"Is that all we need?" Brenda asked Anna for the hundredth time that morning.
If Brice and Anna had not been there, Ryan would have teased Brenda about why she was making so much fuss."Yes, ma'am. I got all the necessary information," Anna said."The lawyer would arrive any moment from now," Ryan said."Alright. Mr Brice, you've anything to say?" Brenda asked.The others turned to Brice, he had a frown on his face. "I'm just thinking if it's okay to have a car on my tail.""I almost forgot. I have been noticing a car on my tail since yesterday," Brenda said, turning to look at Ryan."I also noticed a man walking after me. Anytime I look back, he'd pretend as if he's talking over the phone," Anna said.They all kept quiet, waiting for Ryan to talk. "There has been nobody on my tail." How could there be? He was the one who sent guards to watch the other three and protect tRyan watched Anna walk slowly to the dead child on the sofa. He was expecting her to burst into tears, jump around hysterically and scream her lungs out but she didn't do any of that, she knelt by the sofa and held the girl's hand.The action was familiar to Ryan. When a worker, back in his house in New York, had come to him to announce the death of his mother. He'd ran to her room, thinking that the worker had made a mistake. Inside his mother's room, everyone was crying. He even saw a drop of tears run down his tough father's face, but he had been emotionless. He had wanted to cry, he had wanted to throw himself on the floor, shout, scream and do a lot of things, but he had not found the energy to do it. He had just held his mother's cold hands and stared at her.Ryan bit hard on his lower lip as he watched Anna trying to process the death of her daughter. He tried to find words to comfort her, but his brain was completely empty.Anna Sa
Ryan was only eight when his mother had started drawing the painting. Ryan had asked why she was drawing a lion of all animals. She has looked at him for some minutes before continuing her drawing. It was later that she told him that he would understand about the Lion when he gets older…"Mr Ryan?" Ryan heard Brice call.He walked back to the couch and sat down. He took a sip from the coffee before setting the cup back on the table."That painting… I was looking at it," Ryan said."Oh. It was my wife who bought it." He shook his head. "She has a very bad taste when it comes to buying things."Ryan wanted to stand up and punch that mouth of Brice that he used in talking badly about his mother's painting."Of all the pieces of art to buy, she went for that shabby looking thing." Brice Sat down opposite Ryan after casting a disgusted look at the painting."Shabby?" He continued when he saw
"Yes. Scared," Ryan shouted."Well… I mean…" Brice ran his hand through his hair."I want all these to be over as quickly as possible but how do we do that if one of us who is supposed to be of help is pulling back in the name of some lame excuses?"Brice looked at Ryan and looked away. He had never seen Ryan look so mad."Miss Anna's kid was murdered. How'd you feel if you were in her shoes and someone else is bringing in a resignation letter?" "Well, Mr Ryan… I… I understand it now.""You're coming back to the company.""Okay, Sir," Brice said before he even realized what he was saying. He saw the look on Ryan's face soften."Were you waiting to hear me shout before you agreed to come back?"Brice could not help a smile. Just how Ryan could be this cool was something he was yet to understand. He had never for once thought Ryan could be scared of what was h
Alex's hang hung in the air as he stared at his boss who looked like he'd seen a ghost. It didn't make sense to Alex why his millionaire boss would be so scared of a man riding a yellow GMC.By now, people had gathered, some busybodies had started taking videos. Almost everyone in the crowd knew who the millionaire boss was. Quite a lot of them had seen him on the television and just why the sight of a man dressed in some weird looking shirt and trousers could be so frightening to the millionaire boss was a surprise to everyone."Mr Ryan…" the millionaire boss called, taking a few steps toward Ryan.More than anyone, Ryan was surprised. He did not remember seeing the man anywhere."Have you forgotten?" Ryan shook his head slowly. "I don't know you.""Mr Ryan, we met at the charity event six days ago and two days ago, I was at your office for a contract. Don't you remember?" The millionaire boss aske
"Have you been living in Atlanta all these while?" Ryan asked."Where else do I have to go?""Because I don't imagine there is anyone in Atlanta who hasn't heard of the divorce.""Forget about rumours. You were only a week married to Stephanie when I heard she had divorced you."Ryan shook his head. Landon would really never believe he's divorced."How is it like living in a rich family?" Landon asked, looking at Ryan.Ryan shrugged. "You could say it's nothing out of the ordinary." After some moment when he didn't hear any word from Landon, Ryan glanced at Landon to find him staring at him, Landon's lips slightly parted."What? Do I have something on my face?" Landon shook his head. "You're speaking like the rich.""What?!" Ryan laughed."How is your mother in-law? I assume she treats you well. I mean, you're handsome."
"Leave? How? Why? When?" A guy asked, finding himself funny, he started laughing. A few guys joined him."I'm really sorry, but please, you have to leave," the person who had spoken earlier said again.Ryan looked in the direction of the door to see who was was talking. It was a man dressed in a suit, looking lean like an ant. Ryan found himself laughing again."We rented this place for the night and this is just midnight. You can't order us out when we paid," Landon said. He was the only one there who seemed to be the most sober."Come on. Turn on the music!" Another guy said.The man in suit walked over to Landon. "I understand your point, but our guest is really important.""Tell your guest to… Go to hell!" A guy said and laughed.The man in the suit bit his lower lips. "If you don't go, I'll be forced to use violence.""Violence? Do you know violence?" One guy stagger
If Ryan had not yet sobered up, he would have sworn he imagined what just happened. Did Anderson really bring another woman to a hotel when he's going to get married to Stephanie soon?As if reading the question in his mind, Anderson grinned at Ryan."We are not dating exclusively. Until we get married, she can see other men and I can see other women." Ryan shook his head. If it was Stephanie he knew, she would never allow Anderson to date another woman while Anderson is dating her. That woman is jealous as hell. But, of course, the Stephanie he knew wouldn't have moaned another man's name while they were having sex too. Just seeing Anderson here and remembering that night made Ryan want to punch the life out of Anderson. He glanced at his phone. It's been two minutes since he sent the message. The owner of the hotel would be here any moment from now.Anderson turned to the manager. "Where are the security guard
The next morning, the ringing of Ryan's phone woke him up. He tried to get himself out of bed. He felt as if some hefty guys had used his body as a punching bag all through the night. His head felt like it was going to bust open. With a groan, Ryan walked to the sitting room where the ringing of the phone was coming from. How he got home last night or rather, this morning, remained a mystery to him. He checked the caller ID. It was Brenda that was calling."Ryan?" She called at the other end of the line."You're okay?" He almost groaned at the stinking alcoholic smell that oozed from his mouth as he spoke."Are you on your way?" Ryan Sat down on the sofa. "I will be there soon.""We are already going to the court, meet us there.""Court?" He asked, but she had already hung up.Wait a minute… today? Today is the first hearing of the case betw