Carlos' patience wore thin as he watched the argument between Drake and Donald on who was telling the truth and who was lying continued right before him.Unable to take it anymore, he flared, as he pointed at the door. “Both of you, get out of my office,” he commanded. “I've had enough of your nonsense!”Drake and Donald stood there stunned, but Carlos wasn't done yet. “Drake, you're responsible for this mess,” he continued, “You'll return the missing items from the package to the client immediately and I don't want to care how you'll do it. All I care about is you having it done. If the client pulls out because of your incompetence, you'll find yourself in a world of trouble.”Drake, once again, tried to explain but Carlos cut him off sharply, with a wave of his hand.“I don't want to hear any more excuses. Get out and fix this, now!” He barked.Drake's heart sank. He knew Donald was behind all that was happening, but he had no proof. Reluctantly, he left Carlos' office, the weight
Drake walked into the hospital, his clothes stained with dry blood. The sterile smell of the hospital greeted him as he entered, his thoughts a whirlwind of anger from what happened between him and Donald at the office. The fact that he had no way to prove that Donald had indeed, switched the package and had set him up, really got him feeling ridiculed, but he knew he had to let it slide for the time being.The doctor walked up to him, noticing his battered state. “Mr. Sullivan, what happened to you?” He asked.“I was beaten up,” Drake replied.The doctor quickly called for assistance, and within moments, they were already attending to his injuries. “You should be careful,” the doctor advised, after they had finished treating his wounds. “Do you need anything else?” “No, thank you. I just need to see my family,” Drake replied, rising up from the chair where he was sitting on.He made his way to his daughter, Michelle's room, where she lay in the hospital bed, looking small. She was
Drake followed the nurse and together with the members of the Simmons family, they were led into a private room within the hospital.Mr Simmons, a tall man with a stern expression stepped forward. “Mr. Sullivan, I presume,” he said, his voice cold and formal.“Yes,” Drake replied, his mind already processing a thousand thoughts over the reason they had sent for him.“Well, I'm Mr. Simmons and this is my wife, Mrs. Simmons,” the man continued, touching his wife who was still in deep grief. “Our son, our only child was involved in the accident with your wife and unfortunately, he didn't make it.”Drake's eyes widened in shock. He had no idea that the other victim was the only child of Mr and Mrs Simmons and he wasn't even aware that the other victim had died from the crash.“I…I… didn't know,” he stammered. “I'm sorry for your loss,” he added, understanding the pain they were feeling for having lost their child.Mrs. Simmons, with grief in her eyes, glared at him. “Sorry won't bring bac
Drake's eyes welled up with tears as he slumped in the sterile hospital waiting room. The harsh fluorescent lights amplified the worrisome look on his face. He tried holding back the tears that were slowly finding their way down his cheeks. He turned to the wall clock, each tick amplifying his anxiety. It was like his world had shattered into a million pieces. "Not my wife and my daughter," he sighed.He wished all that was happening at that moment was nothing but a terrible dream - one he'd wake up from to see his wife, Summer, and his daughter, Michelle, right in front of him.They had just got into an accident on their way from the mall. It was two months to Michelle's birthday, and Summer had taken her to the mall to get a dress for her. It was on their way back that their car collided head on with another car.The traffic lights had malfunctioned, showing green for both directions. Summer's car entered the intersection first, but the other car travelling at a higher speed colli
"But Mr. Sullivan," the doctor continued, "We need an immediate deposit of $5 million to begin the surgical procedure.""$5 million?!"Drake's brows furrowed. "I thought you said my wife and daughter are already stable?" Drake inquired, his eyes wide in disbelief at the mention of the outrageous sum."You see, Mr Sullivan," the doctor began. "All we did was to make sure they're out of imminent danger but we need to carry out the procedure, especially on your daughter.""My daughter? Why? What happened?" Drake asked, all in one breath."Your daughter has sustained very serious fractures and the earlier we attend to her, the better it will be for her." The doctor replied. "We need the money, because without it, we can't proceed."Drake fixed his gaze at the doctor, a puzzled look on his face, "Doctor, is there something you're not telling me?"The doctor eyes narrowed, contemplating the enormity of the news he was about to deliver, "To be honest with you Mr Sullivan, your daughter suffer
"Drake, it's your grandfather," the voice at the other end was deep and calm, with an old authority. "Grandfather..." Drake sighed, recognising the voice of the man he had sworn never to identify himself with ever again.It's been years since he last heard from his grandfather or any other member of his family. Ever since the deaths of his parents, he had decided to live a life that had nothing to do with him being a Sullivan even if he still adopted the name as his last name. "Yes, Drake," grandfather Walter began. "How have you been? It's been a while."Drake's brow furrowed, wondering why grandpa Walter would call him at such a time like that. He had made up his mind never to have anything to do with his family again.Though he was from the richest and most powerful family in the world, he had refused to be identified with them due their affiliations to underground crimes and mafia activities. He left after the death of his parents by a rival family, he didn't want any part in t
Drake couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gnawed at him as his thoughts raced through the implications of his grandfather's unforseen intervention. How had grandpa heard about Summer's and Michelle's accident? He thought within himself. He didn't want grandpa Walter getting involved in his life again. He wanted to have nothing to do with him ever again, especially whenever the thoughts of how his parents died crossed his mind.He knew that grandfather Walter had agreed to pay his wife and daughter's hospital bills because he wanted him to come back into the family."Mr. Sullivan," the doctor began, coming out to the waiting room of the hospital to meet him. “So how were you able to raise so much money so quickly?”Drake was stunned for a second but then recollected his grandfather's words when he had told him that he would pay all his bills even though he had announced that he didn't need his help."How much payment was made?" He inquired as calmly as possible, keeping his
Drake returned home, his body heavy with exhaustion. Everything that had happened during the course of his day had really taken a toll on him. He had not imagined that something like that would happen that day. Everything had happened so fast that he had to abandon the deliveries he had to make at work that day.As soon as he stepped through the door, Fletcher and Rachel came on him, their faces tight with suspicion and anger.“How's Summer? What's happening with Michelle?” Fletcher demanded, the accusation in his tone very much palpable.Drake took a deep breath trying to remain calm. He felt there was no need telling them that his grandfather had paid the bills for both Summer and Michelle. “They're receiving the best care possible now. The payment has been made and the doctors are doing everything they can.” Drake replied, hoping to reassure them.But his words only seemed to fan flames of their distrust. “How did you manage to get the money so quickly?” Rachel asked, her voice n