Without wasting any time, Drake started the car and headed back to his grandfather’s estate. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The rejection from his in-laws, the longing to see his daughter, and the unknown urgency at the estate all swirled together, making him feel like he was being pulled in a million different directions.Immediately he left, the realization dawned on Rachel and Fletcher that Drake had just left in a car and he was the one who had driven it."Is it just me? Or did Drake actually come with that car?" Rachel asked, her surprise palpable.'Well, that he drove a car doesn't mean he owned the car," Fletcher scoffed. "He could have probably borrowed it.""Borrowed it? From whom?" Rachel's questioning gaze met Fletcher's."How am I supposed to know?" Fletcher replied, his tone quite harsh. "You are not thinking that car belongs to him, are you?" Fletcher pressed further."I'm not saying that. Of course, there's no way he can afford a B.M.W S.U.V. Let's j
"Remember him?" Grandfather Walter began, a smile adorning his slightly wrinkled face. "Of course I do," Drake replied. And then turning to face the man, he continued, "You were a very good friend of my father before he died.""Yes, I am. I was so happy when your grandfather called to inform me that you've finally returned. I had to come the moment I got the news."Drake stood surprised wondering why his grandfather had called the "captain," as he was fondly called to notify him about his return.If there was one person, Drake had least expected his grandfather to call and notify of his presence, it would be the captain, especially since rumors had spread that he might have a hand in his parents’ death.Captain had been a friend of his father even before he was born, and according to his father, they had been friends even before he met his mother. He had grown to see Captain as a second father, one who loved him as much as his own biological father. But everything changed when his p
Mr. and Mrs. Simmons walked into the press conference room where a host of journalists were already seated waiting for them. The fact that the company had been shut down, didn't go well with him, considering how many millions of dollars he was already losing.Taking his seat, each of the journalists representing various TV stations in the city took turns asking them questions regarding the allegations made against his company and what he had to say about it."So tell us, since when has your company been disposing of harmful chemicals into the area and why hasn't the Environmental Health Regulation Agency done anything about it?" A journalist asked, his tone quite implicative."My company operates under the license from the Environmental Health Regulation Agency and what that means is that our waste products have been tested and verified to be harmless." Mr. Simmons replied confidently."Is that so?" Another Journalist quickly chimed in. "Several of the town's folks staying very close
Drake walked into the grand conference room, feeling the weight of countless eyes on him. The room was filled with board members, high-ranking officials, and key stakeholders of the empire. As he walked in, murmurs filled the room, all eyes focused on him. He tried to keep his composure, but the knot in his stomach tightened with each step.It was his first day at work and as the new assistant manager, he knew it would be a lot of responsibility on him. Grandfather had wanted him to return to the company in a grand style as the supreme lord of the empire, but Drake had suggested otherwise."But you're my grandson. Why must you decide to work under someone else? You own everything," Grandfather Walter had said.But Drake had a different reason for returning to the company. Ever since the day Captain came to the mansion, a lot had really been going on in his mind. Grandfather Walter may have succeeded in getting him to return to the life he had sworn never to return to, but he too woul
Donald with his file clutched in his hand stepped into Drake's office, unknown to him that Drake was now the assistant manager of the company he had applied with.It's been a rough search for him since he got fired from his job by his previous boss. It was like fate had refused to smile on him in his job hunt netting with one disappointment or another.However, luck seemed to be on his side when he heard of the job opening in Paragon Holdings, one of the most infant companies in the region.Going through the job requirements, there was no doubt that he would get the job in a platter of gold owing to his qualifications and previous work experiences.As he stepped into the office that morning, just before the interview could begin, his gaze met with Drake's, causing a feeling of surprise to wash over him. He robbed his eye just to be sure he had seen correctly, as Drake welcomed him with an unusual smile."Hello, Donald, nice to see you again," Drake greeted him. For the first couple o
Drake welcomed the new day bathed in the warm embrace of the morning sun, a sense of purpose mingled with a tinge of yearning in his heart.It was his second week at the office and everything seemed to be going on smoothly, except for the fact that Mr. Simeon was becoming a pain in his butt, always looking for a way to get at him, probably because he gets to work with Lucy most of the time, always making him feel jealous.He only wished Simeon knew he was a married man with a beautiful wife and daughter, then, he'd probably understand that his relationship with Lucy was purely professional and that there was no form of strings attached.Unlike every other day at work, Drake had begun his day with his long forgotten customary ritual of forging into the day ahead with the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee.It had always been a ritual for him, during the time he was still living with his parents, something he had learnt from his father, George Sullivan.Having assigned a couple of
Drake stood speechless, still grappling with the weight of everything that now seemed to be pressing heavily on his shoulders.Just when he thought things would be fine, everything seemed to be falling apart even more. He walked up to Summer's ward and saw the life savers working very well, her vitals still intact.Walking back to the chief of the district police, Drake instructed him to do everything in his power to find out who it was that had made an attempt on Summer's life."The attempt made on your wife's life had probably stemmed from a desire for revenge." The chief of district police said. "Whoever had attempted this murder probably holds something against Summer or anyone connected to her, probably you."Drake's mind raced with conflicting thoughts as he tried to put a finger on who could have been responsible, and only three names came to his mind - The Simmons' family, Viking and Lieutenant George. "Double the security, double everything. Nothing must happen to Summer,"
"What?" Hitler's exclamation pierced through the phone. "How could you have failed in carrying out such an easy task?" "I'm sorry boss," Jake, one of Hitler's most trusted henchmen, who usually helps him carry out his dirty jobs apologized. "I was almost disconnecting her from the life savers when a nosy nurse suddenly showed up from no where.""You imbecile!" Hitler retorted angrily. "With your failed attempt, the police will begin to investigate deeper into the whole situation and that could put all of us in trouble.""Sorry boss. I promise to take care of this mess." Jake assured him."You'd better do that," Hitler replied sharply before dropping the call."What did your henchman say?" Lieutenant George asked Hitler in the presence of Mr. Simmons, as all three of them have become a team fighting against Drake."He couldn't get the job done," Hitler replied, the weight of the disappointment evident in the tone of his voice."We already know that. You said so while the call was goin