So, Clara was really in TriggerHub for something inside the box? Derek released an exhausted sigh. How could he not have observed it earlier? The door opened suddenly and Thomas walked inside. He stopped beside Derek and looked at the box as well. "It looks like we are late already." Derek nodded once. "Check the CCTV camera and see if she hasn't meddled with it." "Alright boss," Thomas muttered and rushed out of the office. Derek moved nearer to the opened box. There were several files in the box and it looked disordered. When Derek pulled up a document, he realized that the other files there were arranged accordingly. It's either Clara has seen what she wanted and has taken it or she wasn't able to do so before he showed up. Derek placed the files back inside the box and placed a call to Thomas. He picked it up immediately. "Hello, boss. The camera in your office has been off," he revealed. "Alright, meet me in the car. Let's leave now." "Alright boss," Thomas responded
"Good then, I will inform Benson to call you over when you are supposed to come. Though, you wouldn't even need that. You will definitely know when to come." Pete nodded once. "I will do everything you want, Peter Pan. It's my pleasure that I'm useful." Derek stood. "Thank you." Pete stood as well, with a wide smile on his face. They shook hands again before Derek walked out with Benson and Thomas. "I need you to get some of my men ready. I've told the injured ones to rest till they are ready. So, don't disturb them," he ordered. Benson nodded once. "Alright boss but what do we do if we don't get anything to use against Frederick today?" "Something will definitely show up, I'm sure of that. Let's just wait and tell the guy not to miss anything. I'm optimistic about it," Derek assured. Benson nodded again. "Alright, I will let you know whatever happens next," he assured. Derek nodded once and got inside his car. "Where are we going, boss?" "Home. I need to take a shower, eat a
Derek's phone rang suddenly as he stepped inside the house. It was Thomas and he was waiting in the house. "Boss," he called and moved closer to him. "Where did you go? I didn't see you in the house and I was a bit worried," he explained. Derek nodded once. "Yes, I just had to deliver a letter to Clara. When Benson gets here, we will leave," he assured. Thomas nodded once. "Alright boss." The door opened almost immediately and Benson walked inside. "Boss, what's the next step?" "Frederick will leave the house soon. We will take that chance. We will make sure to get the corpse inside the house. Then, we will get the reporters to make reports publicly. When this gets around, it will be a clue for the police to show up," Derek explained. Benson nodded once. "That means the meeting wouldn't hold today. How about you and Clara then?" "It will hold because Frederick won't be arrested today. I'm sure he's not going to allow it. He would want to see me. Aside from that, I've just sent
"I'm waiting," the man muttered thickly and cocked the gun. "Don't keep Sonny waiting for too long." Thomas was lost between loyalty and fear of death but for just a moment. He looked at Derek. "Don't do this," he begged softly. Derek ignored him, and slowly pulled the mask off. There was anticipation as Derek finally pulled it off. The man hesitated as he concentrated on Derek. "Who are you?" "I'm Peter Pan," Derek revealed in a thick voice. "Now that you know, what will you do?" The man regarded Derek for a moment before he burst into laughter. "This is very funny. I don't believe fate led Peter Pan into my hand." he became sober immediately. "And fate is going to have you killed." Derek looked at Thomas, who was looking at him as if trying to read his expression and know what his decision was going to be. Derek moved his head slightly. Thomas squeezed his forehead in an attempt to get what Derek was trying to say. "I can't believe Frederick went to meet Peter Pan but he ea
Derek cursed under his breath and hung up. He whirled around quickly, raced to the back of the house, and jumped over the wall. Benson was waiting on the other side. "Boss," he breathed a sigh of relief. "We have to leave now. The others left already," he announced. Derek turned around for a moment as if he could see through the wall before he followed Benson to the car. They got inside very fast and drove out of the vicinity. "Are we going to the club immediately?" "Sure. The guy that saw my face must have called Frederick." "That is if he wasn't taken by the police. But besides if that happens, you are so sure that Frederick wouldn't race home like that?" "If I turn up," Derek muttered as Benson pulled up in front of a boutique. Benson turned to look at Derek. "I've booked you a nice suit already. You only need to get inside the restroom and change so we can leave. If we are very fast, we will arrive before Frederick leaves," he explained. Derek nodded once and got out of t
Frederick banged on the table angrily. "What! You invited Clara?" Derek scoffed. "Well, I decided to make it the meeting of bosses," he muttered. Before Frederick would say something else, the door opened and Clara stepped inside, wearing a diamond mask. She hesitated and regarded the mafia bosses for a moment before she walked closer to them. "Clara?" Frederick was too shocked to utter any more words. He didn't expect to see Clara at all. Clara looked at Derek for a moment before she moved to sit, beside him, just two seats away from him. Five of her guardians moved closer to her and stood hovering behind her like shields. One of the men moved closer to Frederick suddenly and whispered into his ear. Frederick tensed for a moment before he looked at Derek. Derek's smile widened. He looked at Benson. "Where's Maribel?" He asked, in a loud voice so that Clara would hear him. Benson bowed slightly, a bit confused but he soon regained himself quickly. "She said she would show up bu
The videos he watched weren't at all what he had seen. He saw his mother holding a little girl in his arms. There was affection in her eyes as the girl on her lap slowly dropped on the floor, staggered back, and moved towards the camera, her chubby cheek a sight to behold. She pulled at the camera slightly, as if to take it over. "Annabelle," her mother called softly. The girl wrestled for another moment before she turned towards her mother again and the camera went off. In another video, the girl was referring to Derek's mother as 'momma'. Undoubtedly, the woman in the video was Derek's mother. There was no way he wouldn't recognize her. But the confusing part was how there was a girl that he didn't know about. He dropped the video recorder and regarded the other items on the bed for a moment, unsure of what to pick next. He took a file and flipped through it quickly. He stopped suddenly and stared down at the birth certificates. There were two birth certificates, one that bel
Derek woke up to the ringing of his phone. He was a bit tired and so, ignored it. The phone stopped ringing, only for it to start ringing again. Derek groaned and eventually picked it up without looking at the screen. "Hello." "Hello Derek, good morning. I've been calling since yesterday but you haven't been picking up." Derek hesitated. "I'm sorry but I have been too busy." There was a soft scoff. "Do you even know who this is?" Derek sighed and finally stared at the screen. "Kate?" Kate laughed. "I bet you just did." "I'm so sorry. How are you doing?" "I'm fine, very fine. It's 9 in the morning and you are still sleeping? Seems like you have the whole time in the world," she mocked softly. "Anyways, I just wanted to inform you that the reunion is tomorrow at 10 in the night. I will message you the venue," she assured. "And you must be there." Derek sighed. "I will be. Take care, Kate." "Alright, Derek. I look forward to seeing you," she finished and the line went off. Der