In a room full of so much wealth and opulence, Keith would have felt very odd if not for Wills deep voice, reminding him of who he was.
He stepped in confidently and immediately, all eyes in the room turned to face the door. Keith recognized a few faces and one particular one which Wills had constantly stressed, the senator’s. He was a man in his fifties that still possessed the body of an athlete. He looked great in his tailored suit and had a plastic smile plastered on his face as he approached Keith.
“Can you read that smile?” Wills whispered to him.
“Yeah,” Keith replied, holding his chin high. “Rather spurious if you ask me.”
The Senator offered his hand and Keith took it after a few seconds. “I am honored to have you in my humble abode, Mr. Keith Miller,” He said in a rich baritone, “The Zillion-dollar dynasty has kept its CEO incognito for a few years now. You can see the excitement to see you here.”
Keith didn’t smile, he just nodded and said, “Sure. It’s a pleasure to be here.”
The senator cleared his throat and his eyes flickered with surprise, “Oh dear!” He glanced at Keith from side to side, “You do not have a date for the night?”
Keith glanced at Wills in confusion, then back at the senator, “I had no idea I was supposed to bring a companion,” He replied flatly.
“Oh dear, I must have forgotten to include it in the letter,” He slapped a hand to his forehead, then his face brightened with a smile, “I had a little problem on my hand before you arrived, Mr. Keith. Mrs. Flora also doesn’t have a companion and now…here you are, without a lady,” He grinned and Keith got the message instantly.
Despite Wills earlier warnings, he was curious to find out more about this lady Flora that he didn’t object to a dance with her. Wills frowned disapprovingly, but Keith urged him to be calm, saying he had everything under control. The lady approached him again with a smile, this time holding two glasses of champagne.
“You are a man who attracts a lot of attention, Mr. Keith,” She commented and he took the glass she offered, “I’m honored to accept your invitation for the night.”
Keith glared his throat and sipped his wine, just the way Wills had taught him too. “You seem to be enjoying all the attention,” He replied flatly, shoving one arm into his pockets.
From a corner of the room, he noticed camera lights flashing in his direction and he gave his back to them. Despite how uncomfortable he felt by the eyes that fell on him and the cameras, there was an excitement brewing within him. He loved the scent of wealth and power in the air. Even in a dream, he had never imagined being welcomed by a senator nor being verbally seduced by such an attractive lady.
“I am, but you do not seem to be,” She replied, “Would you like to go somewhere else?”
He arched an eyebrow at her, “Somewhere else like?”
She shrugged, “The guest room balcony is hardly ever occupied, we could look at the stars from there and you can escape all the ruckus.”
It was a tempting offer and he knew Wills wouldn’t like that, but still he found himself nodding. They left the ballroom and she led him up a flight of stairs. Round a corridor and they walked into a bedroom. His eyes were glued to the way her hips swayed and when she turned around and noticed this, she just smiled.
They stood on the balcony and for a few minutes, they stared at the night sky and after a while, he felt the heat from her body and the scent of her expensive perfume. He looked at her, she was much closer to him now and their hips were almost touching now. She pushed her breasts against his chest. Her seductive eyes bore into his, but suddenly, an image flashed in Keith’s mind. He shuddered and pushed her away gently.
She gasped and stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. “What’s the matter?”
He frowned, “Enjoy the rest of your night, Mrs. Flora,” He said huskily and walked out of the balcony.
He walked down the stairs briskly, wondering why that particular image that had flashed in his mind. He shook his head and walked into the ballroom again, but suddenly, he bumped into someone. A glass shattered on the floor, but spilled on his expensive suit in the process. In his annoyance, he glanced at who it was and his heart skipped a beat.
She was standing right in front of him, her face had flashed in his mind a few minutes ago. The moment he saw her in his mind, his lust for Mrs. Flora had drained out of him instantly.
“Annie?”
Her startled eyes fell on him, then her face went white for a split second. “Oh, my goodness! Keith? What the hell is a low life like you doing here?” She looked at the purple stain on his suit, “Oh dear, whoever you burrowed this suit from must be furious right now. You’re so unfortunate, Keith. And who let an idiot like you in here anyway?”
