“Raymond you missed the board meeting today, and there was an important decision made” his father said to him “ okayyy, so was my attention needed for this important decision?” he asked trying not to be too inquisitive “ well, your attention will be needed from now on wards Raymond, you are now chairman and part of the directing boards” “Father…” but he was cut short by his father's hands in the air. “Son I'm now old and wary, my days of directing are over I want to spend my last days living and watching you man up” “I should have been approached with questions, with an choice, father I….” he thought of the detectives words and played back on his seat trying not to say anything more. “You what Raymond? Do you know how far long you should have done this already?” “Then why wait, why not give it to your other son” he replied with a scorn smile. “Raymond you are my first heir, and I didn't just spend resources finding you…for you to hold back on your responsibility! Its
Raymond gets of the plane as it lands on teterboro in NY he is long elegant in his two piece set of a shirt and shorts with snakeskin slip-ons as he makes his way to a private party he was invited to as the top invites and he definitely knew roselle would be there and whomever she decided to bring as his plus one. His plus one was no where tibbe found after a night spent in one of the lounges in Mississippi, he was only distraughted at the fact she went off with one of his expensive watches Knowing he was just not obligated to have a plus one his decision to go alone was not taken in well And as father would have it, he made him bring along his so called personal secretary to the event, why personal if she would have to follow everyone else around except her employee. But he gave no attention to her constant trailings and it also almost seemed he she was keeping her eyes on him to apprise his father of his activities which he made sure to have no foul stuffs done at this momen
"Hello, mate," Raymond asked his friend, Pete, on the phone. "I have a request.""What is that?" Pete’s voice was distant and distracted."Money. I'm in need of money.""How much?""Maybe ten grand," Raymond shrugged rubbing his head"Ten thousand dollars? What's that for?" Pete’s voice rose five decibels higher than normal."You know… I've been wanting to surprise Roselle. Maybe get her something really expensive that she will really appreciate. She said the gifts I give her are poor." He hesitated, but then he still said: "Just like me."He sighed. "Sorry, man. It's your fault, though. You shouldn't have gone for a rich woman. Sometimes, I think you don't deserve her. She deserves someone in her class or higher."He exhaled, rubbing his temples, trying to think. "You're right, that's why I'm trying to make it up to her. I want to get her something that she'll remember for the rest of her life.""So, you need money?""Yes, I do. I'll pay back.""Okay. I have a friend who lends money.
Roselle was in the living room when he woke up. He smiled and came up to her, planting a kiss on her cheek, but she pushed him aside. "You're just waking?"He sighed in exasperation. "Roselle, did you understand all that I told you? I was beaten, robbed… can't you see my black eye?"She hissed. "Well, I thought you were running away from doing your duties as a man and making excuses that you were not able to buy me a gift because you were 'robbed.' " She paused for a second then her eyes opened wide in realization. "Did you just raise your voice at me?"His head ached so hard he was unable to answer her. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Finding a carton of milk, he emptied it into his mouth. It increased her fury."Don't you dare drink that milk from the carton! I bought it with my money and all you do is put your mouth all over it. Answer me when I'm talking to you, Raymond."He turned to glare at her, but remembered that it was HER house he lived, he backed down."I've
“You bloody thief! You stole my money when I said I wasn’t going to give you any.” Raymond’s father roared.Roselle’s face was different. She was red with embarrassment and her mouth dropped open. She walked up to her husband and threw her hands across his face, her five fingers leaving imprints on his face. rubbed it and endured the pain. That was something he was used to.“You son of a bitch,” she cried, “how dare you humiliate me in this way? After everything I’d done for you, you chose to steal from my father.” Before he could recover from what she had said, another slap came running in, harder and hotter than the rest. “I want a divorce.”Tears clouded his eyes. “You can’t do this, Roselle. After everything we’ve been through? I promise you that I didn’t steal the money.”“Finally, my daughter’s senses have been restored. Divorce him I will support you with a lawyer and finances.” Roselle father smiled.Roselle turned to Raymond. “It’s not about the money. I hate you, I want you
Confusion clouded his face, but the men weren’t budging. Their dark sunshades were joking, and the sun reflected in it.“I hope you are joking, what sort of prank is this? Am I in any sort of trouble?” Raymond asked, confusion making his head throb.“Of course, we can’t joke with you, Master. Your father will kill us.” One of the men said in full respect.“My father?” Raymond asked again. He hadn’t heard someone talk about his father. He couldn’t remember his earlier days. All he could remember was Roselle saving him from a bunch of thugs then asking him for coffee. When Roselle was still Roselle.“Yes, your father,” the man reminded him. “Mr. Kane. He thought you were dead, well until now.”“I was dead? I truly don’t understand anything you say.” People around them took pictures that would later go to the tabloids with the heading “Missing Billionaire’s son, Raymond Kane, finally returns home”.“Please, come into the car with us. We will take you home.”Everything sounded like a joke
“Yes, you heard me. A suite.” Raymond repeated. He knew where she was driving at, but he wanted to give her the benefit of doubt.“I heard you, yes, but I don’t know why you will be booking a suite in this hotel.” The woman gave him a look, weighing his looks and outfit with her eyes.“Why do you think so?” he asked.“Because you do not look the part. It is obvious enough.” She smacked the chewing gum in her mouth, her mouth moving, making her glistening red lips to glow. She looked horrible with a big mole on her chin. Linda, Raymond read off her name tag.“Who hired you to work at the front desk of this company? Your work here is to be nice to customers irrespective of how the person is dressed.” Raymond dipped him hands in his pockets and looked deep into her eyes. They burned with rage.“Who gave you the audacity to work into my workplace to tell me how to do my job?” she stopped typing off her computer and looked at his outfit. “You look like what came out of a thrift store.”“I
Linda was long gone. Raymond paid her a thousand dollars for her “cheap” services and let her go. She thanked him profusely and said I was going to cover a lot for her. Good riddance, but at least, she was good in bed. And she was also without a job.He rolled out of his king-sized bed and slipped into the bathroom. Room service got him the softest, cotton towel he had always used.He got to the roof and waited, thinking of what to do next. He needed to be strategic to know what next to do and how to tackle with the so-called people who slapped him behind his back. He would take care of Roselle in due course. All he needed was to focus on the people who broke his nose and designed his face with bruises.And his so-called best friend, Pete.He searched through his contact and searched for his father’s contact—Mr. Kane. It was still like a dream hat the richest man in the city with the highest connection was his father. He needed to find out what happened to him at the forest, and why.