“And who are you, exactly, Mr. Andrews?” Tyson questioned, sneering at Charles.That was the moment Charles realized that he had overdone himself. Out of anger, he had pushed himself closer to suspicion.Any intelligent person would know that if a poor man could stand up to Tyson to yell if he knows who he was, then he must certainly have something he relies on.Charles lowered his eyes, then moved backwards a little.“I… I apologize, young master. I'm currently having a bad day.”“No, Andrews. Tell me, who are you? That's what I'm interested in.” Tyson questioned again, closing in on him.Right there, Charles’ tongue became crippled of words as he couldn't think of a convincing reason to let himself out of the suspicion zone.“Don't you have ears, Andrews? My son is speaking to you!” Sandra yelled from the dining.Charles glanced at the dining room and noticed that everyone's eyes were now on him. Some of them had this intrigued expression, while some were curious on how this was goi
Charles smiled to himself, unable to hide his excitement. It was the kind of opportunity that made everything fall into place. "Turns out this shelf hasn't been dusted in weeks." He suddenly heard Tyson say, and turned.Tyson was standing by a shelf of books he had seen the maid cleaning a day ago. It was obvious he was doing it on purpose. He opened his mouth to say something about the maid cleaning it, but Tyson suddenly held up a duster. "Dust it." He ordered, staring at Charles expressionlessly. Charles gave a little smile, as that was the only way he could refrain his anger from showing on his face.He walked towards Tyson, and took the duster from him. Very soon, it would be over, and relief would wash over him like a cool shower on a hot summer's day. Charles began to dust the shelf, and the books on it, waiting patiently for the time to clock seven, so they could leave, and he'd begin his work. When he was done cleaning the shelf, he ran some more errands, and was final
"Now this is a big deal." Charles said to himself with a smile, as he brought out his phone from his pocket and took pictures of the illegal drugs.He checked the pictures, and ensured they were bright enough, and couldn't be mistaken for any other thing before zipping up the bag, and returning it back to its place. Then he looked around, ensuring there would be no cause for suspicion. He didn't want them noticing anyone had sneaked into their rooms.He left immediately, walking down the corridor, as fast as he could, and immediately Charles got down the stairs, he sent the pictures of the drugs to the cops, and to James. He got a call from James immediately, and smiled."Did you find all those at Mr. Lincoln's house?" James asked, immediately Charles picked his call."Large amounts of it. They were in Sandra's room to be precise. Although I found some dollar bills covered in cocaine dust in a safe in Mr. Lincoln's room." He answered, pulling the fridge open, and taking water out o
Charles was ushered into an office to wait as the bank manager was on his way to him. While waiting as he sat on the comfy sofa, it occurred to him that he had mistakenly blurted out the truth behind his source of wealth to James, but thankfully, James didn’t notice he had said something weird.He was also carried away by the joyful news Charles shared. Charles breathed out an air of relied through his mouth, and then leaned against the sofa.He checked his watch, and he wasn’t comfortable with time ticking, and all he was doing presently was waiting for the bank manager.James was meant to have traveled to France so as to meet with Mr. Lincoln, but they had arranged another person who looked very similar to the appearance which James disguised in during his video call with Mr. Lincoln.This was the moment Charles needed James the most as things were beginning to work out just the way he had always wanted for son long when he began his revenge on those who treated him wrong.“Good day
“I think he’s being too unprofessional, mother. How would he be given a job, and then unserious about it?” Tyson added, sneering at Charles.“I asked a question, Andrews. And you ought to answer without wasting a time.” Sandra said, looking at him in spite.“I apologize for coming in late, and even as I have something, I need to inform you about, this is the wrong manner and time to tell you that, but it is beyond my power to avoid this.” Charles spoke, without budging at how threatening the Lincoln family looked.“And what is it you have to say?” Sandra questioned as she crossed her legs.“I can’t continue to work here. Due to some things which came up, I have to resign.” Charles informed, and then handed over his resignation letter to them which had been written a long time before he got to work at the Lincoln’s company.Sandra and both her sons were shocked as they weren’t expecting such from him, but for it not to seem like they cared, they decided to hide their shock.“That’s muc
“Uhm… Tyson, how about you bring out your card? Hopefully it should work.” Sandra suggested with her left eyes stealing glances at the receptionists who were beginning to look like they were suspecting them.“About that, I actually didn’t take my card along.”“How would a business man forget to bring his card along?” Sandra said, under her breath, expressing her disappointment and displeasure in him.“Mother, I think we should call father. He’ll help us out of this mess.” Carlos suggested, and Sandra snapped her fingers, feeling a bit relieved, and hopeful.Then she put a call through to Mr. Lincoln who was currently having his siesta after a long day of ensuring businesses were going well.“Hello baby.” Sandra spoke over the phone.“Hello honey. How did your trip go?” Mr. Lincoln asked as he leaned on his sofa.“Actually, not going so well. The resort which I, Tyson and Carlos visited, we are trying to make payments, but none of our cards are being accepted.”“That’s messed up. How c
Tyson and Carlos’ face expressed disbelief. They couldn’t bring themselves to believe that they had actually pitched their tent in their enemy’s camp, and now that they couldn’t pay up, he could do anything that pleases him.Sandra felt so embarrassed, and all the words she had spat out, just when she didn’t know that he was the owner of the resort, made her feel more embarrassed.She cleared her throat, and tried her best to push away her pride. After all, there was nothing she could do, right now.“I wasn’t aware you’re the owner of this resort, and trust me, it wasn’t intentional.” Sandra chuckled awkwardly, trying to act nice.But even the way he had been treated when he disguised as Andrews made him more bent on ensuring that they suffered for their misdeeds.“Now that you know, I believe you know what next to do. Pay up or work here at the resort.” Charles replied firmly.Sandra chuckled awkwardly again.“Please Charles. Like I said, we are kind of stranded. Our cards have been
“So, why are you here?” James questioned without making eye contact with her.He had invited her inside as he could not bring himself to ignore her physically, or tell her to go back.“I see you ignored my texts. Anyways, it’s understandable. I understand you.” Amelia spoke as she stared around the house.“Amelia, you came here for what reason? I didn’t expect to see you waiting at my house. What if I didn’t come home?”“Thankfully, you came home.” She smiled, and my heart melted like when larva melts things down.I became speechless, and looked away, then ruffled my hair.“I actually came because I wanted to make a change. I’m tired of holding back, and running away because of someone else’s desire.” Amelia voiced out, with tears filling her eyes up.James became so emotional and all the hard cover he was trying to put up came crumbling down. “What’s going on, Amelia?” He asked, out of concern.Amelia sniffled and cleaned her tear stain with her handkerchief.“Actually, there’s a lo