Keith was about to reply, when someone appeared behind Annie. It was Greg, her new lover. He grinned mocking at Keith and said, “You always find a way to be a loser, buddy.” He laughed, “What the fuck are you doing here anyway?”
Keith’s eyes blazed with fury when the both of them locked their lips together in front of him, but something suddenly happened. Greg’s face lost its color and he quickly took his arm off Annie’s shoulders and bowed. That was when Keith realized that Wills was standing by his side.
“Good evening sir!” He said sharply.
Wills nodded, “Mr. Greg,” He acknowledged, then looked at Keith and noticed the frown on his face, “Is anything the matter, sir?”
Greg’s jaw dropped instantly and his wide eyes glanced from Wills to Keith.
Keith shoved his hands in his pockets and asked Wills calmly, without taking his eyes off Greg, “What is he doing here?”
“He is the company’s New York branch representative for this dinner party, sir,” Wills replied, “The branch manager is on a business trip and Mr. Greg here had to fill in.” He looked at Greg and said, “Meet your new boss, Mr. Greg, and the CEO of the zillion-dollar dynasty, Mr. Keith Miller.”
Keith enjoyed the look of shock on their faces. A wicked grin stretched across his lips and his cold heart buzzed with excitement.
This was the beginning of their downfall, everyone who had treated him wrongly, they were going to feel his wrath now.
Annie’s jaw hung open and she could only stare at Keith in bewilderment.She scoffed, “Come on, Keith, stop it. You think you can really pull off a stunt in a place like this?” She tried to take a step closer to him, but Wills stepped in between them, “Can you back off?” She snapped at him. Greg’s eyes widened and he grabbed Annie’s hand and whispered to her fiercely, “Have you gone mad? That’s my boss you are talking to!” He glared at her, “Don’t do anything stupid,” He looked at Wills, “I’m sorry, sir.” Wills was calm, he arched an eyebrow at Greg and said, “You haven’t acknowledged your new boss, Mr. Greg,”Greg licked his lower lip that quivered, then he let go of Annie and slowly stepped forward as Wills gave way. He nodded to Keith, avoiding his eyes and said hesitantly, “Pleased to meet you…Mr…Mr. Keith.” He offered his hand for a handshake and Keith stared down at him for a while, then smiled. His smile made a weary, hesitant smile stretch across Greg’s lips and his
"Can I speak with you, Keith?" Annie asked, her eyes sparkling softly, softer than she had ever looked at him. Keith's cold expression made her hesitate, but she still pressed on, sure that he possibly couldn't have gotten over her so quickly. "What do you want?" He asked flatly. She flipped her hair, a smile stretched across her face, "Come on, Keith. Look around, your..." She swallowed, still unable to believe that these men were really under his payroll, "Your bodyguards are here, don't you think we should find somewhere more convenient to talk?" He regarded her silently. She swallowed and pushed on, "Maybe..." She winked at him, "What about inside your car?" Keith frowned at her, "I really do not have time for this, Annie. If you want a meeting with me, you can book one with my secretary," He loved the pale look of shock on her face and he nodded at the guard by his side, then said to her, "Enjoy the rest of your night."Her eyes widened with shock and panic and she s
He had been staring at the same spot on the spotless wall of his vast living room, sipping from a glass of wine occasionally. He could see her face in the white wall, beautiful, deceiving and cunning. His mind travelled to the days he had loved her with everything, when it felt like he couldn’t live without her. He felt shadows behind him, hovering around like evil merchants. Shadows of his past, that reminded him of the day he had discovered her secret that had changed his entire life and his view of women. If Annie’s love hadn’t been genuine, what was true love then? “Mandy Wales?” A voice in his head suggested.Keith’s eyebrows furrowed and for the first time in ten minutes, he blinked. Her beautiful face flashed in his mind and he shook his head. No, he wouldn’t let himself be overwhelmed by a woman in such a manner again. He had given Annie his heart and she had plunged a harpoon into it. He’d never allow a woman his love again…only the lust slowly building up alongside hi
