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
THREE YEARS LATER. Brandon brushed his long golden hair to one side as he carried a little girl with curled blonde hair in his arm as a young, tall boy stood next to him. "Mummy," the little girl said, forcing herself down into his strong arms to greet a woman who seemed to have attracted her attention. "Vanessa, we missed you." Brandon hugged and kissed her. "It was just three days; stop acting like I spent the whole year away, and it was fun—sure, you don't want us to come together with you?" she asked, leaning on his strong arms. "Take care of the kids; I need to go now." Brandon planted a kiss on her head. "Keep the family safe till Daddy returns!" he said, roughening the young boy’s hair. "Please be safe; we’ll be waiting for you at home." Vanessa kissed him, and he smacked her ass. "Stop—the children are here!" Brandon entered the garage at the back of the building. Dragging out a black power bike parked at the edge of the wall, he covered the helmet and start
BRANDON. "When we get to the glass house, go back to Manila and make sure none of our men are left behind; this is my home; I’ll be fine," Brandon said to the pilot. "No, boss, I’ll protect you with my life; Estrellia, Madrigal, and Nathalie are there; I can vouch they’ll protect Vanessa and our men," he responded baravely. "Then stop here; I want to go in unnoticed," Brandon commanded. He told the pilot the signal to give if he needed him to return for him. I discovered something strange and haven’t confirmed it, but right now you’re the only one I can trust. I am on my way from death to life, whatever comes up. At least one of us deserves to know the truth. Meet me at the glass house. The truth lies there. Brandon read the text. Olvido sent him the second time. He tried opening the gates, but no one was there, and he got in by himself, which was strange. The lounge room was also opened. He got in quietly when he noticed some movements. "Where are you, Olvido?" He
MADRIGAL. "How do I find her easily without getting spotted? Madrigal brooded, sreching, with his eyes all over the place as he hid behind a door. Leaving the room where Brandon was fighting with Frederick and Torillio was hard, but he knew he would be fine without him.A masked man snooping around for any intruder stepped into Madrigal’s trap. He zapped his neck from behind and slid him behind the door with him. "Sorry man—I need your uniform and this shady mask.""Vanessa!" "Vanessa!! Vaa—" "What are you doing here?" He alarmed, running to meet injured Brandon, forcefully dragging himself as he continued fending off RAD and Torillio’s men. "We walked into a trap; Fredrick is not RAD; Torillio was also fooled, and he’s fighting. I called our men; they’ll be arriving a bit late; they blew up my airline." Brandon’s breathing was over his chest. His leg was bleeding, and he tied it with a piece of cloth.Madrigal felt so much pity for him. He had gone through hell, and now w
ANDALLIO. “You’re uselss, you’re fat and dumb”“You can’t even lift yourself and you think I need your help?” “You’re a failure! You failed at everything,” “Get out of my head!” Andallio wailed smashing the glass of liquor in his hand against the telivison screen in his room. He walked down to the swimming pool at the lass house. “It is over, I won, they’ll kill theirseleevs and destroy it all—and me Andallio Ramirez will become the owner of it all,” He mused with a smile and leaped inside the pool. The perfecet plan crossed his mind after his call to Brandon. Torillio and Arturo would become a menace to him in the future if he helped them get what they wanted form Brandon. Fredrick was also he sore he was planning to remove at all cost. When he was calm form the drugs he gave him, Andallio made him an irresistible offer. The revenge he has always wanted to have on Brandon for dragging the face of the Silverrio’s in the mud and running his family. Fredrick’s ego
