“Doctor, how is he, now?” Charles inquired about his chauffeur’s health condition.“he’s better now. Everything has been worked on. So, he’ll be fine in a few days. The bullet didn’t go deep. It only grazed a little of his flesh.” The doctor reported, trying to make Charles feel rest assured.“Oh, alright, thank you.”Charles walked out of the hospital, relieved that his chauffeur wasn’t in a critical condition.“Taxi!” He waved his hand for the taxi to slow down.As he got into the cab, he informed the cab driver of his address, and then leaned back on the car seat, with his eyes closed.Then a call came in for him from one of his guards. He answered it immediately, hoping they had gotten the name of whoever had sent those armed guards.“And how did it go? Did they confess?” “Yes, they did. They said it was Mark Adam who sent them to kill you.”“Really? I guess he must have found out that I ratted him out to Mr. Darwin. Well, this was the dumbest way to get back at me. Tell the cops
Jefferson drove off to Charles’ home, not minding the time of the night. All he wanted was a solution to his problem, and he hoped that Charles would help him better than he did, the last time.As soon as he got to Charles’ front door, he rang the doorbell twice, and hoped that Charles wasn’t surprisingly asleep yet.There was no response even after a while, so he rang the doorbell again, and this time he heard someone coming towards the door. He rubbed his palms together, and adjusted his clothes.Then the door opened a little.“Good evening. Please I’ll like to see your boss. I’m Jefferson.” Jefferson said to the maid.“Give me a minute, please.” She said, then closed the door behind her.Jefferson turned around and stared at the garden, and the bright lights of the night. Although, he had never for once dreamt that he would be standing somewhere like this place for help, and the owner of the place would be Charles.Then he exhaled. “I guess this is how life turns tables at times.”
Chapter SeventyCharles stood up, and clasped his fingers with a smile on his face.“Wow. What brings you here to my office, Mrs. Adam?” Charles asked as he tapped his fingers on his table.Mrs. Adam was quite surprised at how Charles had changed the company in just a few weeks of possession. It was much better than when she was still in power.And what was more surprising was how he looked really wealthy and powerful. But then, she didn’t expect him to welcome her with a smile, and that made her confidence shatter.But she tried to regain her confidence back as she needed it to speak with him, concerning their affairs.“Have your seat, please.” Charles urged as he joined her in the center of the office, then sat down.Mrs. Adam sat down quietly, and moistened her lips as she got herself ready to speak.“So, how may I help you, Mrs. Adam?” “It’s quite weird of you calling me that right now, but anyways, I have come here to speak to you about something.” Mrs. Adam spoke out.“Uhm… Let
Charles wondered what exactly he needed to do and how much benefits he and Mr. Grayson would get for a business trip to have been mentioned.“We would have gone together, but right now, I have a lot on my table.”“It’s fine. I’m all ears.”“There’s this man, called Alaric Dane. He is a multi-billionaire who owns many lands, companies, cruise ships, etc. I need to get him to buy a land of mine which is at Chicago where he is.”Charles leaned against his chair with keen interest as he wanted to understand where Mr. Grayson was heading to.“If he buys that land, the money that comes from it would be used to make these special robots in bulk as I have just signed a deal of sending about a thousand of these robots to an influential man.” Mr. Grayson explained.“Alright?”“But Mr. Dane is very obstinate. It takes a lot to persuade him to do something, or you might not be successful at all. I have been trying to make him buy my land, but it hasn’t worked, but I believe you can make it work.”
Charles phoned Mr. Grayson a little to midnight after he had thought his plan over and over, through and through, and on the second ring, Mr. Grayson picked. "Well…" Charles started."You've made up your mind?" Mr. Grayson asked, wondering what Charles' decision was going to be."Yes, I have." Charles replied as he played with a loose wool from his pillow. "And what is it?" Mr. Grayson asked, and Charles smiled. He could hear the eagerness in Mr. Grayson's voice. Mr. Grayson was really looking up to Charles and it was all the more reason for Charles to feel pressured to make it work. "I'm going to try my best to convince Mr. Dane." Charles replied, and Mr. Grayson couldn't contain his smiles."Thanks so much, Charles. I really appreciate it. I really do." Mr. Grayson told him honestly, and Charles smiled still twirling the loose wool around his finger. "So, I'll arrange your flight. You just need to get the necessary documents ready." Mr. Grayson added, and Charles sat up straight.
Charles decided to ignore it, thinking maybe she was just like that—weird, and smiling."Alaric is having a meeting right now. He actually didn't plan for it. It was a sort of impromptu meeting. It was uncalled for so he had to attend to it using Skype. He'll be down in a moment, so in the meantime, I can keep you occupied. I'm Josephine, Alaric's wife." She explained, then introduced herself as she walked to him, extending her hand.He shook it politely and she held onto his hand. Charles wondered what was wrong with her. She had just called herself Alaric's wife so why was she still trying to flirt with him? Was she there to sabotage his mission?"Would you let go please?" He asked, the words polite and soft but nothing like the hard look in his eyes, and she smiled and left his hand."You're just what I like. Well, follow me. I want to give you a tour of our house as requested by Alaric. He's sorry for keeping you waiting when you must be busy so he wanted you to take your mind of
Charles stared at the magazine not knowing how he was going to sneak his way into Mr. Dane's heart if he wasn't even going to listen. Josephine picked up the magazine and stared at it, but didn't make a comment, she only sipped wine carefully as she stared at it, and then seconds later, her eyes met Charles' and she raised a brow. He looked away from her, and turned to Mr. Dane."What day do you think would be perfect for you to listen?" Charles asked, and Mr. Dane looked out the window with a look of utter disinterest pasted on his face. "I'll call you very soon. Although I do not assure you that I will still agree to buy the land." He continued, raising his glass to his lips."Honey, don't drink too much wine. Whenever you drink too much, you do not eat whatever I cook." Josephine whined and she went over to him, taking the glass of wine from him gently, and he smiled up at her."I can't help it. The wine is delicious." Mr. Dane countered, and she giggled. "It shouldn't be as swe
Charles immediately fished out a casual sweatshirt, took off his white shirt, and pulled the sweatshirt over his head.Business men did anything for business' sake, he kept on repeating in his head as he styled his hair in front of the mirror."Perfect." He whispered to himself, slathering cream on it. All he needed at the moment was the perfect way to gain her trust. She wasn't to know that it was the power she exercised over her husband that he needed, and not her, unless she might be unwilling because he could tell she was going to be a handful of she wanted to cause trouble.After trying to look his best, Charles left his house in a casual yellow sweatshirt, grey pants, and his hair styled to perfection while still maintaining a casual look, and hailed a cab, telling the driver the address he was going to. About half an hour later, Charles showed up at Mr. Dane's residence when the moon was already high in the sky, shining down in a beautiful crescent. His fingers found the bell