Keith opened his eyes slowly the next morning. Something was off.He blinked again and his blood turned cold instantly, a cold sweat ran down his spine and he could only stare at the muzzle of the gun stationed in between his eyes in abject shock and horror. His heart was racing madly, he couldn’t move. He glanced at the face of the man holding the gun and the weapon was withdrawn. Wills smiled and tucked the gun away. Keith released a sigh of relief and stared up at the white ceiling, he was panting heavily, his heart refused to be calm. “Good morning, Mr. Keith,” Wills said with a meek smile.“What the fuck, Wills?” Keith exclaimed, “Why did you do that? I’ve never had a gun pointed at me! That was terrifying!” “It’s something you’ll have to get used to, Keith,” Wills replied, perching on a sofa in the room and taking out a smoke pipe from his coat pocket, “It’s a dangerous world you’ve stepped into, like I said. And as much as you have to get familiar with your dynasty,
Shortly after Mrs. Flora’s departure, Keith left the indoor shooting range and was whisked away by his expensive ride. He arrived at his mansion and took a quick shower. By the time he was out, Wills was in his bedroom alongside a whore, who arranged his suit and jewelry for him. Wills paced about the room with a document in his hand, which he kept reading from. “Greenburgh’s proposal isn’t exactly what we want at the moment,” He was saying as Keith slipped into his suit trousers, “I have spies within his small organization and for his next project, he is willing to offer us thirty percent control if we fund fifty percent of the expenses.” Keith button his shirt while still listening intently, “Is that good or bad?” He asked, feeling the need to say something.Wills looked at him with wide eyes and exclaimed, “That is horrible!” He shook his head, “Greenburgh works with other associates and he is in a hole for a huge debt to the central bank. His last project crashed and that’s w
“That was…”Keith sighed then took a deep breath, “That was what? Bad? Too showy? Too harsh on the poor fat fellow?” He asked with a frown as they returned to his mansion. “That was exciting to watch, Keith,” Wills said with a proud smile, “You handled the little scum very well. I’m sure he is ready to run off to their little tea party this night and spill everything to them,” One of his bodyguards held the door open and Keith stepped down, then waited for Wills to come around. “You seem to know quite an awful lot about this League, Wills,” He remarked as they walked into the house.“Yes, I do,” Wills replied, “I have been studying their actions and movements for a while now, about five years or so. It is very wise to know your allies, Mr. Keith, but it is even wiser to know your enemies better.” Keith pointed at the bar when they walked into the living room, “A drink, Wills.”“Of course,” Wills said and clapped his hand for Keith’s whore-maids to fetch him a drink. He noti
She stood in front of him, her suffocating, yet sweet fragrance flooding into his nostrils. The booth wasn’t meant for two people and their bodies kept touching with the slightest of movements. She raised her gun and asked him to close one eye and look at the target. Her butt rubbed against his hips as she adjusted her posture and caressed the trigger with her index finger. “Ready?” She asked softly.“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Keith returned and she laughed softly.She squeezed the trigger and hit the bullseye effortlessly. Then squeezed it again and one more time. The three bullets hit the same hole, leaving Keith fascinated yet again. She turned to him and handed over the gun with a smile. She was staring at him from under her eyelids now, her eyes laden with dark intentions. For a moment there, Keith really thought he could see through her and figure out what she wanted, but she was a complicated woman as Wills as said. One minute he saw desire in those eyes, the n
Keith wasted no time in dialing Wills’ number. His heart was already racing at the uncertainty of this urgent message. Wills picked the call immediately and the first thing he asked was, “Are you with Mrs. Flora already, Mr. Keith?” “No, Wills. I’m still in the car,” He peaked out of the tainted window as the car started moving again. The gate to the beautiful duplex had been opened and the car slowly edged in, “But I’m already at her house now. The car is in the garage.” He replied as the car came to a stop. “Okay, good,” Wills’ voice became much lighter and it was only then Keith realized how thick with worry it had been, “It’s almost twenty minutes past seven, I need you to keep that dinner going until ten PM, it is a must that you do.” “Why, Wills? What’s going on?”Wills cleared his throat, “I have a few birds planted around this city and I just got intel that an attack awaits you when you leave her house. I will send reinforcements in very soon but we must still move
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
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
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
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
