Tyler nodded in approval. If the boss had said he would retaliate for what was done to his car, then he, a mere assistant, had no right to be upset. He drove the car at an average speed limit, just the way his boss liked it.Peter could have also called his driver to bring in another car or even called car manufacturers directly to ship a brand-new one to his office, but he didn't. He already has a fleet of cars, some of which he hasn't touched yet.Tyler watched him through the tears from time to time. Peter's calmness about the whole matter seemed to baffle him. Now that he already knows who the culprit is, apprehending him wouldn't be much of a deal.He took the right turn, towards the Pikaty Bridge. The traffic lights turned red just as he got to the bus top. He stepped on the brakes, causing a sudden halt.Tyler drummed his hand on the steering as he patiently waited for the pedestrians to cross over from both sides and for the lights to count down to zero. He shut his eyes for a
"A problem?" Peter asked, surveying the minster's face, Fiona before turning to look at Tyer, who had a blank expression spread all over his face like jam on bread."Yes, there is a little problem. The petitions came from a legal practitioner stating that you have no ownership of the business you claim to run. Please do not get me wrong. I duly believe that you are a sure breed of the late icon.Your father was my high school friend, and that is why I picked up an interest in working with you aside from your big name and superb expertise. We need to counter those claims by reviewing your documents. All of it." The minister said. He wiped his lip with the napkin on the table."Well, thank you for drawing my attention to this case. I think I have internal enemies working against me. They've been trying too hard to kick me out of my position, but I won't let that medley into my business. Family struggles and feuds would be adequately attended to too.I sincerely apologize for any inconve
Kennedy ran out of the house. He had given himself a few days off work due to his health. Peter's sudden arrival was doing him more harm than good.The young man has practically removed his name from the stakeholder list, a major blow to his finances.He wasn't going to kill himself about work any longer, and who knows, the jerk might wake up one morning and kick him out. The call from the cell sounded urgent. He adjusted his glasses the moment he got into the car. A grey ribbon flew off from the ground, piercing the side mirror.He sighed in frustration before getting out of the car to pull it off. Nothing was going to ruin his day, not even the damn ribbon that found its way to lay on his precious car. He locked the door and wiped the sweat off his face. Turning on the ignition, he turned on the radio as he drove out of his mansion premises.He hooked loudly, and he zoomed off towards the express. A signpost with an arrow stood on the left, directing toward the path to take. He quic
The correctional officers opened up the cell doors as early as 6 a.m. Victor had spent the whole night wondering why he was being treated like an inmate. He hasn't been tried yet, but all because his cousin has some little change to throw around, he is being treated like a piece of sh*t.The moment he heard the keys rustle from behind the door, he knew they had come with their strange morning routine. How can he explain to these daft heads that he is not an inmate; he hasn't been sentenced to jail by anyone yet? He wasn't serving a jail term, but the way they treated him says otherwise. "Stand away from the door, if you're there." The correctional officer warned. Victor opened his eyes slowly, but the moment he stepped in, he shut his eyes tight."Hey buddy, it's time for your morning exercise; get up." The male voice rang out.Victor folded his hands between his legs and continued to sleep. Get up, man! The officer screamed, but Victor was still adamant about getting up. His Saturda
Kennedy thanked the officials and headed for the parking lot with Victor behind him. His entire body aches from the beatings he has received. He needed a good bath and a good sleep if he could get some. They had just driven a few inches away from the prison yard when his phone rang. He has missed taking calls from people. The one week he spent in prison was the worst week of his life. The inmates hated him, and the officials behaved like they'd been bribed to beat the hell out of him. He rested his head and answered the phone. "Hey! I have been trying to reach you for some days now. What happened? Victor rolled his eyes as Mia's voice resonated through the speaker. "I have been in prison," Victor responds with sarcasm. She had called at the wrong time and just didn't want to be rude. If she were smart, which, of course, he knows she is not, she would have picked up from his voice that he wasn't ready for any news or plans she had for him."What do you even mean by that?" She queried
Peter resumed work in a new car. He had gotten this one over the weekend. A black 2023 BMW x3. He parked in his space, a spit that had once been his father's space. He got out of his car and adjusted his suit. The security man ran towards him and greeted him with a handshake. This week, he has plans to deduct Victor's pay if he doesn't show up.Salaries will be sent out this morning, just like I instructed the accountant to do. Victor and his father have broken so many rules as regards work, and he wasn't going to let them go Scot-free. No wicked man deserves a second chance. That has always been Peter's motto, even before he met his father, but he has been lenient enough with this so-called family of his. His father had taught him one thing before his death: family was important, but not when it comes to business; otherwise, you would go bankrupt, and the same family members would troll you for being broke and poor. From the day he confirmed his identity with his father, he made a