BRANDONThe call with RAD seemed so unreal and strange. Brandon needed more answers. "How did she end up with him?" He asked his team to work hard to track down the number. They were back at the mansion, but he didn't stay."Where is Esmeralda?" Is she in the mansion?" he asked Natahlie. "Yes boss, I guess they’re packing, but they haven’t left.He raced up to his room to get the original documents from his safe. "Do you think she’ll talk if we give her?" Madrigal asked him closely, knowing how important it was to his plans. "My child, I need to confirm if it’s true; I can save Vanessa, but if he’s really pregnant, the babay might die; you know RAD, he’s brutal; I’ll do anything to save my child," Brandon responded, picking it up and closing the safe. "Esmeralda, come; we should have a word before you leave; your mother can leave," Brandon roared. Esmerald didn’t respond; she kept rolling her travel bag behind Hailey. "Look at this—you want it right?" Brandon wiggled the
BRANDON. "Did you meet him?" Brandon rused out ot meet Brandon who was dresched and walking slowly in the rain. "Yeah, and I told him to watch out for me. I'll hit him with every inch of my strength," he holererd lifitntg his heart in his voice. "I won’t let Lamar’s death slide, they knew he was coming for me, they killed him right before me and I couldn’t do a thing," Brandon packed his hair with his hands and faced up to the rain. "Your days are numbered, he viled, taking the lead inside the PROVOCATOR;s night club. He returned ot the VVIP spot with Madrigal. " Zino—call him up, to meet me here, I’ll pay whatever ti cost to bring him out of whatever hole he’s stuck in," Brandon graved his voice sild with anger and an itch for revenege. "I have given the orders boss, you should change your dress and take a rest," Madrigal uttered inconveneitnly. Brandon’s rage has never been this great. He went out of hi reach to forcefully meet with RAD even though they stope
ANDALLIO. "Ouch—" Andallio exclaimed, playfully squezzing his face in mess. He rewatched Lamar’s death clip again and again with no remose but a broad, domineering smile on his face. " This is what will happen to anyone who goes against me, I can’t wait to see Fredricks’ reaction when he watches this—" he chocked, laughing. Where's the tape?" he asked worriedly and the gave it to him. Lamar was so close to handling it over o him and he ad ot take aderastic step to get him out. " Pople will do anything for money, do you believe that my last minute genius plan wanst a oart of my plan?" he asked his men beaming with pride. " You’re an ultra genius boss; Lamar outsmarted us, he didn’t had over the evidence o Bardon at his house but insisted on a meet, if Brandon had come ealier we would have sabotaged all your plans," one of his men responded telling him the truth he loved to hear. "Yes, I save you all again; your head would have been off your body if it went bad,"
TORILLIO. The thunder struck strongly; the cloud was darkened, and it rained heavily. Torillio lurked on the balcony on top of his house looking at the other houses in the street and the lightened up neighborhood. " I used to enjoy these," he whispered, puffing out smoke. "That phone, I found with Anton, Olvido's right-hand man, the one I almost got framed for him murder, linked with RAD, the phone repairer was found dead and the phone is missing, you caused it, I couldn't monitor him" "Arturo—you made a stupid mistake. Do I have to do everything for you?" he asked him insignificantly. Arturo was drenched, sitting in the rain. "Sorry about that. It's all gone now. Whatever happened with RAD and Anton, I think you should let it go; The girl is safe, and with me, did you take care of Olvido?" he asked him, rolling up another stunk of weed. He looked up to see Arturo, as he didn’t give a response to the question he asked him. "Cat caught your tongues, old friend? Do you rem
BRANDON.Brandon stuck his hand out in traffic. It was raining under the cloudless, serene sky. " It looks so peaceful—the kind of life I cherish is near, I can feel it," he said to Madrigal, sitting next to him in the driver's seat. "Yes Brandon—about that man, Lamar, don’t you think he’s dangerous? I didn't want you to see him," Madrigal streched adjusting his seat to fit his back, as the lane they were on wasn't moving.Lamar had met them at home earlier, before they set out. He claimed to he came there to deliver some packages to Hailey but she wasn't home. He then went ahead to ask Brandon’s men that he seeked audience with the boss." I don't think he is—and he looks familiar I just can’t fugure it out," Brandon responded as he gleaned over the car’s window. " Jordan, don’t you think he’s hdidng something? He just menstioned only Hailey—I know she’s connected to RAD but do you think he would send that much men just to defend her?" Brandon questioned him. The thouts