“You brought a gun inside here? What kind of a man are you?” Nathan spoke.Corrigan moved closer to Nathan with the gun directed at his head. “Keep your mouth shut you son of a bitch.”“I’m not scared of you.” Nathan fired back.“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t live to make such a statement again,” Corrigan said and cocked his gun. “All I have to do is pull the trigger and that’s it, Alex Alcantara will be history.”Nathan sighed.Corrigan flashed an evil smile. “So do you have any last words? I’m a man of honor therefore I can spare you a minute for a last speech.”“Speaking to you is like planting seeds in a dessert Corrigan. You are a despicable person.” Nathan replied and curled his lips in irritation.“Whatever. And guess what? I’ll ensure you die horribly. After I empty these bullets into your head, I’m going to take off your masks and hang you by the shower.”“A horrible death right? The kind of death you gave Dr. Edgar and all your one-time loyal friends.” Said Nathan
When Nathan and his crew stepped out of the bathroom, they were intercepted by Corrigan’s men outside.Corrigan’s chief guard hurried to the bathroom and was stunned at the spectacle before him. Jackson was dragging the lifeless Corrigan toward the door like a piece of shit.In a flash, the Alcantara guards quickly secured the bathroom and the hallway. They were heavily guarded.Nathan cleared his throat loudly and looked Corrigan’s chief security guard straight in the face. “If any of you dares to shoot, I’ll ask Jackson to kill your boss.”Seeing that they were not at an advantage, Corrigan’s men lowered their guns. Meanwhile, aside from the ones inside the hall, the guards had no idea about the ongoing commotion in the hall.As Corrigan’s men drew back, Jackson made his way back to the Hall dragging Corrigan while Nathan and his entourage followed.When they arrived at the hall, Nathan read the room. Everyone had shock spread across their faces. Nathan glanced at one of the screens
The crowd began to disperse while the electoral committee moved to a corner to converse. It was a case of emergency. McDonald, Gregor, Hose Luis, and other supporters of Nathan rallied around him to exchange congratulatory remarks and laud his brave actions.While McDonald and Gregor were speaking with the rest, Mike and Nathan moved to a corner. “Where’s Jackson?” Mike asked. “Off to ensure the other plan is a success,” Nathan replied. Mike placed a hand on Nathan’s left shoulder. “I’m so proud of you and I hope tonight favors us.”Nathan smiled. “When I said I was willing to do anything to get rid of Corrigan, I meant it. Tonight, Destiny shall favor me.”Mike gave repeated nods. “I believe so.”*** The special squad came with three vans to apprehend Corrigan after Ryan communicated with the State squad team. While Corrigan’s men were handcuffed and placed in one of the vans, their boss was kept in a separate van, surrounded by some members of the squad team with the leader.
“How’s she?” Mr. Jacob demanded.His wife shook her head and passed him the cup of coffee she just made for him. They moved away from the kitchen counter and entered the living room. “I think she needs time.” Mrs. Jacobs replied. Mr. Jacobs looked down the corridor leading to Avery’s room and sighed. “Well, she has to get over it. I’ve already started making arrangements for her post-graduate studies.”“Give her a break!” Mrs. Jacobs flared up. She palmed her forehead with her left hand and shook her head. “It’s been two weeks.”Mrs. Jacobs looked up to her husband with a tired expression. “I don’t think two weeks is enough for her to forget that boy or accept the fact that she’s in London and has to move on.”Mr. Jacob took a sip of his coffee and dumped the cup on the table. He then reached for his coat from the couch. “Just ensure she’s in a good state by next week. She needs to leave that room and start school.”Mrs. Jacobs folded her arms across her chest and stared at her hus
3 years later!“Smith!” her voice pierced into the room like a clarion call. He closed his eyes and remained by the door. The more she screamed for him, the harder he tightened his eyes shut as if he was going to prevent her voice from getting across to him. “Where are you? You son of a bitch!” she yelled. He then heard her footsteps thudding down the hallway and he knew she was coming to get him. It didn’t matter to her whether there were dozens of servants to attend to her. She always ensured she put him to use whenever she wanted. He knew that staying in the room with closed eyes wasn’t going to prevent him from the inevitable. She was going to barge in, hurl insults at him, and dole out instructions and he wouldn’t dare fail to carry them out. “I’m right here. I was just getting dressed.” He said and then pushed the door open. He pretended to adjust the sleeve of his shirt. He shut the door and rested his back against it. She eyed him from head to toe, her eyes filled wit
3 years ago!Every corner of the room was filled with cheers and applause. Nathan had just taken his oath, completing his coronation right as the president of the billionaire’s club. The small crowd couldn’t stop singing his praises and even though he had several thoughts going through his mind, Nathan felt glad. The proud smile on the faces of his parents meant everything to him. Lots of people were now gathering around him for a photograph and after taking several shots, the guests took turns to congratulate Nathan once more before they began to depart. It was a few minutes past 8 pm and the ceremony was over. Nathan carefully took off his crown and passed it to Jackson. The crown was a symbol of his position and would only be worn when the need arose. In less than ten minutes, all the guests were gone. Henry and Charles had taken Martin to one of the VIP clubs in the city since it was his last night in Rockville. The only people left in the villa aside from the guards outside
Smith stood before the large dressing mirror in front of him and heaved a deep sigh. It was a new day, the day he takes over as one of messengers at the company of his benefactors.Looking intensely at his reflection, Smith wasn’t sure of anything any more. Last night, the flashes plaqued his sleep in the form of nightmares and the struggle was intense. Las night, he saw flashes of people around him in an event and at this point, he wasn’t sure about his look either. He sighed and reached for the hair comb and began to brush his hair. On the table was a mini cosmetic store. His wife had great taste in makeup, hair products and creams so the table was always littered with her stuff. There was no time to arrange her mess. Smith needed to be at the office on time and since he wasn’t leaving with his wife and father inlaw who were having breakfast downstairs, he needed to start moving. His breakfast was delivered to his room as usual and as he made his way toward the door, he couldn’
The office instantly became blurred through Smith’s eyes. Samson’s voice was now a background noise and all Smith could see was himself, seated on Mr. Carson’s desk, going through some files. Smith shut his eyes and groaned slightly, trying to kick off the memories or better still, try to see if they’ll make sense but it was always a mixture of blurred images that came with slight head aches. While his eyes remained shut, Smith saw himself going through documents and dishing out instructions to someone whose face was not clear. He was wearing what seemed like a customized suit and for the third time since he started having the flashes, the letter A logo was there, this time, it was etched on his outfit. “Are you even listening to me?” Samson cried out. When Smith opened his eyes, he saw Samson standing right in front of him looking flustered. “Are you crazy? I’ve been speaking for minutes and what were you doing? Meditating?”“I’m sorry.” Smith mumbled and began to rove his eyes