"You should be thankful I have a good heart," Peter said without raising his eyes. Victor fumed, and his heart swelled in his chest. There was nothing he had to say to his cousin. After standing for a while, he left. Banging the door behind him, he walked straight into his office.Peter knows exactly how to treat his kind. "Please sit," Peter told his assistant. Tyler didn't waste time jumping on the seat. He has always hated Victor's guts. "Have you sent the message I asked you to send to the production department?" Peter voiced his curiosity. "Sir?" Tyler wondered. He searched his head into his soul; he didn't remember having that kind of conversation with his boss."I asked a question, Tyler. Why are you stalling?"."Sir, you never asked me to send a message to the production team. I only have the schedule, which I have already read. That's what you asked me to reschedule, sir." Tyler replied with a soft tone. "Oh! My bad. I was about to ask you to reach out to them before I wa
Peter quickly placed the food on the table and unwrapped it. Kayla unwrapped hers too. She opened the wine and turned it into the two glasses Peter had brought for them.Peter couldn't wait to eat his pasta. "I think I will call off the meeting after eating this whole portion of food," Peter said. He brought the food to his nostrils and sniffed it. "Hmm, that aroma... KFC never disappoints." He commended."You can say that again. These guys are just the best in town." Kayla commented, and she pushed the chunk of chicken in her mouth. Peter nodded his head in agreement. This is just the best pasta he has had so far. The couple eats their meal in a little chit-chat. When they finished, Kayla left for her office while Peter continued with his meetings for the day."It was 4:30 when Kennedy and Victor badged into his office."Oh! Uncle Kennedy, what a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you around here lately." Peter observed. "Save the pleasantries. I am not here for all that bullshit."
Reynolds has his eyes on the records. He has checked all the files he printed out, but there was simply no name that matched Red's name. He wondered while sitting in his office alone. He has done all he could to make sure he wasn’t making any silly mistakes with the names.He paused, looked at the files for a while, and smiled. He knows that he will find what he is looking for. Just as he was about to scroll again, the door to the office creaked open. Cora was shocked to see him sitting behind his desk with his eyes wide open and focused on the door.“Hey Detective Reynolds! What are you doing here at this time? It’s the weekend, and you should be home." She said this to him as she walked into the room.“Well, I know it’s the weekend, but I have got so much work today before next week. Remember, the case with the Colemans is a very crucial one, and that is why I put you in my eyes to see the places I can’t see. “I see!” Cora exclaimed as she took her seat on the desk.“What’s your fi
Victor said this on his couch in his living room, wiping off the blood from his nose. The hospital seems to know him for always getting into fights, so he was not going to waste his time answering any questions or even driving down. The blood from his nose has increased incredibly, so he picked up his phone and called his personal doctor to come over. In less than thirty minutes, the doctor had pulled up outside the house.“You sounded really urgent over the phone." Dr. Kylian said as he hurried into the house.“I'm bleeding, doctor. I want to call if it isn't urgent." Victor answered. “I see,” the doctor replied, placing his first-aid box on the table.“You got into a fight again. Typical of you”. He teased and laughed.“The bastard always has a way of showing up here to fight me, and I am not going to let him beat me up all the time.”.‘Don't you think it's time you let him have his peace? You have done more harm than good around that man." Dr. Kylian said.‘Stay out of my family
“Talk to me, Victor." She pressured him to speak, and then he finally spoke by asking her the question that had been bothering his heart for almost two hours.“Do you love Victor?” “What? How dare you ask me if I love that goat? Peter, I am wearing your engagement ring, and I am carrying your child. How. Can you degrade me to that lebel? Is that how you see me? Is this what you think of me? Kayla was broken by his question. She looked at him and let tears well up in her eyes.“I saw the pictures of the two of you standing at a close range like lovers,” Peter lied.“A picture? Show it to me and tell me about the idiot who took the picture. This is a setup, and you want to believe it after all we have been through together?”. She asked in disappointment.“So are you going to tell me what happened today after the ice cream shop?”.“Ice cream shop? Wait a minute. Are you stalking me?”“Someone saw you, Kayla, so this is what you do behind my back?”. Really.Okay, Peter, now you are going
