The whole table went silent as Grandfather Maxwell spoke. He wasn't just bluffing and those who looked him in the eyes could see that. "Yes, you heard me Bryan, I am going to let the cops do their job, we already have a suspect for her kidnap," he replied boldly. Freda smiled in her seat. She finally had something to hold Bryan. She couldn't wait to get her daughter back and get rid of Bryan at the same time. There was nothing that Claire would say to change her mind. CEO or not, she had her wrapped around her pinky and she would do exactly what she wanted - anything. Right then, Tom began to whisper but all that Bryan did to stop him was to cost him an ugly scowl. "You're still serving me, remember?" He threw it at the older man. Tom looked at Maxwell, hoping that he could say anything to tell Bryan that he no longer would have a servant from the Oscar family if he was being arrested by the cops. Maxwell looked at Tom casually, "That's your master, I'm not going to revoke what I
Freda sprang up from her seat and stretched to Bryan, snatching the phone from him before he could even process it. "Give that to me!" She snapped. Bryan looked at her and couldn't struggle with the cell phone with her. "Is she speaking? Someone used her line to call me the other time and it wasn't her, it was.." he began to explain so he wouldn't raise their hopes when it was just another stranger speaking. After the first time, he was getting more and more sure that she had to be in danger. How else could he explain the fact that someone was speaking on her phone? "It's her!" Freda shrieked, "Why did you keep us all waiting? Do you know how pissed off grandfather is? How could you be so selfish, Claire?" Freda snapped at her. Bryan was very shocked to hear her say something like that to her own daughter who had been missing for hours. She would think that she would be more considerate and try to find out where she was but clearly, she was still being venomous. "Get back here rig
It was a few days after Claire had been found. His security men were being tripled as grandfather Maxwell had ordered to make sure that it never happened again. Bryan Shill didn't know what had happened to her in those hours but he decided to let it slide. It was just one of the many layers that his wife had and he swore to uncover. Claire had also been a lot more quiet and she didn't want to see her mother for some reason. Bryan could not help but think it was a good improvement - although experience taught him that it would only last for a few days. "Are you ready to go, sir?" Bryan's new driver, Robson, who was newly hired by the family, called out to Bryan. He nodded and walked into the vehicle. It was a cold and dewy morning and he would rather think of a warm breakfast with his wife or perhaps some cup of coffee with Benjamin, but no, he was out to look for Peterson. Every attempt at finding Ramirez, Jacob, and Nate didn't look fruitful at all. All week had been an intense
Bryan was already at the door before the man could stand up to hurry after him. The last thing he wanted was to let loose his anger, who knew what he would do then? "Supreme master, you are angry over a lie!" Peterson said as he rushed to him by the door. "A lie?" Bryan asked and turned to face him, "A lie? Are you saying that my wife is lying?" He asked again. Peterson realized the gravity of what he'd just said and he blinked, shaking his head, "That's not what I said at all. Look, I never even knew you had a wife until a few weeks ago when we met in front of the hotel, I didn't know what to do with you then," he replied. "You met me and you met Claire, at no point did you think it would be ideal to tell me about what happened?" He asked. Peterson sighed, he sat back down on the couch that was very close to the door. It was a single-seater and he fit right into it without struggle, his legs stuck at the bottom while his whole body was snug in-between. He looked like someone who
Bryan didn’t find Freda at home. He was almost accosted by the new guard but the older man arrived and warned him about who Bryan was and why he shouldn’t dare treat him like that. “He is the husband of the director, how dare you speak to him like that?” Ghw older guard said. But this only pissed him off the most. He cocked a brow at him and asked him if that’s all he knew about him. The guard shrugged and nodded. Bryan tried to hide his displeasure as he walked back to his car. Right inside was his driver, Robson and he had a frown on his face. “Boss, did they give you any trouble?” He asked as he saw Bryan’s face. Bryan shook his head, he was not going to be a crybaby and lamented to his driver that some guard had just made a careless statement in an attempt to dissuade his mate. “And if they did, what would you do about it?” Bryan asked sarcastically, raising his brows. The driver turned sharply to look at him. “I could make them apologize, teach them a lesson,” he replied wi
Benjamin still hadn't moved after Bryan said the last word. He seemed to be frozen in place. He looked at Bryan intently but from all indications, it wasn't really Bryan that he was looking at but through him. "You're beginning to look creepy, just say it already," Bryan said, breaking the silence. Benjamin jumped and asked what he meant, scratching his head. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Come on, I know that you have something on your mind and you just don't want to say it, I'm waiting," he insisted. Ben stood up from the chair and paced the length of the room, then he settled on beside Bryan and looked him straight in the eyes. "I think your condition has something to do with the emperor," he said. Bryan looked at him and shook his head, "Come on, you shouldn't let anyone hear you say that, it's crazy talk," he stated. "Crazy talk? This is the only logical explanation. If the emperor is begging mixed up in your business then maybe he knows something that you don't. Maybe he i
The sun hung lowly on the horizon. It was almost dark and the weather was misty. The cloud gray overhead and the air promised rain. The food stall by the side of the bank was filled up by eager patrons who chattered loudly and placed orders of eggs and toast and everything else that the cheap food truck offered. Inside the shed just across the street was Bryan, he was seated on a park bench, under where a bus stop once was but it had been moved to another location and all that was left there was the shed. Beside him was an old lady who was flipping through a newspaper and didn't even bother with his presence. Bryan could sense that was was actually pissed off at something. She had been mumbling something under her breath all through and although he couldn't clearly hear her, he could guess from the phone call that she had made a few minutes ago that she was upset with her niece. "She'll come around, I'm sure she's just going through the adult phase," he offered to her kindly as s
Bryan got in the car and told Robson to step down. "I can't leave this to chance, I have to be sure that he doesn't get out of sight," he stated. Robson looked at him from the rearview mirror and nodded. "I would be perfect for this drive. I know the city and the mistress, Mrs Claire told me that you haven't been around much since...since you recovered. I think my knowledge and muscle memory of the city would do great," he said, "I also haven't taken a break from driving since I started twenty-three years ago," he reminded him. Bryan sighed, he had a split second to decide if he should take over the wheels or let the man do it. He was right that he hadn't been driving for a very long time and he also didn't know the layout of the city as much as someone who had been living there for the past years and had a better knowledge of the nooks and crannies of the city. "Fine, make sure you don't lose sight of him!" Bryan snapped and Robson nodded as he pulled the car into reverse and sped