, and I turn to her. She doesn’t look too shocked at my reappearance as a human. She stands up from where she had been sitting, brushing off her pants as if on habit before turning to me with a smile, “Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t call that hospital.”I stare at her for a moment, won
260. Scream
I cower near the toilet, scared out of my fricking mind as the door opens, hoping to everything holy that she would not freak out, which is stupid considering who would not freak out when they see an animal in a room where they initially left a human in?But to my utter surprise, when Estelle opens the door, she does not scream or throw anything at me.Instead, she blinks.Once.Twice.And then she opens her mouth to say, “Oh.”I blink at her. What did she mean oh? There’s a fricking dog creature in her bathroom and no sign of a human, the human that came to her house naked in the middle of the rain! Why does she look so calm and curious? Why is she looking at me like this was every other Tuesday in her life? I feel so confused that a whine falls from my throat, and that seems to snap her out of her contemplative stare.“I didn’t realize that you were one of them,” she tells me in a confused tone, brows furrowed, “I mean, it’s not like I’m new to this, I should’ve been able to smell y
259. Coming in
I felt different.It was like everything that made me myself, my personality, my conscience, my thinking, and my control over my body, had been plucked out of the said body and then put into a small box somewhere in my mind. I didn’t have any control of my body, although I could feel my body, but then I could not actually feel like I did every day. No, it felt like it wasn’t my body, but then it felt like my body, but not my body again…I didn’t know what to make out of this. My head hurt, and I felt like my breathing capacity had increased and my legs had shortened, and I couldn’t stand up regardless of my somewhat dubious control I tried to open my mouth to talk but couldn’t do that either.And my visions feel weird, everything feels lower than it did before whatever happened to me happened, and the pictures flitting through my eyes seem far more intense than normal. I can hear so many noises as well, the fill of water in the tank somewhere, the sloshing of liquid in the septic tank
258. Get out.
“Okay, so this is going to sound utterly unbelievable at first,” I say, “but bear with me, okay? This really happening and I am not lying, not one bit.”Estelle raises a brow at me. “Okay, normally, if someone tries to defend themselves that much, I might get a little suspicious, but then again what happened to your girlfriend made it to the news and I would never have thought anything like that taking place outside movies or books so I’m going to let you tell your story and pass judgment afterward.”“Fair. To be honest, I don’t even know if I should tell you all this considering there’s still an active investigation happening,” not that the active investigation was doing anything to help. You would think that after being one of the centerpieces of a murder and kidnapping investigation you would be questioned by authorities daily and at least be sent to jail once, but so far, we were only hearing crickets from the police side. It felt like they were truly living under the impression t
257. Ex
Estele sighs, running her fingers through her hair.“I honestly don’t know at this point,” she says, “I’ve never really given any serious thought about this. I knew from the start that I was going to be very careful when having sex with people and was always prepared up until yesterday. And like I told you, I’m not the one for hookups and one-night stands. I love relationships, and I’d gotten out of one just mere months ago and still am not over it, not really.”“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I wince, wondering how two similar people like us could’ve done the same mistake, “was it a bad breakup? I didn’t bring back any memories or something, did I?”Estelle gives out a snort of laughter at that.“No, dude, I can’t even remember the hookup so nothing like that happened,” she reminds me, “and it wasn’t a messy breakup per se. I just…we fell out of love, you see. I never thought that would happen in a relationship. We had been dating for like two years now, and I honestly thought that the next step
256. Good news
After spending quite some time rifling through her wardrobe, Estelle comes downstairs to where I’m sitting on one of her mauve-colored couches with a fluffy blanket wrapped around my frame, holding some clothes.“Good news,” she grins at me, “there are some clothes one of my friends left here after staying the night, and she is about your size. So, if you don’t have an issue with pink,” she hands me the large pink t-shirt she’s got bundled in her hand with a wry quirk to her lips, “and basketball shorts,” she hands me bright red basketball shorts, “then these are yours.”I squint at the combination and comment, “You know, I don’t mean any offense, but who on earth wears this combo even to bed?” The t-shirt is fuchsia with cute, squiggly sheep jumping over a bright green patch of grass. It is truly an assault on the senses, and the less said about the shorts the better.Estelle snorts, “She’s a bit into the eclectic side of fashion. You want me to try and find something else?”“Oh, no,
255. Brain Injury
“Follow me,” I’m being instructed as soon as I enter the quaint little house through the doors. I take a brief look around, my newly deepened senses getting acquainted with the new surroundings I’ve found myself in, and there's nothing to complain about. The lavender and cream scent that emanated from Estelle permeated every available surface of the house and then some, along with the intermingling scents of the cut flowers artistically arranged in various cute vases on almost every available flat surface, one vase each, and the smell of firewood burning in the fireplace. The wallpapers are mauve themes, the skirtings are white, and the floor is made of polished hardwood, and the house lighting is ambient. There is a window seat near the large window I failed to see from the outside, and the wall next to the window is covered with a bookrack. I squint at the old-looking books, trying to see if there are any names on the spines. Some have names, but a lot of them are nameless.Interest
254. Cover
I try to see if there are any materials lying around in what seems to be the backyard of the house, but there are only flowering plants and herbs, neatly grown in flowerbeds and growing heartily, all over the yard. It’s not fenced or gated, and while to me that looks like a bad move security-wise, I guess the residents of this quaint little house do not think so.It’s actually a cottage, by the looks of it, and extremely old-fashioned at that. Blue in color, freshly painted, with white windows and doors, as well as a black tiled roof that had an opening for a chimney.Smoke is coming out of the chimney, and the glow of evening lights emanates from behind the white curtains that had been put behind the windows. It looks homely, and surely someone living in a home like this would not turn away someone needing help, would they?I desperately wish I had something to cover myself, but sadly there is not, so I try to use my hand. Never have I felt this humiliated by a circumstance, and I h
253. Woods
There's something wet on my face. That is the first thing that registers in my mind when I start to gain consciousness from the sea of darkness that my being had been submerged in. The wetness is cold, cold enough to shock me into the real world from wherever it was I had been before, where darkness was a constant. The second thing I register is pain. It's the kind of pain that you would expect to overtake your body after extensive surgery done by some amateur medical professional after a rather terrifying car accident. I feel like I'm cut up and being sewn off raw, with needles pricking onto my skin from everywhere all at once. The wetness starts to increase, and soon enough through the pain, I realize that this had got to be water. What kind of water, I'm not sure. But judging by the force of the icy drops colliding with my skin, I feel like it's rain. Why am I being drenched by rain? Why do I feel so hurt? What's going on? I do not know, but I have been through enough harrowin
