“Do you think these allegations being laid on Ackerman Inc. are true?” “I mean it's Frederick Clayton, he even had evidence, so it must be true” The guests at Emergande City's most populous TV show continued. The media has been tearing Ackerman to shreds since Frederick came out to give his little interview. Aidan was seated in his car driving back to the Ack Hotels because some potential clients of his had suddenly backed down because of the news circulating the media. He was fuming while in the car, so he decided to pop on his phone just to take his mind off only to be greeted by the stupid gossip show and blogs. He flung the phone on the side of the chair in a fit.He leaned forward and closed his eyes as he rubbed his hand through his hair as tiredness and weary set in on him. Casey had pulled the most stupid shit in the middle of all this and for what? He was displeased with her strongly and to top it off, his phone was ringing non-stop.He picked the last caller up in a fit
Aidan got back in the car as anger laced his face, he banged the door after him in vexation without even letting Cole do it. “Get me out of this place.!” He yelled at them. Malcolm didn't ask further questions as he already knew where their destination was and besides his boss wasn't in that type of temper to be asked silly questions. He just stepped on the gas and drove.The encounter with Doris had churned his stomach in the wrong way. He heaved furiously thinking about her stupid face and the fact that she wasn't even bulging on the whereabouts of his daughter. Another bolt of fury shot through him like thunder, as his temples pulsed dangerously when the thought of Rachel flashed through him. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to calm his pulse and release the tensions tied into knots inside him.As the car pulled into the Ack Hotel parking lot, he huffed out a sigh and stepped out of the car. Malcolm stayed back while Cole trailed behind him, still holding the cookie box a
“Bang!” The sound of his palm meeting with the table reverberated, slicing through the dead silence of the restaurant. It terrified Mr. Raymond greatly to the extent that he jerked back and the pen he held in his hand fell rapidly to the floor.One look into his boss’s eyes, and they were dead and soulless like no ounce of emotion could be traced in them. “It was Charles… Your father had kept a close eye on him since you left Aelbank City.” He bent and picked up the pen that had fallen to the floor.“It turned out, he knew Frederick Clayton” He wagged his hand in the air. “How he squirmed his way into your father's empire, I still have no idea…” He paused and sucked his lips. “Your father would be in the perfect position to answer your question for you.” Aidan sighed and raked his hand through his hair. “Why would he go to such lengths to place himself inside of Ackerman Inc. space?” He was baffled, some things certainly weren’t adding up. “Sir,” He moved closer to him and placed
Edward Grandeur POV “What is the meaning of this!?”“This is my life’s work! Careful with that you riffraff!” It was the morning of the next day, all sunshine and rainbows. But such wasn't the case for Edward Grandeur as Jeremy Clayton on his father’s orders sent thugs to throw him out of his office building and if he resisted, beat the shit out of him and destroy the building.“Hey! Hey! Give me that!” He yelled after one of the thugs as he tried to collect a priceless piece which he started his tailoring with from him.The thug pushed him with his hand and he fell thundering to the floor. The thugs had arrived in the early hours of the morning and intimidated all his staff until they cowered and ran away for fear of their lives.He had been warned not to step foot in the building until he paid the loan he owed Clayton Financials, but because Aidan was going to handle it all, he refuted the threat's emails and still ordered his staff to work only for these criminals to arrive in th
Aidan's POV“Your property?!” Aidan laughed and questioned as he saw it was none other person than Frederick Clayton himself, coming in with the police to arrest him.Aidan pushed the barely conscious thug boss who was extremely lucky as the knife’s wound didn't seem fatal away from him. He slumped to the floor with a thud.He brushed himself and adjusted his cuff links as Frederick stormed toward him.“Yes, boy! My property!” He spat on Aidan’s face as he was now close to him.Aidan's lips curved into a sly grin as he took his index finger and used that to push Frederick back from him.After that, he crept close to his ears, breathing heavily, and hot on his neck. “Call me boy one more time…” He brought his head and soulless eyes back to Frederick. “And you’ll rue that you ever stepped foot in here.” Aidan locked eyes with him, not giving care to his menaces and coercion. Aidan’s gray eyes were red and soulless–like an endless pit of wrath, ready to be unleashed on whoever stepped
A couple of days had passed since Frederick got walked all over by Aidan. Aidan and his attorney were on the drive down to the downtown parts of the City to meet with the lady who tried suing Madam Doris but failed. It was a breezy afternoon, as Cole pulled the car into the ghetto neighborhood of Emergande City. Seeing this part of the City brought painful memories to Aidan.For one time he was thrown out by his landlord because he couldn't meet the rent which further prompted him to end up living with Jake who made his life a living hell. He grunted and shook his head recollecting those hurtful memories.He saw a kid run into the street and Cole quickly pulled the brakes to avoid hitting him. Since it didn't occur, Mr. Raymond decided to ask the little boy for directions as he wasn't quite sure of the lady’s house address.“Yeah, I know that place… But you're gonna have to pay for it, you know…” Mr. Raymond, who had stepped down from the car to speak to the little boy, sough in wea
“If you love your car, then I advise you to protect it. '' She flapped her eyelashes like a butterfly, wagging her finger at Aidan. Aidan signaled to Cole to stay back with the car as they followed Ms. Rosaline into the next room which turned out to be the entire house space. It housed the kitchen, the bedroom, and a little space where she placed the TV stand, with a broken-down TV on top of it. At the corner of it stood a radio set that was playing some low-tune oldies. The room smelled of tomato soup which was cooking right on the stove. Ms. Rosaline walked over to take it off and for the first time, Aidan noticed she had a limp on her left leg. His curiosity dazed him.“Your limp, what happened…?” He hung back as he scrunched his brows slightly, pondering on whether it was in his place to ask her or not, so he wouldn't cross boundaries.“I'm sorry if I'm intruding on your personal…” “Madam Doris happened” She turned the stove off and grabbed a kitchen towel to bring it down. Sh
“Why are the paparazzi here Mr. Raymond!” He demanded, this time around more irritated.His attorney was puzzled and more disorganized by the whole scenario. The paparazzi hit their microphones, phones, and other gadgets they held on the glass window, struggling hard to see who was inside the luxury car as the windows were heavily tinted, muffling the shouts they were making.“Sir, you can't come down here…” “No shit Sherlock! You think!” Aidan retorted. He tapped Cole and ordered him to find a spot where they could get into the private parking lot–at least, no one would be there as it's reserved.Cole obeyed and tried to maneuver his way but the media circulated their car and wouldn't give him breathing space to leave. They demanded that he come down and answer their questions.Right at that moment, Mr. Milton pulled into the crowd with some company security that pushed all of them back to give way for him to pass through. It was a scrabble between the paparazzi and the security an