Sitting behind the mahogany table in his office, Alaric had his head resting on his chin. The only thing he could think of at the moment was Nathan's departing words which had been ringing in his head non stop. “I knew it. Liam is just acting cool with me but deep down, he is nursing unimaginable things against me.” He muttered, drumming his fingers against the table. Squinting, he pushed his hand into his hair and after tugging on it for a while, pushed his chair backwards as he rose. “I need to find out exactly what he is up to. Otherwise, I will end up behind bars like Nathan.” He muttered, pacing around his office with his hands resting on his waist. He was still in this state of dilemma when the door flung open and Giovanni walked in. “Sir, I have looked through the video carefully.” He said, placing a file on the table, he said, “I converted it to file format… you can go through it now without hitches.” He said, stepping backwards. At once, Alaric reached out for the file
Relieved by the news, Alaric flopped on the couch after pouring himself a glass of liquor and with his legs crossed, he took an occasional sip from it. “That punk thinks he is smart.” He laughed, taking another long sip from his glass. About five minutes later, Giovanni walked up to him, holding a flashdrive, “Sir, it was retrieved from Liam when he was trying to bury it.” “So petty of him.” He chuckled, pushing the device into his laptop. After confirming it's content, he placed it on the floor and then smashed it into pieces with the sole of his shoes. When he was done, he arranged his rumpled clothes and then picked up his phone. “Set up a meeting with Tristan by noon.” He said and Giovanni nodded at once. Tristian Floyd, was the head of the state prosecution services. Even though he had gotten what he needed, Alaric had decided to deal with Liam and so he wanted to employ the service of the prosecution. Now seated behind the table in the restaurant Giovanni had chosen, Ala
Cranking his head to the side, Dave didn't say anything. He was about to walk past him when he grabbed his arm and pulled him backwards. “I'm your boss, I need to know what you're up to, what games you're playing and which strings you're pulling.” Liam said with a hard tone. Chuckling, Dave pushed his hand off. With no words said to him, he pushed his hand into his pockets and then made his way into the building. “Damn it! I still can't find out his real identity.” He muttered, shaking his head sideways as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Immediately his call connected to his mother, he didn't waste time divulging everything that had happened to her.“Alaric is biting more than he can chew.” Madam Aurelia yelled, anger welling up in her as she paced from one end of her room to the other. “Madam, you need to calm down otherwise you will have a relapse.” A feminine voice filtered into Liam's ear and at once he took the phone off, staring at it with his lips slightly apart. “
The atmosphere in the office was charged as everyone kept walking hastily like someone was on their tail. This went on for about thirty minutes, staff whispering to themselves and pointing at just one direction and that was Liam's office. “I still can't believe Liam would do something of this sort.” Myles said, folding his hands across his chest. “He has the interest of the company at heart and I doubt if he will…” Cornel was still speaking when Myles hushed him. “Indeed… if you haven't been told before, I will say this to you.” He paused. “You should learn how to review your words in your head before spewing thrash. Just in case you don't know, it's sickening.” He rolled his eyes and then stormed off. “What's up with him?” Ross asked. “Acting like a pregnant woman.” Cornel huffed, tugging his hair. All the while they were talking, Xavier was reviewing what he had heard in his head as he patted his desk with the butt of his pen. The rumors didn't sit well with him and deep dow
Walking through the hallway with his briefcase, Liam had his head raised up high, ignoring the scrutinizing gaze he was receiving from his co-worker. In his head, he was trying to figure out how he would go about this delicate situation but he couldn't come up with anything. Groaning, he smacked his lips and just when he was about to walk past the elevator, someone pulled him in. “Hey,” Giovanni said with a deep voice. “Do you have your will written out already?” Liam asked, holding his chest as he tried to steady his heavy breathing. “You don't seem bothered at all. I guess you have a back up plan already and wouldn't be needing my help.” He said. “I can see you really want to die.” For the last few days, Giovanni had been trying to get his attention but since he didn't want to get him into trouble with his boss, he always ignored him but he wasn't deterred. “This is just the beginning, brace yourself for the tougher days. I know you will pull through just like you always do.
Smiling like a maniac, Alaric walked towards the cafe, his head held up high like he had just been appointed the president. “Sir, this way.” Giovanni said, leading the way to the cafe where Liam was seated.Immediately Liam saw Alaric approaching him, he emptied the content of his coffee down his throat and then rose to his feet. “Please have your seat, you're still a part of us until the forensics team proves your guilt.” He said, pulling out the chair opposite him. Pressing his lips into a thin line, Liam cleared his throat and then plopped on the seat he was occupying.With his legs crossed and hands intertwined on his chest, he asked, “Why did you come to me? You would have simply asked for my presence and I will be by your side.” “I would have done that but on the other hand, I don't want more publicity.” Turning towards Giovanni, he stepped forward, “The TV station has stopped the broadcast.” “You see, I’m not bluffing.” “No thanks.” “I know you wouldn't appreciate my eff
With his hands strapped across his chest, Liam was moving from one end to the other, muttering all sorts of words to himself. It's the morning of Thursday, a day before he appeared before the board of directors to prove his innocence, yet he had been unable to come up with anything. Alaric men had made sure they cleaned everywhere so he wouldn't find anything that would help him escape, making him vulnerable. At this point, Liam felt like he was burning up. All he wanted to do was to shout, scream and cry out for help but he couldn't bring himself to do so. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he stared out of the hotel window, a little smile tugging the side of his lips. To prevent Rose and Naya from pestering him, he had lied to them that he was under probation at the office and once everything was cleared, he would return to them. “At least, I had a taste of wealth before I finally got locked up in prison.” He muttered, moving away from the window. Reaching out for his jack
It was at this moment that Xavier realised they had been holding hands all the while and at once he pulled away, glaring at him. “What was that for?” He huffed, glaring at him. “You looked pissed so I decided to reassure you.” Liam laughed. After a brief silence, Xavier cleared his throat and with his hand resting on the table, he leaned towards him. “If they get to know I'm the one who helped you with all these, my job will be at stake but nevertheless, I will be the whistleblower.” Stunned, Liam couldn't utter a word. He kept staring with his mouth slightly apart, trying to wrap his head around what he just heard. “Do you have a second job?” Liam asked. “Nope, I will find something else to do. You don't have to bother about me.” Xavier said, flashing him a smile. “Bother about you? I’m just helping.” He scoffed, pulling the envelope to himself but Dave took it from him. “I can't believe you're toying with your life. You think after proving Liam's innocence only your job wou