The Heir

002

On seeing the caller ID, Chase let out a loud hiss and then pushed his phone back into his pocket and with a large scowl on his face, he returned to his office.

On arrival, he went straight to his desk only to see a lot of files scattered all over. A few minutes went by, still he didn't make a move, he was just staring at his files with his hands resting on his hips.

After what seemed like forever, he turned towards his colleagues who were getting prepared to sign off for the day and with his usual smile, he asked, “Uh… are these assigned to me?”

“Yeah. I think you should meet with the head so he would explain things to you.” Sara replied. Patting his shoulder, she gave him a warm smile and then sashayed out of the room.

“For real?” He groaned, tossing his head to the side, he dug his hands into his pocket and then let out a low sigh, frustration gnawing on him.

Not wanting to meet up with Daniel, he flopped on his seat and began to go through the files one after the other. Fortunately, what he needed to do was self explanatory and so he immersed himself fully in work.

While he was doing this, Wembley, the caller from earlier kept trying to reach out to him but he always declined the call and when he couldn't put up with it anymore, he turned off his phone and then shoved it into his pants pocket.

By the time he was done sorting the files, it was already past six pm and so he decided to call it a day. Apart from the security personnels who were lurking around as they performed their duties, he was the only staff still in the building — his colleague all left an hour ago.

“I just hope a taxi will be around the corner.” He muttered, swinging his briefcase as he made his way to the exit of the building.

Luckily for him, he didn't have to look long before a taxi pulled up in front of him and he immediately got in.

“Riverside avenue.” He said, stamping his money on the chauffeur's overstretched palm.

“Sure.” The chauffeur replied and the car lock clicked.

Chase was already reclining against the leather seat when he pulled himself up slowly and with his eyes partially closed, he called, “Wembley?”

“Yeah, you think I'll give up on you like that?” The chauffeur who turned out to be Wembley whom he had been avoiding replied.

Turning towards him, he flashed him a wink before returning his gaze to the road. Shrieking with anger, Chase fist pumped the air before he started punching the chair with all his might, he was livid.

All through his drama, Wembley had his focus on the road while he hummed a nursery rhyme of triumph.

When he had called earlier, he was fully aware Chase was yet to leave from work and so he decided to lurk around. He knew the only way he could use it in trapping Chase was feigning to be a taxi driver and that was exactly what he did.

Fortunately, it worked for him.

“Are you out of your mind?” Chase asked, glaring angrily at him.

“Come on, stop acting up, you pushed me into this. If only you had picked your call, I wouldn't have done this.” He scoffed and after a brief silence added.

“I have been waiting for you to return my call but since you refused to, I had to pick you up.”

“And… where are we heading?”

“The bar of course, I have something to tell you.” He replied and then turned on the radio, putting an end to the conversation.

With his hand across his chest, Chase leaned back as he nodded his head to the rhythm of the music seeping out of the stereo.

Several minutes later, Wembley pulled up in front of a five star restaurant and immediately he climbed down, he took off the taxi plate and then tossed it into the car.

“Cheap trick. You think I will fall for it next time.” Chase scoffed as he banged the door shut.

“I always have a thousand and one ideas lodged in my head so you don't need to worry about falling twice for the same trick.” He retorted and together they walked into the restaurant.

After making their order, Chase leaned towards Wembley and with his hand clasped, he asked, “So, what brings you here.”

“You need to return to the mansion this instant else things will go more sour.”

“As if I care.” He scoffed, leaning against his seat.

“Stop saying this. The empire is crumbling with each passing day, your father is frail and Jasper keeps causing trouble.”

“And how is that my business? I already told you to stop bothering me with the issues that pertain to the mansion. If not for your help, I would have been under the ground by now…”

“And I can still help you to regain your position. This is not your life, both of us are fully aware of it.”

“Come on Wembley, I can't return to where I would be killed. It's better to be treated like a nobody here rather than returning to where I will meet my death.”

Frustrated, Wembley clasped his hands together and with his eyes watering, he said, “Please, for the sake of the others return home and take what is rightfully yours. The more time you waste here, the more work you need to do whenever you decide to return.”

“I said I'm not interested and this should be the very last time you come see me. I don't want my in-laws to start thinking things.”

Wrapping his hands across his chest, Wembley scoffed as he glared angrily at him. This was probably the hundredth time he had been trying to convince Chase to return but the result was still the same.

“Tell me, what are you trying to get from the Bernard's?”