It was almost 1am that morning. A tall man obviously in his mind thirties, stood by the operating table. White lights from the bulbs above shining vigorously at what he was doing. His light brown hair shone radiantly under the light as he concentrated on his work. Obviously, he was a family man who had stayed late at work. On his left side of his coat, just on the breast pocket was a little print written "Dr. Ford Brian".The room was extremely large with many operating tables and human sized refrigerators pressed against each side of the wall. On the operating table where Dr Ford stood, was the body of 59-year-old Rick Mendev of the Mendev Group. His naked and lifeless body was being examined ."Hmmm. Interesting." Dr Ford sighed, looking at the hole that went through his right shoulder to his back. "How is it that he died of such a minor wound? No important organ was punctured in the process of the assassination, so how is he dead?" He moved towards where his head laid and examined
The huge man wiped his mouth slowly, exposing a very maniacal grin as he stared at the body on the floor. He lowered himself to the body, squatting above it, then placed two of his fingers at the side of Dr Ford's neck to check his pulse. And alas! Dr Ford was dead."Okay... My work here is done." He said slowly before getting up on his feet. "Or is it?" He sighed slowly, turning to face the body of Rick Mendev on the operating table. "Oh, man. You did it again. You weren't supposed to kill him, you know." For a moment, a regretful look kissed his face. He paced about for a few seconds as he kept talking. "But it felt you so good!" He grunted between gritted teeth and sighed. "The boss will just have to take care of it. He'll cover it up some how."Quickly, he took a polythene material and walked up to the body on the operating table. He carefully covered the body with it, then swept it in to his arms. Neither did he look scared nor grossed out that the body he held so close to himsel
"Weird right? I guess it is, to you. But I didn't find it weird. We weren't exactly close but I worked with him a lot because I liked his spirit. And the codes? He didn't want anybody else to decide what he was saying. Even I didn't understand the proposal when I first received it. It was upon meeting that he related everything to me. Damn! I was so angry at him. I cussed him out and brought up the death of my late son but he denied it. I wasn't exactly expecting him to admit it but a small part of me thought he had a conscience. A small part of me hoped that he would say something, but unfortunately, he didn't." Robert listened with full attention. He didn't know if he was to feel relief or anger at what he was hearing."But now, he is dead. And some how's his murder has been linked to my name, to your name, to the company's name. All for what?""They just need a suspect, I suppose." Jude sighed calmly. " After I cussed him out that day, he left and I made sure never to do anything w
"Good morning, Sir William. It's good to see you." The police chief greeted with a very wide smile on his face as soon as Robert and Jude walked in. "Good morning to you too, Mr Robert.""Yes, good morning." Jude said coldly, seated in his wheelchair which Robert had positioned right in front of the table."Please have a seat, young master." The police chief added, referring to Robert. Robert nodded, taking the only empty seat in the room. "To what do I owe this visit? It's barely 8am." He say down, placing his hand on the table as he watched his visitors' faces. His bald head shone brightly under the dawn's brilliant sun. He was of an average body build, and his whole appearance hinted that he was in his mid or late fourties. On his desk was a shiny slate with the name, Bricks McDave carved in to it."Officer McDave, you really should blame this one on your cops." Jude started, his eyes and voice totally displeased. The officer's eyes widened in curiousity at Mr Jude's utterance."Wh
"Are you okay, grandfather?" Robert asked as soon as they got in to the car. Jude nodded slowly, his head bent over one of his palms. "I'm sorry about that, grandfather. Let's get you home so you can get some rest." Soon, they were back at the estate. Raymond rushed out as the car drove through the gate. His eyes looked teary, and soiled with remorse."Welcome, sir." He said to Robert who was about to get the door of the back seat. Robert nodded gently, taking the wheelchair out. Raymond eyes widened as he saw the wheelchair. For some reason, he blamed himself for the whole thing, especially after Liam confronted him. "I'm so sorry sir." He managed to speak out. Robert opened the door of the passenger seat and helped Jude out, sitting him in the wheelchair."There's no need for all that, Raymond. It isn't your fault, okay? I'll get a nurse whose sole responsibility will be to watch after him." Raymond nodded slowly, following behind the both of them."I hope you're feeling better, sir
The tension in the atmosphere was undeniable. The cleaner lowered his head, pealing down at the squeaky floors he had mopped, just for the sake of listening to what was happening in the Manager's office. At this point, Juliet and Hailey rushed past them."Don't you speak?" Robert said, even calmer than he sounded the last time. He sighed calmly and wiped his hand over his face. "I'm sorry for my tone but is this the best time for that?""I'm sorry, sir. I missed a spot, that's why." He said in a low voice, taking the mop bucket in his hands."Okay." Robert said once more, walking quickly away. It was evident that he was extremely stressed just from the way he walked. The cleaner flashed an unapologetic grin and walked away."So this is what it is now." He said slowly as he pushed open the door of a supposed storage room and got in. He set down the bucket and threw the mop against the floor, letting out a somewhat tired moan. "The madam better send me that money or else...." He stopped
"What was all that about?" Robert thundered as soon as he walked through the elevator door. Juliet stood up at once, her hands rubbing each other in a nervous manner. "I'm absent at the office for one day. Just one day. And you get in a fight? Seriously?""I'm really sorry, sir." She started, her being filled with remorse. "It wasn't intentional at all. But Hailey...""Of course, you'll blame it on your colleague." He paused and sighed, moving from one corner of the room to another. "Sit." He commanded. Juliet immediately sat down, absolutely in the dark of what would happen next. He walked directly to her desk and placed both his hands on the table. "Now, tell me." He continued calmly. "I want nothing but the truth.""She was picking on another colleague. And I...""And that was enough to cause a fight?""It's really not that. But she started it. She began hurling words at me. I couldn't stay silent after a while so I talked back at her.""Are you serious?" He asked in surprise, in
Robert flashed a short smile as his friend walked out. He watched him go, suspicious of the eye Liam looked at Juliet with. But that wasn't what was on his mind. Liam's presence had somehow brought a certain light to him. The burden seemed to be lesser now and he knew what he had to do. "Juliet!" He called out loudly. "Can I see you please?" Juliet walked in to the office and stood right opposite his desk without saying a word. Her eyes searched the floor like she had misplaced something, but the truth was that she was very hurt about everything that was happening. "I hope you feel better now. Anyways, I need you to call the employee you had a fight with. What's her name, again?" He paused, waiting for Juliet to at least answer."Hai... Hailey." She stuttered with a mumbled time."Yes, Hailey. Go down and fetch her. I need to speak to the both of you." Juliet nodded and turned away at once. Robert felt sorry for her, seeing how everything was affecting her. "She is really a nice gir