It's about 8:30 AM in the morning where Derek is riding off to work on his bicycle when he witnesses a mugging scene. A young woman is coming out of a plaza when she suddenly gets robbed of her purse which contained a huge amount of dollars as she just counted them and was returning them into her purse when a young man wearing a black hoodie snatched it away from her.
Derek parks his bicycle at the side of the road and stops the thief, chasing after him until he has caught the man who stole from the woman. He doesn't get the chance to beat him up properly for stealing but he is able to retrieve her purse and makes sure that her money is complete before walking up to the elderly rich looking lady and hands it over to her.
"Give me that, you mugger!" She replies rudely which leaves Derek in shock.
"I'm sorry, what?" Derek asks her in shock and disbelief.
"What? I have watched it on news! Young people like you team up to cheat the elderly together!" She screams into his face as she brings out her phone out of her bag.
"Team up to cheat the elderly?...."
"Look at your raggedy clothes. Don't think I'll believe you were just being nice. I am calling the police." She wrongly accuses Derek.
“So you crashed a fire hose in the course of chasing the robber, right?"The police said, he arrived five minutes later. After getting a positive answer, he nodded, "Okay, You've been arrested for destruction of government property."
“What?! But I'm doing the righteousness!" Derek shouted.
His bike is impounded, taken alongside with them while he is handcuffed and led towards the car.
His world falls apart, he had wanted to reach his workplace on time but now he was going to spend his day in the police cell.
When they arrived, the first thing done on him was documentation. Two of the officers who had arrested him take him to the registry where the details of suspects and criminals are input into the system.
"Write there....." The taller officer who is at his right says, but then he remembers that he did not get his captive's name. Turning to Derek, he asks. "What's your name?"
"Derek Dawson." Derek said, blankly.
This is a whole new environment he hasn't been to before. He wonders what will become of him once he gets into the cell.
"You have been asked to pay a sum of one hundred and fifty dollars as fine. But for the meantime, you would be in our custody, meaning you aren't free to leave this premises until you have paid the required amount.
Immediately the COP finishes saying this, he disperses Derek and the three police officers who had taken him here.
"Get the handcuff off him." He orders the officers. It's usual for those approved to be in custody under the fine section to be given a little bit of freedom, unlike those who are found to have committed hideous crimes.
As they are taking him away to show him to his cell room, one of the police officers leans into his ear and whispers.
"If you have someone, you should make a call. Make sure you don't delay payment of the fine till tomorrow." He speaks like there is some danger if it reaches.
After settling down in the room, Derek starts to think of who to call for help. The first person that appears in his mind is his wife.
"Hello darling, please, it's urgent. I need your help." He says as soon as someone picked the call.
"What the hell did you do again?" But the person who answered the phone was not Tahlia, but her mother, Derek's mother-in-law.
"Hello Mrs. Could you please pass the phone to Tahlia?" Derek said in hurry. He didn't want to argue with him right now.
"She is busy. Talk to me." She replies in a hoarse tone, the very nature of it discouraging him. Derek hesitated, but spoke up anyway.
"An elderly woman was robbed this morning on my way to work and when I tried to help. I crashed a fire hose."
She scoffed. "So what do you expect your wife to do now?" Her very tone detects sarcasm.
"The cop detected a fine of a hundred and fifty dollars for me." He pauses, his heart beating heavily. "I'll be so grateful to receive your help. This is just the beginning of the month and I'm yet to receive my salary."
She laughed. Then he hears some other voice in the background, which he detects to be his wife.
"Who's that?" Tahlia asked, "Mom, is that my phone?"
Gianna, his mother-in-law, didn't answer.
"You funny clown, no one can help you!" With this, she hangs up leaving him dumbfounded.