Peter sat in his office thinking about what he would do, and just then his alarm reminder for the meeting ahead came beeping. He turned his eyes to the phone and saw the notification. He grabbed his phone and got up. Just as he was about to leave the office for the conference room, Tyler came in to carry the laptop. Peter was already disheartened by the pictures and interpretations. He didn’t say much. He didn’t know what to do, but he was sure he would do something to protect his woman from Victor..He went to the meeting, and when everything was finalized, he got up from the chair, shook the men, and went back to his office."Boss, is everything alright?” Tyler asked as he had noticed his boss’s change of demeanor before the meeting commenced.“Sir, you look bothered. Is there a problem? Is everything fine at home, boss?” Tyler asked as she raced behind his boss, who had increased his walking pace. Tyler could sense that Peter was angry, and so he tried his best to sort out whateve
Victor walked away in shame while Kayla and Nurse Betty drove off. The Camry waited for a while after Victor’s car moved before driving off. “Hello Rey. We got your man trying to bully a lady but I think someone fought him off already”. Cora spoke the moment Reynolds came on the phone.“Oh! Great. You got some pictures?”“Sure. What I am doing as a detective if not providing pictorial evidence?“Great job Cora, you can drop the photos on my desk. I shall check them as soon I get to the office.“Alright boss’. Cora answered and drove off with her teammate.In about two hours Reynolds reported straight to Peter’s office. The heavy knock on the door made Peter raise his eyes from the computer he had been focused on for the past three hours.“Detective Rey, it’s so good to see you again, it’s been like a week already is it?’ Peter spoke with happiness in his tone.“Mr. Coleman is good to see you again” Detective Reynolds spoke. The two men shook hands and then the Detective sat down.“Wh
Kayla has been living her sweet life in her apartment by herself. And since Peter isn’t in total support of it, he tells nurse Betty to go live with her to monitor her resting and eating habits so it doesn’t affect the baby as the doctor had said. Kayla knows that if she agrees to Peter's options, she will be a wife in less than twenty-four hours, and that’s exactly what she doesn’t want. After all, she could still have her baby and live a peaceful life without Peter in it, but that’s not what she wants for her baby; she just wants a father and a friend whom he or she could play with.She enjoyed her childhood with her parents, especially her father, Ethan, who gave her almost everything she ever wanted in life. Kayla knows that if her father had more to offer her, he would go out of his way to get it. She lay on the bed and checked her time. Since her boss had decided to give her a day off work, she wasn’t going to misuse the opportunity. Today was also her antenatal day, and the ma
“I will be leaving in a few days,” Reynolds said to Pablo, who was busy picking pebbles and throwing them into the water.“In a few days? That’s quick?” Pablo responded sharply. He had only been in Reynolds Company for a few days, and he was beginning to blend in with his vibes so much.“And when do you plan to return?” Pablo asked like a woman whose husband was going on a war trip.“I do not know. But I am sure I will visit this part of town sometime soon.” There was a little silence between them for a while before Reynolds spoke again. “I wonder why he brought the factory this far; his father knows better. What could he possibly do after inheriting this space from his father?" They both chuckled at Reynolds' thought.“I hope you find what you seek, detective.”“You are the only one who knows about my mission here, and I know that we have had a good deal. Keep to your side of the bargain, and I shall keep to every word I said to you the previous night and now. He checked the smartwa
Reynolds got to his shabby apartment and spent the night. Now that Pablo had seen his real face, it was going to be a little bit difficult to be free around him with that mask on, but he had to do it after all. He took off the mask and lay on his bed while his heart raced through his home, wondering if his items were safe in the house.”I guess I have to call Richards to go help me check what’s going on with the house, or if someone has boggled it. He has his most valuable things there. He took a deep breath, rummaged his phone on the side of the bed, and called Richard's number. Richard answered the call with a cracked voice.“You must have been sleeping. I am so sorry for waking you up.”“No, it's fine,” the voice said at the end of the call.“Well, I want you to help check on my home to see if everything is still intact. I bet you still have my spare keys with you." He asked“Yes sir. I still do." Richard answered as best he could. After he finished with the call, he put the phone
After a quick shower, Reynolds rushed off to the playground, where the others had been waiting for him to come and play the game. The moment he showed up, the crowd began to cheer for the victory of the previous day."Oh, my good friend is here, and today I shall teach him the ways of the old when it comes to chess.”“Be mindful of what you wish for, my dear friend," Reynolds spoke, his fake white beards dangling from side to side. They played the game for very long hours as no one of them was willing to quit for the other, and then at the last minute, Reynolds won again.This time, Pablo had put his one hundred dollars into a bet. Reynolds laughed hard and patted him on the shoulder. Pablo shook his hand off with all his strength and then fell back into heavy laughter."Man, you are a monster. Now I can believe that you are a lord when it comes to the game of chess. I will hand over the crown to you for as long as you are here." He told Reynolds, who was busy taking his drink. Reynol