Keith thought about going to the hospital to check up on Flora but then he decided against it. He didn’t want to seem too caring, didn’t want her to know that he thought about her more than he should. He made up his mind to give her a call when he was done at the office; whatever he was going to do, then meet up later if she happened to be free for the night. He kept glancing outside the window, a thought tugging at his mind. Finally, he turned and asked Wills, “What time do they arrive?”Wills arched an eyebrow at him, “Who?” Keith frowned, “The other so-called pillars of my dynasty,” He replied, avoiding eye contact with Wills because he was unsure of what his eyes would portray now that he was thinking about the Wales girl.“Well, they will be on a first-class flight by,” He glanced at his wrist-watch, “Noon. I will be at the airport with a few others to receive them. So, they should arrive at the new headquarters and report to you before the day is over.” A thought occurre
The next morning, Keith sat behind the desk in his bedroom with a hot cup of coffee.His mind still dwelled on the bloody sight he had seen yesterday. Wills had killed that man with absolutely no emotion while his heart was still heavy when he thought about the man he had killed in the gallery. What if the police came after him then? But surely, he would be able to wriggle his way out. After all, he had only shot him out of self-defense…right? “Right?” He asked himself and then glanced at the door with wide eyes when he heard a knock, “Wills?”“Yes, Mr. Keith.”He sighed, his hand was already reaching for the second drawer where he kept his gun. He felt odd that his first instinct was to reach for the gun. The perks that power came with seemed to be getting to him now. “You look bright today, Keith,” Wills remarked as he sat down on the other side of the table, there was only one chair there.Keith frowned, “Sure, with the bags under my eyes, right?” Wills placed a stack o
Keith was shaking from head to toe. He waited for the pain to start spreading throughout his body until it got to his brain. His hands were frozen…his legs, well his legs were numb and he couldn’t feel anything from his chest down. His eyes widened and he gasped, that was probably where he had been shot. But then, he didn’t feel the pain. Not anywhere in his body, but he could smell the gunpowder so close to him now. He felt a current in his right arm, alive and fierce. Then the cold metal of his gun, still in his hand, still pointed at his attacker, shook him back to reality. His gun was smoking, his index finger stuck to the trigger and a bullet hole right in between the eyes of the man’s mask. Slowly, the man fell backwards and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. Keith was shaken, he had pulled the trigger! He just killed a man! He was still lost in his traumatic thoughts, the cold hands he felt creeping up his spine seemed to fade away. Death…that was death calling on to
She returned wearing an expensive mink coat over a dazzling, knee-length black gown which was slit up to her hips at one side. Keith couldn’t help but gaze at her beauty for a few seconds and quickly averted his eyes the moment they met hers. “Do you want a drink before you leave, Mr. Keith?” She asked, leading him back into the living room.As she asked, he suddenly felt a dryness in his throat and nodded to her. She returned with a class of a colorless liquid with a crystal-clarity appearance. Keith took a swig of it and swallowed his saliva when he stared at the glass in surprise. “This is very fine liquor,” He said, nodding slightly, “Which is it?”She smiled, “The Diva Vodka, only the finest in my cabinet,” She said and collected the not so empty glass he handed back to her, “I’m sure you have tasted liquor finer than this, Mr. Keith.” She remarked as they headed out of the house, “I was quite nervous that it wouldn’t be up to your taste.” He smiled, “I’ve tasted better
Keith wasted no time in dialing Wills’ number. His heart was already racing at the uncertainty of this urgent message. Wills picked the call immediately and the first thing he asked was, “Are you with Mrs. Flora already, Mr. Keith?” “No, Wills. I’m still in the car,” He peaked out of the tainted window as the car started moving again. The gate to the beautiful duplex had been opened and the car slowly edged in, “But I’m already at her house now. The car is in the garage.” He replied as the car came to a stop. “Okay, good,” Wills’ voice became much lighter and it was only then Keith realized how thick with worry it had been, “It’s almost twenty minutes past seven, I need you to keep that dinner going until ten PM, it is a must that you do.” “Why, Wills? What’s going on?”Wills cleared his throat, “I have a few birds planted around this city and I just got intel that an attack awaits you when you leave her house. I will send reinforcements in very soon but we must still move