Chapter 7 (More Accusations)

As Drake was about to pull out, the semi bald headed man asked him to wait as there were still a few more packages left to be loaded in the truck.

Donald, a distant relative of Summer who was incharge of all deliveries, walked in. He was a stern looking man who had never really liked Drake and was never in support of the marriage between Drake and Summer.

Hearing about the accident, he couldn't help but put the blame on Drake even if he knew quite alright that Drake had nothing to do with the accident. He so much loathed Drake that he wished it was in his power to have him fired from the company.

Walking up to Drake, he eyed him with an open hostility. “So here comes the mastermind,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

Drake wasn't surprised. He wasn't expecting Donald to be nicer to him than the other colleagues who had earlier picked on him but he knew he had to defend himself all the same.

“Sir, it was an accident. I'll never….”

Donald raised a hand, silencing him. “Save me those explanations, Drake,” he interrupted harshly. “I wished Summer had listened to her parents and didn't go ahead to marry you.”

“Sir, with all due respect,” Drake said, unable to take the accusations any longer. “I love my wife and my daughter and I'll never do anything that will bring them harm.”

Donald chuckled, “Did I just hear you say you love your wife?“ We all know that the reason you got married to Summer was to get rid of her for the inheritance, huh? You think you're clever,”

Drake took a deep breath, refusing to take the bait. “I'm just here to do my job, sir,” he replied, trying to keep his frustration in check. “I am a man of integrity.”

“Integrity?” Donald scoffed. “Integrity doesn't pay the bills, does it? You think I'm not aware of your financial struggles? Desperation can make a man do terrible things, Drake.”

Drake clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure. “I'll never harm my wife and daughter, no matter how tough things get.”

Donald's eyes narrowed, his disdainful expression evident in his voice. “You won't get away with this, Drake.” He threatened.

Every other person stood watching, wondering what was going on and why Donald was threatening Drake.

“People like you always get what is coming to them. I could set you up so bad that you'd wish you were never born.” Donald added.

Ignoring the threat, Drake focused on loading the remaining packages into the truck. He wasn't ready for any drama and he could tell that Donald had only come to create a scene.

As Drake was about leaving, Donald called out. “Wait, Drake. I forgot to give you one more package.”

Drake turned back, wondering what package it was that Donald had forgotten to add to the truck.

“I'd love you to deliver this package using the delivery bike instead of the delivery truck. Sam would make the deliveries using the truck instead,” Donald said, pointing at another fellow who was also a delivery man like Drake.

Drake just remained still watching as Donald switched one of the packages on the bike with the one he claimed he had forgotten to add, handing him the key to the bike.

Drake couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gnawed within him as he watched the switching of the packages unfold before him.

He couldn't help but feel that there was something unsettling about the way he did it, but he refused to dwell on it until he glanced at the address.

“Woodruff street?” His eyes widened, sending a chill down his spine. “You've got to be kidding me,” he muttered to himself.