Derek was desperate and called his colleague, who picked the call this time around. Derek moved straight to the point. He wouldn't miss his opportunity as he had helped this person at work all the time. "I'm in police custody. I just got a chance to speak with you now. I wanted you to help me with a hundred and fifty dollars for my bail. I'll pay you back after getting my salary." "Come on. How much do you earn that you are talking of paying back?" Derek detected that he was mocking him. Though knowing this, there was nothing he can do because he wants to get the money. "I helped you rotate so many shifts.." Derek said to the phone, "You know what kind of a person I am, and I will definitely pay you back." “Do I?” His colleague laughed out loud, "I have told the boss that you are absent from work today. I guess you won't have this job anymore, let alone this $150 to pay me back. Good luck to you at the police office, I guess." Derek was still clutching the phone as it was b
"No mom, I wouldn't divorce him." She shakes her head, held Derek's hand. Derek knew deep down she didn't trust him. So he believed that she would readily opt in for a divorce upon her mother's suggestion. But not until he saw the same serious expression on her face that her mother had. He remains rigid, without any motion. "I'm really surprised….." He mutters to himself, not quite audible. He decides to surprise his wife, he never thought she would be saying this. He hastens down to his motorcycle which is down. He is going to do this no matter what, it's not a planned decision but he doesn't care. He didn't inform anyone before leaving. He just wants everything to be a surprise. Before reaching the family estate, he calls his family's asset manager. He picks. "Mr Aurelius, I'll be coming back home to take over." He first starts. "I'm already on my way!" Aurelius Julius, an Italian, had been in the job of managing the vast billion dollars worth of the Dawson's as
Derek arrives at his estate, soon after he told his family's asset manager. It didn't take up to twenty minutes. Some of his family's staff had forgotten him because he was now grown, muscular and very charming although had been in a poor condition for years. His grandfather who is the most excited person to welcome him introduces him to everyone who had forgotten him. "I thought you were not going to come back?" He asks and Derek widens his eyes in amazement. "Why wouldn't I come back, sir?" He always addresses his granddad by the fond version of sir. "I'm glad you returned, some don't after meeting with the freedom of having to live by themselves." This is why he is the most excited person in the house. It's the truth that some heirs and heiresses who were supposed to inherit their family's fortunes like these abscond, never returning back to home again especially those from disciplined families. These families have rules guiding them and those who are to inherit the fa
Immediately Derek leaves with Aurelius, the security guards take Andrea off, taking him alongside with them. A gap of five meters is maintained between them. Derek turns and stares at them. "Take him off me, give him two days detention. He did his obligatory job but not in the right way." "Okay sir," they respond, already being aware of who he is. "We want to meet with your Deonz company's officials, I think you wouldn't have to dress in this." Aurelius says in the most polite way, after looking down at Derek who is dressed in the most casual way. "Okay, did you make provisions for that?" "Yeah, we have a fashion boutique inside of this Deonz company's base but it's not for sale, strictly for the officials and everyone who holds an important position in this Deonz company. You are top on the list." He smiles warmly, making Derek feel good about himself. At least he has someone that acknowledges and respects him. "We are going there first." Derek follows Aurelius to the dressi
Derek manages to maintain a good disposition during the meeting which is scheduled to last for an hour, twenty minutes. Here, he is getting introduced to the senior officials of the Deonz company as their new boss. It wouldn't stop here as each one of them will have to introduce themselves to him as well. Andrea being the only person left. "I wished I could see the the junior staff today!" He said during the meeting. "We are sorry," the Director General stands up to reply. "We weren't informed earlier of your arrival, sir. They are on break, not within the vicinity of this company. Perhaps we can organize for you to meet with them another day?" He leaves his statement as a question, waiting for Derek to reply. "No problem, I'll communicate to my personal manager who will get to you when next I'm coming." He tells him. "Okay sir." He replies and sits down. The meeting finishes after the series of events fixed with the time set is exhausted. Now Derek can return home to meet wit
After a journey of one and a half hours, he arrives at home, hoping to find Gianna and his wife. By now they should have reached home, he plans to inquire about what Sancho needed from her. Sancho is a director in the Deonz company.Surprise hits him hard when he arrives at the apartment where he stays with Tahlia and her mom, Gianna only to find the main entrance locked, just as they left it. He realizes at once that there was no one in. When the main entrance which the other doors are assessed from is locked, it's a clear indication that there is no one in. He picks up his phone to call his wife's line, hoping this time around, she is going to be the one to pick it and not someone else. He had been happy to finish the meeting with his grandfather on time so as to come back before it was too late and they got to suspect where he went. Standing outside of the apartment frustrated as the phone continues to ring without anyone picking, he thinks of what to do. "Should I call Aurel
When he arrives at Sancho's residence, the security officials at the gate come out to question him. "Young man, where are you heading to?" The leader of the security team steps forward to ask. About four of his colleagues are behind him, gazing at Derek with bad eyes. "Who are you and what do you want?" The second officer comes up to ask. "You shouldn't ask where he is heading to but who he is first of all." He corrects his colleague and sure, this is the very first question the security leader is supposed to ask. "I'm Derek Dawson by name, it has reached my ears that my wife is here with Erickson Sancho." "Who told you?" The third man asks. Here he realizes what he has done, he doesn't in any way intend to put his friend into trouble. "I need to have my wife come out here, I want Tahlia. How can a famous man like him commit such a scandal, taking a married woman to his house?" He breathes so heavily, with the intensity of his heart beat. What gives him the audacity to stand ou
Sancho feels threatened by what he said and orders his security guards to stop him from riding out of the exterior of his estate. "Get him now!" "He can't get away with this!" He is disturbed by the threats. Derek who fears what's going to happen to him thinks of telling them who he is as well as showing them his new ID card which was made for him when he signed the documents of transfer of ownership of his family's assets. On a second thought, he determines not to tell them. He wants them to know at the most critical point after they have finished abusing him. But is that not foolishness? A voice asks inside his, his own personal thoughts. He is wondering what would be the need of suffering all tortures, then at the end, his true identity is made known. "Well, along the line it would be revealed to them who I am but I would never tell them." He makes this determination inside him as the police officers Sancho called while he was approaching the gate to see who was making tro