Very few men alive had access to the small room the eleven men were gathered in.Ten of them were seated, while the eleventh man stood at the door with both of his arms behind his back and his head dropped down as if he was standing trial before a jury. Whenever he looked up, he received the glares of ten pairs of eyes. The small room was located right in the center of New York. A beautiful skyscraper with a last floor that had an office whose wall, adjacent to the door could open up to the small, hidden room with a push of the right button. The meeting between them was yet to commence, the eleventh man wasn’t present yet. One of the men around the large mahogany desk which took up more than half of the small room cleared his throat and pointed a crooked finger at the man standing at the door, “You said you’d handle him. He is the next big problem for us and you promised your men would take care of him,” He said, his tone accusing and irritated. Greenburgh lifted his head aga
Later that day, Keith noticed something odd. There were only eleven dossiers on his desk.Wills had exited the office and was on his way to the airport to pick up the executives who were supposed to touchdown soon. Keith frowned and counted them again. There was supposed to be twelve dossiers, Greenburgh’s inclusive. He ran through the profile of all eleven of them and saw something written on two particular files. One was a name, with a picture attached to it. Harry Mance. Age, 43. A charismatic and assertive fellow, also intelligent and a wise, strategic thinker. He owned a huge institute in the Investment Banking and Asset Management by the name Mance and Co. Financial limited. Keith went on to read further.Mance had founded the leading financial firm ten years ago and specialized in investment banking, asset management and wealth management with offices in major financial hubs continent wide. He was a huge and important figure in the sector, a giant force that others didn
He managed to keep a straight face as Wills took up the position of making the introductions again. Mandy Wales’s green eyes gleamed like an emerald stone, piercing into Keith’s soul. Their eyes met and held for a few seconds. Keith could feel a reignited passion in his heart for those seconds, then he let go of her warm, fragile hand and moved on to the next man. He had sleek black hair with a balding spot at the center of his head and a receding hairline. Keith immediately remembered him from the pictures Wills had shown to him a few days ago. Wills had not been wrong about the manager. Wills had said he was always dressed in a black suit and red tie. This was Keith’s second time meeting him and only the design on the manager’s tie was the significant difference from his last outfit. “This is Morgan Greyjoy, Mr. Keith,” Wills announced, “all the executives have reported to the new headquarters on your orders, sir.”Keith nodded, restraining his gaze from shifting to Mandy
Mandy Wales wasn’t so thrilled about her relocation to New York. She was going to be the boss’s secretary now, the main boss and not just the manager. She loved the fact that she would be working directly with the head of a dynasty. She had been surprised the first time they met that he was such a young man. He couldn’t be up to his thirties yet, she was sure about that. For days after his brief meeting, Keith had been the talk at the branch in Memphis and Mandy couldn’t help but chirp in a word or two into the gossips that travelled to her desk. For a lot of reasons, she was excited about being here. She could boast of a higher salary now. Mr. Wills had informed her of the twenty-thousand-dollar addition to her yearly income. The new boss was generous, he had said. But that salary didn’t come with the privileges the other executives had, she didn’t have a place to stay yet. But that wasn’t the reason she didn’t like her move to New York. And no, it wasn’t just about the boiste
His grip on the rose flower he held was shaky, tears gathered in his eyes and he blinked them back and bit his lower lip. He had been staring at his mother’s grave for the past hour or so, he hadn’t been present at the hospital when she kicked the bucket because he had been at a job interview. He didn’t end up getting the job anyway. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he sniffled, before shoving his hand in his trousers. He brought out his phone and a glimmer of hope shone in his eyes when he saw that it was an email from a company he had recently applied to. “Oh, finally,” He mumbled and turned away from his mother’s grave.As he opened the email, the smile that was slowly spreading across his face dropped instantly. His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he stared at his phone screen in abject shock. He saw the first words; Dear Keith Miller…Then his eyes skipped to the last sentence; …we are deeply sorry, but… “How?!” He heard himself scream and his voice reve
His body was frozen to the spot for a few seconds, listening to her moans tore apart every inch of what was left of his mental stability. He pushed the door with a shaky hand and it opened, he sighed. She was screaming now, these were sounds he had never heard before, for Annie had never allowed him to have sex with her. Her excuse had always been, “Come on, Keith, what if things go wrong and you release in me? I don’t think you’re ready for that stage of life. I can wait for you.” And he had believed her, even agreed with her. He couldn’t raise a child, by God, he could barely feed himself, but she had lied to him…about being able to wait. A voice started creating excuses for Annie as he walked into the living room. Her clothes were scattered on the sofa and on the other seat, was the man’s clothes. Keith sniffled, every step he took towards the bedroom made his heart ache, but he still saw something in Annie. Maybe the sexual pressure had gotten to her, maybe she hadn’t
Under the foot mat in front of the door, Keith suddenly remembered that about a week ago, he had hidden some cents there when Annie and her friends had come over. At that time, it was all he had left and he knew Annie would have wanted him to use it to buy snacks or drinks for her friends, so he hid it away and that day had ended in a pretty heated confrontation between him and her. He checked under the mat and to his relief, the cents were still there. He picked them up with watery eyes, jiggled them in his palm, then shoved them into his pocket. Keith was starving and his stomach kept grumbling, but his depressed mind pushed him to get a drink instead, rather than food. He wasn’t an alcoholic or anything of that sort. In fact, he had never ordered a beer before, this was going to be his first. “At least when I’m drunk,” He said to himself as he strolled into a bar at the end of the street, “I won’t be able to feel the pain anymore…even if it’s just for tonight.” He had no p
He heard voices around him. At first, they sounded distant, but slowly, he was able to make out what they were saying. He held his breath when he realized what was going on. He had been kidnapped! Memories came flooding into his head. Those men in black he had seen before he passed out, they must be the ones that had kidnapped him! But why? An ache ravaged through his head and he couldn’t help but groan in pain. “He’s awake,” A deep voice said, forcing Keith to slowly open his eyes out of fright and curiosity.The first thing he saw was the last thing he had seen before passing out, the same white immaculate suit. He slowly looked up, the man clad in the white suit had a full, white beard and his eyes hawk-like nose led a bridge to his deep-set, cold, green eyes. “Mr. Keith Miller,” The man said with a friendly smile.Keith gasped, the surface under him was soft. He was seated on a comfortable couch at the center of a vast, opulent living room. Not quite the ideal kidnapp