JORDAN. No one was around in the bungalow where Hailey resided with Jordan. He left Gold Inc. Prime and came back after dropping her off with her orders. "Hailey—Hailey," he arced, smoothening his beards as he went through her things carefully. "You’re smart; there are no traces left, and you still don’t trust me," he uttered, running his hands through all her files. "So smart, she almost got a hunch of the recorder I planted on my jacket," Jordan laughed, taking it off and hanging it inside her wardrobe. He dipped his hand inside his pocket and brought out the smart little recorder."Should I say she was careful? Or just lucky?" Jordan muzzled after listening for a couple of minutes, and she had no vital conversation.Manila—white coaster busHe paused and listened again. "Manila? And she probably saw a white coaster bus?" Jordan stood up, raking his brain. "I just need more time to get this blown," he mustered courageously. He heard the car honk, and he rushed to keep things
AT THE MANSION. "I’ll not get anything from them." Brandon sighed, leaving the glass house. "I don’t think you were planning on getting any boss; you just wanted to push them." Madrigal responded at the back of the car."When did you return?" Brandon asked him surprisedly to meet him, already waiting for him inside the car. He didn’t know he had returned after following Esmeralda. "Not too long, Torillio was there, and I guess Vanessa too; they’re hiding something," Madrigal responded. Brandon rubbed his palms on his face depressingly. He had too much on his plate as he got to solve one problem, then another resurfaced."I won’t let this let us down; we should go somewhere before going home," Brandon replied, driving by himself instead of Madrigal. Herveaux’s sudden suicide was immersed in his thoughts. "The bruises and olvido had a point; uncle Herveaux does calligraphy, and I believe his suicide note would be written, pen to paper," he thought out loud. "But who do you think
THE REUNION. The gates to Brandon’s flamboyant mansion were opened widely before Hailey’s Maybach drove in. "Are they expecting us?" she asked Esmeralda curiously. "How would I know? I haven’t spoken to any of them; don’t act cordial with me, please; if not, I’ll have second thoughts about this and the cop! Arrh," Esmeralda stamped her heels, disgusted by Hailey's gut. She brought Jordan Vera-Dona down with them to Brandon’s mansion. "I just wish none of this happened," she breathed, stepping out as Jordan opened the door for her before going to Hailey's."Welcome!" Brandon uttered form the top of the mansion with a clap and a welcoming smile. " This is getting more awkward, are you sure he doesn’t know we're coming?" Hailey asked Esmeralda again, repeatedly."I won’t repeat myself; play the ball; it’s all your idea," Esmeralda brawled. "Thank you." She turned down help from one of Brandon’s bodyguards, who offered to help her up the stairs. "I’ll help you," Jordan said, taki
Andallio met with the investigators, who were done investigating Herveaux’s murder. " So how did your investigation end?" he asked possessively. The higher-ranking officers with a smile were willing to surrender their tips and evidence, except for one young cop who refused to. "Which one of you brought this nincompoop here?" Andallio roared, tugging his hands on the young man’s neck. "Don’t mind him, sir; no matter what he says, I have ruled the case a suicide." The officer in no uniform stepped up. He looked older and had gray hair; he was most likely the one who led the team for their investigation."This is wrong, and it’s against the law!" The young officer reacted angrily. "He's quite an interesting man, so what happens when someone goes against the law?" Andallio asked mockingly. "Justice eventually catches up with them!" The young officers threatened. Andallio examined him disgustedly from the top of his head to his toe. "You’re the officer from yesterday, right? Yeah, you
AT THE MANSIONMadrigal’s hands frizzled as the sun rose up, faintly setting and shining upon his face as he was standing on the balcony on top of the building. "Madrigal—why did you act like that? You could just tell her you’re busy or have an update with Brandon." Nathalie snuggled up to him. "Stop—what happened back there shouldn’t be; this is all facade, and you know it," Madrigal said to her sternly. "I know, but I like you, and you know it," she said, still holding hands with him. "Forget about the kiss and what is wrong with Brandon; he’s taking this thing too seriously," Nathalie complained, rubbing her back against his broad chest. "Hailey is our only big enemy that’s left; once she's sealed out, everything gets solved," Madrigal said flawlessly. He checked the time on his golden wristwatch. "It’s almost 8:00 a.m.; where is Brandon?" Madrigal asked her. He left the dining room immediately after Esmeralda asked him to drive her out. "He’s downstairs explaining
AT THE FAMILY."Chevrolet! Nice ride—who do you seek?" A drug junkie, vaping and snorting as he did, stopped Andallio and his men from entering Cortez’s hotel."Here to you, Cortez," Lamar said, sticking his head out of the window to talk to the drug junkie. "What have you got?" the drug jukie asked. He ordered them to move their car aside so the truck could go in. The truck was filled with stark naked ladies flaunting their titti** and a DJ playing loud music."I think you made a good catch, Lamar; make sure this works out; if it doesn't, we have one more shot at it," Andallio replied, referring to Fredrick, whose eyes were stern and hoping Lamar’s plan would fail."Yeah, back to you. Does Cortez know you’re coming?" The junkie asked, flaunting his ice-encrusted diamond teeth. It didn’t look good because of his appearance. He had pink-colored hair, his whole body and face were covered in tattoos, and his dress was ripped. "Is this the guy we’re going to trust? He’s a druggie and
THE ELDERS II"The Sokolov’s Manor," Estrellia dubbed as she drove Brandon inside the master piece of architectural design that embalmed the mansion. It was the destination of the elder he was going to meet. "We have a good relationship with the Russians, so it would be a good meeting," Brandon affirmed, gently patting her on the arms. "Everything has been sorted out, and I did my job; it’s my first since I returned, so I won’t disappoint you," she replied, holding the open button in the car’s control.He strode out of the car, standing tall and confident with his muscular body exuding his perfect body and his well-tappered trousers, the colors of his suit acting as a perfect blend for his newly dyed and gelled black hair. " Good luck; he should be an old man, or not?" Estrellia blurted out as she zoomed off. " Wait! What--?" she disappered before he could talk. Brandon smirked, showing off the subtle curves of his lips unintentionally."How may I help you, handsome?" the m
FREDRICK AND LAMAR. The sun was going down and the sky was cloudless when Andallio’s car returned to the glass house. Fredrick waited outside, strolling without a direction, until Andallio went inside with his guards."Are you going to ignore what I asked you?" Fredrick trolled as Lamar passed by. He wasn't helped by any of the guards that were with them, and it slowed his movement down. "No! That’s my answer; I won’t join you." Lamar bruised with his words."Really? Even after what he did to you? How many days do you have left to live?" Fredrick asked menacely. He helped Lamar, placing his hands on his neck and walking inside the glass house."Thank you, buy I didn’t ask; Andallio can do whatever he wants with me; I don’t mind," Lamar jacked him off."Do you think I am stuck here? You think I love the way things are run here; I hope you’re not thinking I am cool with not helping to restore the Silverrio’s empire." Fredrick inquired swiftly.Lamar heaved a great sigh, streaking