"Oh my God!" Sandra squealed as the call to Lincoln magically went through. "What, mum?" Carlos asked, munching on the fish sticks they had been given for dinner. "The call's going through" She said, with her voice shaking like she was scared saying it out loud would make the network unavailable once more.Both boys looked up immediately and sat straight."I swear I'll harm some of those employees. I'll trample them, I'll kill them…" Tyson was saying with his eyes enlarging and roaming around madly."Hey, hey, Tyson! We will not cause any trouble for your father here. Have you forgotten who the owner of the resort is?" Sarah cut in, quick to anger ever since they had been mistreated by the employees they had trampled under feet, before they had been hit with calamity."Instead, we will return, and find a way to deal with these imbeciles." She said, angrily, and just then, Mr. Lincoln's voice floated through the phone.Sandra's heart seemed like it had been showered with honey. She s
"Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Lincoln is currently at the Lincoln consulting firm." He said, and Mr. Lincoln froze. What the heck was Charles doing at Lincoln firm. Even with all the anger, a pang of fear hit him. What was the crafty devil doing at his firm?"For what?" He asked, with wide eyes."The reason is unknown to me, but if you must speak to him, you will find him there." The manager replied, and Mr. Lincoln stepped back. Why would Charles be at his firm?No matter how he tried to think of a reason, he must couldn't wrap his head around it. There was something suspicious going on. He was very sure of it. "Where's my wife? And my sons?" He asked."Currently we can't let them go, as we haven't received orders yet, but if you want to see them, you can." "Lead the way." Mr. Lincoln said stiffly, wondering why it felt like his family were being treated like prisoners. The manager led the way and Mr. Lincoln followed. He was taken to a hall with rooms for employees to rest within shifts,
Mr. Lincoln stared at the box, which had his name written over it in large letters. What in the world was going on? So many people were passing by, walking in, and going out, and a few of them stared at him, as he watched the box. After watching the box for a full minute unable to comprehend why a box with his name written on it would be outside the company, he finally went to it to see what was in it. On getting there, he saw his things. Shoes he had left a long time ago in his office, pens, a pencil sharpener, and documents he worked on in his office.Basically everything that usually occupied spots on his table at the office were inside the box. What was the meaning of it?Why had his things been placed outside? Who had placed them outside? What was going on?He lifted the box of his things, and went over to the security guard, who took away his eyes immediately they locked eyes."Who put this out here?" Mr. Lincoln asked, pointing to the box. "Some employee." The security gua
The cops were standing in front of him. He could tell from their number, and the stern looks on their faces. He had also spotted the identification card before the cop stuck it into his face. "We are the police. We have an arrest warrant to take you in…""Under what charges?" Mr. Lincoln asked, even though images of all the atrocities he had committed in the dark started flashing in his mind."Under the charges of embezzlement of company funds, drug trafficking and fraud committed against Mr. Van." The man said, staring at him with hard eyes that suggested he was going to use force if Mr. Lincoln didn't cooperate. "Drug trafficking." Mr. Lincoln repeated, although it was plainly from shock that they had found that out. How had they discovered that? No one had been to his home. The men began to bring out handcuffs, and Mr. Lincoln cast a spiteful glance at Charles. "You." He gritted out, with his fists shaking, eyes restless, and lips trembling in anger. Charles gave a little sm
To Sandra, it was what an heart attack would feel like. She had never had an heart attack, but felt that the feeling she felt at that time was one that could be associated with cardiac arrest.Her chest suddenly clenched, and her hand flew to it. Her eyes stayed glued on Tyson, who looked like he was trying to find a way to take care of all the issues. Why would her husband be arrested? He had not come anything wrong. He had only come to save her and her sons."Can't be true." She said, and turned to Carlos who was reading something on the phone in a frenzy.She snatched it from his hands."Mum!" He called sharply in frustration, and tried to snatch the phone out of her hands, but she took it away, getting to her feet and continued to stare at the news headline.CEO of Lincoln consulting firm arrested!There was the photo of Mr. Lincoln handcuffed and taken by the cops."How come… how…" she asked, with her breath already beginning to come out a little faster. Then there were multipl
"What trouble?" Tyson asked, turning fully to Carlos. "The police might also be searching for us. They might want to arrest us." Carlos replied, and Tyson threaded his hands through his hair, bowing his head.He could not bring himself to ask why the cops would search for them.He also knew they hadn't exactly been innocent kids, and if their father had been caught then they weren't exactly safe. "What do we do now?" Tyson asked."We plan. We'll be back with payback for Charles. I'm very sure he's behind this." Carlos said venomously and without words, Tyson understood what Carlos intended to say.After all they were brothers. ~Sandra's eyes flitted open slowly, and she saw she was in the hospital.What had happened? Her brain felt hazy. She looked at the IV which she had drained of his contents, and sat up. She looked at her clothes; She was still in her casual clothes, which meant she had not suffered any serious injury that called for hospital treatment.Then slowly, it all be
Fear thrummed in Sarah like an instrument. No, she was almost there. She could have boarded her plane!No! Her world seemed to be crashing in on her. None of it made any sense. How could everything suddenly go wrong?Why hadn't they caught her when she was in her house? Why didn't they chase her on the road? Why hadn't they captured her in the hospital? Why, why, why???Why didn't they let her hopes get too high? How could they do such a sloppy job?Why did they let her see her freedom right in front of her and make her unable to snatch it?It felt like her freedom was really right in front of her, and she could snatch it, and take it for herself, but she knew she couldn't. They walked briskly towards her, and she wondered if they had seen her. Afterall, she had sunglasses and a cap on. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe she was just too scared. She began to walk as casually, yet fast as she could, but ran into more cops."Mrs. Lincoln?" How had they recognized her? How in the world
Apart from James being happy about the fact that they had taken Mr. Lincoln down, he was also happy that he and Amelia would finally settle things between them.Then he scrolled through his contacts, and dialed Amelia’s contact.“Hello Amelia.”“Hey James.” She responded in a delighted tone.“Well, I called to inform you that we’re finally done with the most tasking part at work, so if we could meet tomorrow to sort things out, that’ll be nice.” James spoke, hoping Amelia wouldn’t have changed her mind since the last time they spoke. “Oh, that’s sweet. It means you still have a few things to do at work, if you say you’ve only done the most tasking thing.”“Uhm… Yes. But that doesn’t affect our meeting. We’ll be finalizing what we’re working on, in three days.” James informed her.“Alright then. That’s fine. But then, if you insist on us settling things tomorrow, we will. Although, we’ll still have to go to see my father, but that’ll be after you’re finally free from so much tasks.” Am