Dawson Capentrano walked into the building briskly with high shoulders, stamping his toes on the rugged floor of the lighted room at the gallow’s last floor.He seemed to be conscious of his surroundings as he patiently observed his environment and, maintaining his bold composure, he reached the reception and himself comfortable on the sofa close to the door, watching the entrance.He beckoned to the receptionist and requested a cocktail drink. The receptionist went ahead to get a waiter to attend to his needs, but felt bothered... she went ahead to ask him if he was waiting for some;“Sir, are you waiting to see someone?Not really! He retorted! Just get me my drink. He said firmly, without gazing at her.The waitress returned to her post but murmured some words to her colleague, who left the post counter, and went inside the third wing door.Shortly, a smart young short man came out….Who are you sir and how can I be of help, the young short man that seemed to be the manager asked.
Unhinged."Cheers to our first successful plan," Brandon lifted up his glass of wine. "Cheers," Nathalie and Madrigal pronounced, clinking their cups with his."That makeover was spectacular! He didn’t even recognize you, Nathalie," Madrigal scoffed. "Don Soriano would be pleased with you, boss," he added.After Brandon received the call for his next mission, he had thought his father wanted him to kill someone. "This chip is worth a hundred million pounds," he opened the briefcase and examined the chip. With this small chip, a whole country could be wiped out."Get the door, Nathalie," Brandon ordered. "It's Arturo, should I let him in?" She asked briskly."Yes!"Arturo walked in majestically, removed his shades, and sat comfortably in front of the table. "Isn’t she beautiful?" he put on his shades."Give it to me, I will be the one to take it to your father.""Hell, no! I did the job, then he has to see me!"Brandon argued with Arturo,who just kept his cool. "No flaws, your choice,
Brandon sat on the chair next to Grandma Pilar. The fleet of cars drove in unison. They trooped inside the house."What is he doing here?" Olvido asked warily. "Sit! He is family for now.""Until we know where he stands," Gwendolyn added sleekly. "Why did you choose to join us? And how did you know about our meeting?" Andario asked him.Andario had a pot belly, was fat and of average height, and his short brown hair gave him an innocent appearance. Brandon smiled instead of saying a word to reply to Andario."Leave him alone for now; we have something direly important to discuss," Herveaux interjected. Herveaux was different from Andalio in appearance; he was the cool uncle with the fit body vibes. Obviously older because of his natural sprinkles of white hair. Tall and perfectly built body. He would pass for a model. Herveaux is in his fifties, while Andario was in his forties."Who are we waiting for?" Olvido asked vaguely with a frown. "The losing team?" Gwendolyn asked mockingly, a
"Yes!Family""Everyone seated on this table is family; the blood tie is thicker, and that’s our families saving secret!" the old woman continued talking. Brandon was lost. All his life, he only knew his mother, who had died, and his brutal father, who would do anything for money."It's time you met with the whole family. My son, your father has successfully brought in an heir of his own and your stepbrother.""Which step brother ? Excuse me, ma'am, I am my mother’s only child!" Brandon ascertained. Interrupting the old woman’s speech.The old woman gave Brandon a stern frown. "No more interruptions from you; if you need explanations, ask your father!" she retorted angrily."Gwendolyn would be the new CEO while you and your stepbrother will be out on a mission for our family. It is time to progress!" She peered at Brandon."Father, why aren’t you saying anything?"Don Soraino stared. "Where is the chip?" The bidding is in three days; we must be prepared!""I will take care of that mothe
Brandon sat on the chair next to Grandma Pilar. The fleet of cars drove in unison. They trooped inside the hose."What is he doing here?" Olvido asked warily. "Sit! He is family for now.""Until we know where he stands," Gwendolyn added sleekly. "Why did you choose to join us? And how did you know about our meeting?" Andalio asked him.Andalio had a pot belly, was fat and of average height, and his short brown hair gave him an innocent appearance. Brandon smiled instead of saying a word in reply to Andalio."Leave him alone for now; we have something direly important to discuss," Herveaux interjected. Herveaux was different from Andalio in appearance; he was the cool uncle with the fit body vibes. Obviously older because of his natural sprinkles of white hair. Tall and perfectly built body. He would pass for a model. Herveaux is in his fifties, while Andalio was in his forties."Who are we waiting for?" Olvido asked vaguely with a frown. "The losing team?" Gwendolyn asked mockingly, a
Arturo sat comfortably in front of the hospital bed. Waiting for Don Soriano to become conscious. "Thanks for saving my life, Arturo," he shrugged and sat upright."I'm so happy. Should I tell them you are better now?""No, I am still in a coma; they won't stop until they see me six feet under.""Your son Brandon might be dragged into this, Don Soriano."He heaved a sigh and relaxed back into his bed. "He needs power if he wants to save anyone.""I want you to help him, Arturo; I know he feels I hate him for having another family. Be on his side, Arturo.""Yes Don naything for you""What's going on with the auction?""Shouldn’t we be after who really poisoned you, Don Soriano?""It’s of no use, but I am sure it wasn’t Brandon.""He was at a private meeting with the family yesterday; I'm sure you were not aware of that Don Soriano.""What!" he coughed rashly. "No, Brandon knows nothing about them; is he going to betray me also?""You have only me on your side, Don Soriano."Arturo put
Brandon and Arturo were invited inside the director general's office of the secret service. He appeased them and apologized for their incompetence. They were not able to save Don Soriano. They kidnapped him right in front of the Secret Service station.Earlier today, Don Soriano planned on following Arturo to the secret service station in a bid to withdraw the case filed against anyone who had planted the poison.Unfortunately for him,just as he was about to enter, some armed men double-crossed them. Arturo took a bold step to wave them off, but one of them Shot Arturo on his leg and took Don Soriano at gunpoint. They tied a bomb to Don Soriano to make sure none of the officers moved near them.The secret service had no choice but to comply. They chose to let them go as the safety of Don Soriano leaving the station alive was guaranteed."This is crap!" Olvido exclaimed as he barged into the office. He met Arturo and Brandon, who were already seated. "What is this one doing here?" Aren
Madrigal followed Esmeralda unnoticed as Brandon instructed him to. He almost lost her as she had left minutes before he arrived at the restaurant."Sush a reckless driver," he snorted when she almost hit somone crossing with her car. She was overspeeding. Even after the incident she continued on full speed. "I suspect her, maybe that’s why the boss told me to watch her," Madrigal said to himself.He kept a close watch on her trail, leaving not more than three or five legs between them.She suddenly took a turn and headed inside a narrow city. The road could only take up to one car at a time, and it wasn’t a one-way road. "What sort of place is this?"The young men on the road stopped Madrigal. They explained the condition of the road to him. He has to wait for the car coming in front to move before he can go. "Damn!" he exhaled. He would lose her if he did not find a way to get out of the place.Esmeralda didn’t wait, her full speed stopped the boys from delaying her. "I know what to