Reporters and various camera lights started to flash, each person speaking over the other trying to be heard.It was chaos.It got so bad that some even tried to step on each other, pushing others out of the way to shove Mike in our faces.Jason and Mina were already facing the crowd, milking the attention by answering their questions with what he had no doubt were well-rehearsed and carefully selected answers.Sean's nostrils flared in anger, unable to stomach the insults.How dare they?When they saw that Sean wasn't responsible, more people turned towards Mina and Jason badgering them with questions.Sean glimpsed a blinking red light on someone's camera, reminding him that they were live, this entire thing was transmitted to TV stations.Urghhhh, fuck!The whole thing was stressing his brain out, so much so that it was on the verge of being shut down.That was when he decided he had had enough.“Alright, that's it!” He bellowed, clapping his hands together to gain everyone's atten
Sean could hardly believe his eyes, his mind running at a million miles per hour trying to figure out how to mitigate the damage.The annoying parts were that the blogs were portraying his bad sides, circulating the clip where he looked guilty and not showing the one where he tried to speak up for himself.Reading the comments was even worse. People blamed him, siding with Amelia's family. Many times, he was tempted to post something debunking the claims but he knew that would only add fuel to the flames, and give their lies more traction.Sean shot a message off to Rebecca, powering his devices down after telling her to push back his appointments.All he wanted was a fucking break.Already, a headache the size of an anthill was forming at the base of his skull.Fixing himself a quick breakfast made of scrambled eggs and toast, he popped aspirin in his mouth washed it down with water, and promptly went to lay down.But even with his eyes closed, Sean couldn't get his mind to shut off
Sean paced around, his brain heating up.“What do you mean by consequences?!” He turned around suddenly, asking Moriah. “I just told you that I didn't do anything. Amelia and her family probably got it into their head that this would be some sort of punishment for not going through with the wedding.”Moriah sighed, standing up from her seat. “I believe you and I trust you.” A sneer appeared on her face, her lip curling in annoyance. “Besides, I always knew that Cruz girl was shady.”Sean's eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”“How do you think I found you at that courthouse that day?” She asked.“I don't know. Maybe you-” “Ever since the ban got lifted and we could come back to the States, I've been keeping track of you, tracing your movements…that was how I knew about the wedding.” She cut in. “When I found out you wanted to get married, I did the only thing any protective mother would do…I did a background check on Amelia. That was how I knew what a cunny and greedy girl she was, her
Stretching out his suit jacket, Sean let out a shuddering breath waiting for the car that was supposed to come to pick him up.Heeding Moriah's words, Sean didn't turn down the invitation and mentally prepared for the day to come, informing Rebecca to handle things at the company and only divert important calls to him since he wouldn't be available.Nerves wracked his body, as he let checking out the window for any sign of the car.There has been no word from Moriah, not even after he texted her about the mail but then again…she could be dealing with the blowout.Speaking of which, Mina and Jason's little take had only gotten more popularity as time went on. The annoying thing is that they had the balls to go on separate interviews with some station, spouting off more lies.Sean's hands were tied due to his affiliation with Lambert Inc., so his opinions or wants didn't matter.A car horn shook him out of his depressing thoughts and Sean looked up to see a black limousine idling on the
“I'm sorry, I don't understand what you meant.” Sean cocked his head.“Yes, you do.” The smile on the man's face sent chills running down his spine. “Caesar, just tell him and stop playing with the little guy.” An older man from the left grumbled.Caesar nods. “Very well, as you very well know…we're quite a prestigious family who has remained obscure for the better part of a decade. The limelight brings a lot of things to light…things we prefer to stay hidden. So, you're going to apologize to the Cruz family for your mistake and pay them back the money you stole.”“What?!” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it. “Why would I do that?” He glanced at Moriah. “Mom, didn't you tell them?”“Didn't she tell us what?” Another man with bushy eyebrows spoke up.Moriah fixed with a stern look. “Sean honey, that's not what matters right now. All you just have to do is obey Caesar and every other thing is water under the bridge.”“You would do well to heed your mother's advice
Sean growled, standing up for his mother. “Don't talk to her like that!”“What are you going to do about it, boy?” Caesar spat the word boy like it was very distasteful.Looking around the round table, Sean realized that there was nothing he could do. Every person here was way bigger and more powerful than he was, and they were solidly behind Caesar.Sean folded his lips, biting back the words on the tip of his tongue, eager to roll off.“So do we have a deal?” Caesar asked but before he could open his mouth to speak, he raised a hand. “Careful. Beware of the consequences before you start talking.”Sean glanced at Moriah, feeling helpless.Once again, she tried to stand up to him. “Caesar, believe me when I say this. That Amelia girl is lying. Don't you think that we should-”Clement hit the table with his hands, the loud sound shocking us. “What the hell? I know you love the little shit but for crying out loud, stop defending him!” He spat, his gaze filled with hate for Sean. “He’s a
“Cruz residence, please call back later and we'll respond to you.” The automated message droned in his ear and with anger, Sean slammed the phone back in its cradle.“Fuckkk!” He roared, tossing q couple of books to the floor.Hands on his waist, Sean paced around, thinking of what to do. A week passed after he walked out of the meeting and every day since then, Sean has been waiting for the other show to drop.It didn't.Then came with it the realization of something even worse…they were waiting to see him fail and then they would swoop in.Sean was on the edge of losing hope and at this point, they might as well punish him because he might never find proof to show them that they're wrong.Sean had set out to reach out to Amelia after the commotion at the Lambert family estate but no surprise, her cell wasn't going through.Next step, he tried the family's residential hotline since he still had it from the numerous times he had to deliver something there.Unfortunately, that was a de
“Welcome, Mr Lambert.” Rebecca greeted with a warm smile on her face, her iPad folded to her chest.“Rebecca. How're you?”“Fine.” She answered with a pep in her tone. “But you…you don't look so good.”Sean scrubbed a hand over his face at the reminder. Last night, he barely managed to get a lick of sleep, brainstorming options to get out of his current predicament. “Gee, I feel so much better now,” he commented dryly.Rebecca looked around before lowering her voice. “I know that things have been going on with the company and all but I believe that everything's going to work out.”Sean nodded, slightly comforted by her words. “Thank you.”“That being said, we have a ton of work waiting for us.” Rebecca flashed a smile, launching into the series of meetings she had planned out for him.She turned around to pick something up but as she wanted to face him, she managed to collide with a tall, skinny guy who just kept moving without even stopping to check on her.“Hey!” Sean called out but