“What the hell were you doing out here? I thought you called in sick. Did you sneak to work while I was away?” Peter asked.“No”. I just came out to get a few groceries. “Groceries, for what, though?” “For us, aren't you coming home for dinner?”“Kayla I have a chef, and that's her job. To cook my meals, you don't have to stress yourself.“Well, she told me her baby was sick, so I had to let her go.”.“You should inform me next time." He said it to her. Kayla buried her head on his shoulders till they got to the house. Then he instructed the driver to take Tyler to his own house.“What would you like for dinner?” She asked him the moment they got into the house.“I'm filled. I have a good time at the governor's home, so I won't need any food until tomorrow." Peter said.“Suit yourself then." She snorted the words to him and went her way. They slept that night without any trouble.The next morning, Kayla looked happier than she had gone to bed. Peter was still sleeping when he got a
The wheels screeched loudly against the tarred road as the car turned inward in three sixty-degree directions. “The bastard had something to do with this." He cursed as he drove off angrily. A delivery truck stalled in front of him as he approached the main road. “Get the hell out of the way." Peter barked the words out of his mouth. He sped up the lane, and like a flash, he overtook the truck. He drove as fast as he could, and the moment he got to Victor's apartment, he was happy when he saw Victor's car parked outside. He hurried out of his car and knocked on the door. The second I knocked, he heard the voice boom from inside.“Hold on, I'm coming." And then it was followed by heavy footsteps. Peter balked his fist and wailed patiently. His chest swells and falls as he waits for Victor to open the door, and just as he had anticipated, Victor opens the door, and boom, Peter punches him in the face.“Whoa! What did I do?” “You idiot! After everything my father did for you and your
The next morning, Peter woke up more enraptured and energised, ready to meet the press. This was the only way he could clear his name and redeem his business. He was just about to enter his car when his phone rang.He pulled it out of his breast pocket and looked at the screen. “Tiger, I hope you have something good, “he murmured as she took the back seat of the car. He ordered his driver to proceed with the journey.“Yes, Tiger, is anything positive?” He asked with anticipation to hear what the young man had to say.“Sure boss. We found something incriminating. Logos Inventions wants you down, says your company is standing in their way to growth and existence”. Tiger's voice came from the other end of the phone.“Logos?” Peter queried and chuckled afterwards. “A company owned by Patrick Wilmore. His son Fredrick is in charge now. You know the man's son is crazy. Since his father died, he had been in the top range for years, and your showing and bagging awards in a few months is a th
“Get off!” Tyler screamed at the top of his voice. Peter had a straight face. His mind was made up. He was not going to answer anyone, no matter what, and no matter how hard they pushed themselves on him, his mind was fixed on getting out of those premises. He squinted his eyes and wore his sunglasses quickly. The pressmen and women persisted, still staying on the part to pick out information from him. Peter shook his head, marveling at their self-will and enthusiasm for work. The news was the fastest way to spread bad information. He had known that even as a kid growing up, and that is the same reason he never really liked them till now. They just proved his point right. He doesn't blame them anyway; if they do not get information from trusted family members and friends who have sold themselves to their greed and gossip, none of this will happen. The crowd gradually began to clear out as he approached his car. The driver was already seated, waiting for him at the entrance to the par
By morning, Peter woke up to lots of messages hanging on his phone. Just like he said last night, he had kept the phone on silent because he knows what it means to keep his phone on when matters like this arise. He had to protect his peace and sanity. As long as he has everything in place, he is good to go. He has deliberately refused to take any of the calls or answer any of the messages.Those who had planned to destroy him will pay. with their blood. He vowed to himself. It was already 7 a.m. when he stretched and picked up the phone. The moment he went online, he saw that what Tyler had put up was tearing the internet down. People had different comments under the post, saying Logos was a criminal and a user. They showered insults on him and Kendy for being greedy. Peter laughed so hard as he read through all of the comments. He dialed Tyler's number to thank him for a job well done.“Tyler, I never knew you had such prowess with words. What an amazing storyline you did there." Pe
The moment Kayla left with the driver. Peter receives a call from Tyler that the building has been opened and the soldiers' guarding habits are all gone. Everywhere was cleared.“That's good”. Peter said to him“They are gone, but they left a note, sir,” Tyler said.“What kind of note?” Peter asked him calmly over the phone.“It's a brown envelope, and I don't know what's in it. It has your name on it." Tyler said it with affirmation in his tone.“I'm on my way," Peter said and grabbed his keys. He didn't have to dress formally; he was not going to have any official meetings. He drove as calmly as he could, not exceeding the limit like he would on a day when he was really upset.When he got to the office, the entire vicinity was clear of the military men who stood by the gate and its environs. Peter smiled at his little victory, and the butterfly in his heart began to bubble. He walked in and checked if everything was intact. The office's main gate was still locked the same way it wa
“Great then”. Peter said it with a shrug on his shoulders. "Well, I am not scared of castigations from the public. I did nothing to you, and if you have any problems with my brand."Well, I rule around here." Fredrick got up and grabbed Peter by the neck, but Peter pushed him, so he fell to the ground. He began a fake cry. “I thought you were here to ask for my forgiveness. But no, I was wrong the entire time. Oh! No… I can't take this; you are so mean to me." Fredrick faked the cry, and after some time, he got up sharply. “Harris, did you get that part?” He asked his assistant, looking at him squarely.“Yes, I did. Every part of it”.“Good for you. Harris, you can stop the video now. We got the part we wanted." Fredrick said that and dusted himself. He began to take the bandage off of his head, and then the one on his leg was last. Peter stood and watched. “If that's it, then it's fine. It's my word against yours; let's see what the world will choose." Peter answered and walked aw
Tyler was done typing his post when the knock came on the door.“I'm coming, '' he answered sharply, placing the laptop on the dining table. He had ordered a pack of chicken pizza about ten minutes ago. He checked the time on the wall. “That's so fast." He shrugged and wiggled his shoulders briefly as she strolled to the door. He whistled slowly and grabbed the knob. He pulled it, and when the door opened, he stood there in shock.“Whoa! What the hell did you do that for?” He screamed as he took another punch from his attacker. He fell to the ground. Victor looked down at him and got into the apartment. You know I have been watching you closely. I know your schemes and every step you and your foolish boss take, now see? He didn't even bother to protect you or something. And you are here acting like a die-hard fan." Victor snarled the words at him.“What do you want, and what the hell are you doing in my house?” Tyler asked with boldness in his tone. Victor kicked him hard in the ribs.