Mr Winchester sat in the living room staring at the ceilings like he was trying to read an inscription, lost in his own thoughts that he did not even realize his emissary’s present.Mr Charles touched his shoulder and he jerked “sir! I have been saying your name for more than two minutes now. I was starting to fear you have become…” Mr Charles started to say before he stopped.“Paralyzed again?” Mr Winchester completed the sentence as his emissary lacked the courage to say the word to his face.“You are still awake at this late hours, what seems to be the issue sir, you look sickly worried,” Mr Charles asked with a concerned face.He did not say a word instead he sighed heavily and ran his hands across his smooth beardless chin down to his jaw. He wasn’t ready to share his worries.“It’s nothing, am just not feeling sleepy yet,” even a child could tell he was lying to speak less of a man who had known him for more than twenty years.“Come on sir, this is unlike you. You won the case t
Did Mrs McCoy understand what he was offering at all? An opportunity to disclose an identity and save herself from two years imprisonment and she just turned it down like a random guy asking her to get some pizza together.Mr Winchester and his emissary were dazed; “Did you heard him well at all? Or are you beginning to lose your senses,” Mr Charles said with a frown.“I heard him quite clear, but that doesn’t feel like a fair trade to me,” Mrs McCoy said with a scorn.“Sir, you should have heeded to my advice, this is a waste of time I told you,” Mr Charles said as he turned towards his boss.With a more serious face, Mr Winchester asked “it is not enough you say, what is it that you want?” Mrs McCoy made a sly chuckle, it seems she was waiting for Mr Winchester to ask the question. “Now you have come around, apart from having me released from here. You will have $5,000,000,000 sent to my account. This is what an offer sounds like”.“Five what? You must have lost your mind. That amo
A white Rolls Royce with tinted glassed entered slowly through the school gate, it was no surprise to the students as they have been seeing the car for quite some time now but they have never seen the usual owner pulled up so slowly before.Before the car could park in the lot, the students were already gathered like they have being doing for the past two weeks now.Jack usually emerged from the driver’s side and opens the door for his girlfriend Sydney who sat on the front passenger seat. The female students termed it as romantic and usually exclaim with the sound “awwwn”.But today was different; the students were met with disappointment when the front passenger’s seat opened and Emily emerged instead.The student’s murmured indistinctly; “what is this? What is Emily doing in Jack’s car?”“Does this mean Emily left Michael for Jack?”“I can’t believe Emily is a gold digger. Just weeks after Jack became the richest in the country Emily abandoned Michael for him”.“What will become of
Michael was going to save his mother from thugs empty handed, at the moment he cared less if the thugs might be armed or not. The only thing running through his mind was to save his mother.He stepped so hard on the gas such that at some point the Rolls Royce tyres were not touching the ground; Jack bought hell of a car.It was a thirty minutes drive from the school but after few shortcuts and traffic violations Michael was already at the warehouse within the space of fifteen minutes.He fled the car quickly like he was been chased leaving the car door ajar. The place looked abandoned and quiet, cobwebs hanging from the roof to the floor. The only scent in the building was that of dust.His designed shoes printed on the thick dusty floor as he took quick and reckless steps deeper to the inside.He was panting quickly like he just chased a kangaroo down the building, he sighed heavily for a few seconds till he caught his breath enough to voice out “Mom! Mom?”The only response he got w
“Come on Mrs McCoy, you should know Mr Winchester better he is a man of his words, just answer us,” Mr Charles insisted.“Yes, he used to be a man of his words but a lot has changed lately. I don’t trust him anymore, ever since he recovered from his paralysis he have proved to be wiser and cunning; look at what he did to me in the court. I am not taking chances anymore,” Mrs McCoy retorted, it seemed she had already made up her mind.Mr Charles was determined to convince her otherwise “he will keep to his words, I will make sure of it,” Mr Charles said with a pledge as he hit his hand across his chest.Even a child could tell Mr Charles was lying to speak less of Mrs McCoy; he would be the one to advise his boss to go against his words later. “Beat it, Charles. You of all people should know I won’t buy these lies, until am out of here and I have the money sent to my account, I will not say another word,” Mrs McCoy said firmly as she leaned back to her chair with her hands crossed ag
What reasons could Michael possibly have to lie to his girlfriend that he was home all this while?“Make a call to the house again, let the guards search for him everywhere including the garden, swimming pool and even his bathroom if necessary,” Mr Winchester Instructed and his emissary excused himself to make the call.Turning to Emily “keep on trying his number, let’s see if it eventually connects”.Mr Winchester sighed heavily as he leaned against his car tapping the tip of his shoe against the floor in restlessness. In that moment, if he could summon a genie and make one final wish, it would be for his son to be at home as the text message had claimed.But he was met with a disappointment when Mr Charles reported “no sir, he’s not at home” shaking his head in negation.He turned towards Emily hoping she had better news but her expressions said it all; his line was still not connecting.Mr Winchester was devastated taking a next step seemed impossible, uncertain of what and where
Even the young officers could not believe the speed of Mr Winchester, before they could catch up with the billionaire he was almost hopping into his car.“You should calm down sir,” Mr Charles said as he grabbed his boss by the abdomen pulling him from behind to prevent him from tossing into the car.“Let go of me Charles, my son is in danger and I need to go safe him,” Mr Winchester retorted as he struggled loose from his emissary’s grip.The officers and Emily caught up just in time to intercept them. They swiftly closed the partially open door he was attempting to enter.“Keep calm, Mr Winchester, this is the police work. Allow us to do our work,” the inspector said as he stepped between the car and the billionaire.“The police? My son clearly mentioned that I should go and safe him. He did not mention the police,” Mr Winchester retorted.“But you brought the case to us, the matter is now in the hands of the police. We will take it over from here, that is our job” the inspector add
“Oh my Gosh! its so hot in here, my head hurts so badly,” Mr Winchester muttered as he slowly opened his eyes.“Ough!” Mr Winchester groaned as he tried to lift himself up. Not only was his head hurting his whole body was in pains like he carried the whole world on his back.He fell back on the bed due to the intensive pain he felt when he tried lifting himself up. He was blown off with frustration when rolled on his sides and discovered he was laying on blue beddings.He swiftly scanned the room with his eyes to validate his suspicions, confirming that he was indeed in the hospital. The door suddenly opened and a figure emerged. The emanate scent of smoke suddenly flooded in, the figure smelled like a car exhaust. If not for the fact that his emissary have been serving him for more than twenty years he would not had recognized him. Mr Charles appeared like a mad man who escaped from the psychiatric hospital and have been roaming the gutters for food.His clothes were all torn and d