Derek zoomed off. He couldn't believe who he was looking at. Clara in TriggerHub! Unbelievable! It wasn't possible! How could that be? The lady walked closer to Derek. "You must be the new manager, I have been expecting you. I am Maribel, the secretary," she introduced. Derek blinked once, then twice. A lot of thoughts muddled in his mind in some sort of crazy confusion. There was no fucking way why there would be two Clara in town. But why would Clara be working in his company? Well, wasn't that why she uses a mask? So that she would be free to be anywhere she likes without being questioned. But could Benson be correct? Could Clara be after him? Maribel watched his expression for a moment. "You must be thirsty, I will get you coffee. Then, show you to your office," she said and hurried towards the coffee machine even before Derek would stop him. He had a feeling of Deja Vu instantly. "Here boss," Maribel returned with a cup of coffee. Derek stared down at the coffee for a m
"B_boss," Max stammered. "I've heard a lot about the way you treat managers at TriggerHub. At first, I didn't want to believe it. So, I made a plan with the new manager that I appointed." "Boss, I'm so sorry." "Hey!" Derek snapped. "I'm not done talking. The police will be on their way soon and you will be arrested if you don't make amends with the new manager. And he's the only one that can restore your position in that company because you have been fired by me already," he muttered. "I will do that, boss. Please, don't be annoyed." "And listen to me! He will be my ears and eyes in that company. If you try anything funny with him, you will reap the consequences," he warned. "Yes boss," Max responded quickly. "Mr. Miller has spoken and I will take it up," Sophia said quickly. "I will be monitoring the company with the new manager. If anything goes up, I will be there. So, be very careful." "Yes ma'am." Max released a breath that he didn't even know he was holding. He didn't ex
"Miller?" Derek was shocked. "How did you know that?" Maribel hesitated for another moment as if deliberating on talking or not. "The VP sent us a message not quite long," Max said quickly. "She wants us to accord us the same respect that we would give to Mr. Miller because you are his representative." Maribel nodded once. "Calling you Mr. Miller is just a way of showing you respect and reminding ourselves to behave," she explained. Max stretched his phone out to Derek. He stared at the screen, at the message that Sophia had sent to him. According to Sophia, his name was Derek Robert. Derek released a sigh. "Alright, you are dismissed then, for now. I will call you later when I need you." Maribel nodded once and walked out of the office. Derek regarded Max for a moment. "You won't be fired but you have been demoted to the lowest. Maybe if you show me how active you are, I will speak with Mr. Miller to have you elevated." Max smiled. "Thank you so much, boss. I really appreciate
Derek dismissed Maribel and waited for Ben to come out. Benson stepped out a few minutes later. His facial expression was weird as if he just saw a ghost. Derek regarded him for a moment. "Are you alright?" Benson looked at him for a moment. "Maribel is Clara?" Derek hesitated. "I don't remember telling you her name. Do you know her from somewhere?" Benson nodded once. "Maribel is a stripper by night. In fact, she used to be very close with Clinton. I had no idea what their relationship was but Clinton favoured her a lot. And well, by that," he hesitated briefly. "She would know a lot about us," he revealed. Derek thought about it quickly. That was a disaster actually. If Maribel was Clara, then she would know a lot of things not only about him being Miller but about him being the new Peter Pan. "Then, we will have to put her to a test. If truly she's Clara, then she would fail it." Benson nodded once. "And what is it all about?" "Tell her about the new Peter Pan. Talk to her
Elsie hesitated, as a flicker of shock passed through her eyes. "How?" She breathed out. "Did you know my name?" Derek let her go. "I'm here to help you get out of here." Elsie regarded him for a moment and chuckled silently. "Is this supposed to be a joke?" Derek had a straight expression. "I'm not laughing, Elsie. Your mother wants you out of here." Elsie stepped back. "My mother? You know my mother?" Derek nodded once. "She came to me and asked for my help." Elsie hesitated briefly and walked closer to him again. She sat on his lap. Derek looked up at her with disagreement. "What are you doing?" He protested. "Calm," she muttered and slowly gave him a lap dance. "Your right_," she said almost immediately. Derek looked up and saw that the curtain had shifted. Elsie stopped. "They spy on me every hour to be sure I wasn't planning on running away," she explained. "But let me get this straight. You are not here to watch me dance?" "I have better things to do than that," Dere
Benson turned to look at Maribel again, with a calm expression. He sat in front of her again. “Then, let’s leave here because no one else can hear about this until Peter Pan says otherwise.” “Why is he hiding his identity?” Benson hesitated briefly. "Isn't that the same as saying why is Clara hiding her identity? I mean everyone knows how powerful she is and yet no one knows what she looks like," he regarded her expression for a moment. "Right?" Maribel released a sigh. "Well, everyone has their reasons. It's really not my concern. Am I going to see him?" "Do you? I could make an arrangement. It really won't be that hard seeing that you used to be close with Clinton." Maribel hesitated briefly and nodded. "I understand. When does he go to the club?" "I will communicate that with you tonight," he assured. "Is that fine?" Maribel held his gaze for a moment. "That's fine by me actually," she downed more of the vodka. "Tell me something. I'm curious." Benson raised a skeptical brow
"Leave now, boy. This is the last chance for you to rethink your decision or you will definitely die!" The man pointing the gun at Derek threatened. Elsie shivered beside Derek, almost going numb. She knew that Derek was going to make a decision that won't favour her. Well, she wouldn't blame him after all. There was no way he would sacrifice his life for her. And the thought alone scared her. She saw a flash of her life. She was going to die eventually and so was her mother. She felt regretful that she was going to be the cause of her mother's death and she was never going to forgive herself till she breathed her last. There was a sudden gunshot and Elsie closed her eyes and expected the worst. It was actually the man that went down as one of Derek's men shot him before he would pull the trigger at Derek. Derek took Elsie's hand and hurried away, behind the table close by. He pulled it down and made it a shield for them. Elsie opened her eyes when she felt a large hand engulf
Frederick felt a stab of annoyance at the word. “He said that?” He muttered in a deep angry voice. There was no response on the other side of the phone. A quick shuffle followed it. “Hello boss,” the first voice muttered. “He slept off, boss. It looks like the drugs that were given to him have taken effect again,” he explained. Sonny looked at Frederick with the same anger on his face. “Boss, Peter Pan has finally dared you directly. He was not supposed to take Beauty at all.” Frederick clenched his fist in anger as he thought about it. “Send a message to him. I want to see him in less than 24 hours. Let us have a face-to-face talk. He shouldn't get me annoyed because I will fight back like a lion!” Sonny bowed slightly and walked out of the room. Frederick reasoned it for a moment. Who could the new Peter Pan be? And there must be a reason why he's being so fearless. Could it be someone that he knew? Well, if he wasn’t someone strong, he wouldn't have killed Clinton. Though Clin