Friday 7 am Oscar couldn't get over what John Catar had done. How could he reschedule a meeting with those who had wronged him? Of course, he didn't know what that was, but it frustrated Oscar more than anything else. It was so annoying that it was the first thing that came to mind when he woke up. Amy had asked him to stay back home for the time being until Tom and the cops could trace the person behind the attack and find him, but Oscar wasn't having that. The urge to go to the office to confront John was too intense, but after thinking about it for a moment, he realized that today wasn't driving the best, and he'll have to wait till tomorrow Saturday to make sure those deals were permanently terminated. He checked his body for those scratches from the attack, and they were healing very slowly, he felt the pains like a million fire ants biting at once but endured it long enough to get out of bed and brush his teeth. He took a bath afterwards before heading down for breakfast,
Oscar was not kidding, and Amy did not want to stop him from doing what he wanted, but she suddenly got curious and asked. "Where is your wife now?" Oscar thought about this question for a few seconds, "Hmm," He sighed, He didn't want to explain anything regarding the Hudsons to her yet until he was able to get rid of them from the Slytherin Empire permanently. "I mean, you said she left you for someone else, I'm just curious to know if you have any idea who she left you for. I'm pretty sure he's not even on your level right now." She asked while picking out the sausages from her plate. Apparently, she wasn't in the mood to eat them today. "Yes, I know him. His name is Micheal... but I don't know his surname or status," He lied, but couldn't find any good reason why. He could have just told her that it was the first son of the Hudson's that took his wife. But judging by how John Catar was very defensive over that affair, he wasn't sure that Amy was that fond of him to agree,
Mrs. Smith was seated in her office, doing what she does on a normal day, typing on a computer, compiling documents, and making phone calls. Ever since she fired Oscar, she couldn't understand why the police had refused to give her an update on the case. Each time she asked the chief, he told her that he was working on it, and when she reported to another police unit, she'd get a different response entirely, or she'd be asked to report back to the one in their unit. The only reason why she wasn't concerned yet, was because the chief gave her hope that Oscar was still in custody and that her money would be returned or Oscar would go to jail, little did she know that it was all a lie. Today, she received an unexpected guest. She received a call from the receptionist that someone wanted to see her. She was stunned because there were no other appointments on her list, but she had little time to spare, and asked them to let the person in. However, the receptionist suggested that s
Everyone took a few steps backwards, not wanting to get involved in a fight that might get them injured. "Where is that security!" Mrs Smith yelled as she looked around the vicinity but none was found "What was that for?" Jacob asked with a frown, and with his hand on his bleeding nose. He tried to confront Tom, but the man's towering height and horse-power punch caused him to think again. "Hey hey hey!" Some men who had witnessed the incident from afar ran toward Tom to stop him from acting again, but as soon as the bodyguard cast his deadly gaze upon them, they all froze in place. While this was going on, the automatic door that led into the reception slid open and everyone's jaws dropped in astonishment as they saw who walked into the company. Mrs Smith couldn't believe her eyes, this was the man who ought to be detained, yet here he was, all suited up, accompanied by three other bodyguards aside from Tom. Jacob on the other hand, almost passed out in fright, he could alr
With the first set of people settling, Oscar drove out of the company feeling satisfied, not just because he went to show off his current worth but at the same time exposed to a bad person. Now he was headed for his in-law's place and he wasn't quite sure what was going to happen when he got there, but he needed his documents especially his academic qualifications and other national identity-related documents. Somehow, he wished that Leo had come along with him so that he wouldn't have to go into the house at all, but now he had to, what does he have to fear? It took less than twenty minutes to get to his in-laws' place, and he asked the driver to park the car outside the compound so he'd walk in alone. He also asked Tom and the other bodyguards to stay behind because he didn't want to cause a scene, pick up his documents, and leave. He walked into the compound and saw that both his mother-in-law and father-in-law's car were parked, which meant that they were both home. He hadn't
Oscar rushed into the company, knowing that no one would recognise him, because his father-in-law thought that he was such an embarrassment to his family that his name must not be mentioned or his face shown. "Excuse me, sir?" The receptionist who had seen how he barged into the company asked. She saw him walk in with three men behind and wondered if there was a problem. For a financial institution like Sterling's cooperative, she was used to wealthy men barging into the buildings at several points with bodyguards ready to make trouble over the slightest inconvenience, and she believed that Oscar was just one of them. "Here we go again," she mumbled as Oscar approached the counter with a furious expression. "Where is the manager? I want to speak to him immediately," He said. "Please, take it easy, sir. I'm very sure whatever the problem is, it will be resolved in ... "I said I want to speak with the manager, don't tell me anything else," Oscar cut her off with a loud voice. "
Outside the office, Oscar and his bodyguards were approached by three security men, who didn't hesitate to ask them to stop. Tom, being himself was ready to react, but Oscar signalled him to stop by raising his hand. "What is it?" He asked the security men. "Where are you going?" One of them asked Oscar. "Toward the elevator before you stopped us," Oscar replied with a straight face. The security men saw that all was calm, there was no sign of chaos or blood, and even one of them who had gone to check Mr Albert's office saw that he was doing okay. "Drop all your weapons if you have anyone on you," one of them instructed, and Oscar sighed in frustration. "What is all this for?" He asked the security man. "Just doing our job sir," the man replied even before Oscar could finish his last word. He approached Tom first to search, but that was a huge mistake because Tom could not be touched. As soon as he tried to touch him, Tom grabbed his head and knocked it against his knee. It a
"Take a look at this sir," Tom handed a paper containing a portrait to Oscar. This was hours after they had left the Sterling's cooperative, it was five pm and Oscar felt exhausted, yet Tom knocked on his door to show him something that he believed Oscar needed to see. "Who is this?" Oscar inquired without looking away from the portrait of the young man in the picture. "Well sir," Tom began, "Using hypnotherapy, the hypnotist was able to get a vivid description from one of the men we caught after yesterday's attack. An artist used the descriptions to create this portrait and we believe that this is the man who sent them after you." "From the West Arcadian national identity database, we found exactly seven people with matching features, up to seventy percent perfect matches, but only one of them is named Jordan Henstridge." "He is a twenty three years old graduate from the West Arcadian University for Computer Science, and currently resides in Olen's Groove, that about an
As he walked into the Slytherin mansion, Nigel couldn't believe his eyes, it looked as if they lived on an entirely different planet because their home was just grand both inside and out. For a moment, he wished to become a member of the family, just so he could visit the mansion every day or even live there. But his admiration of the mansion was cut short when the voice of a young man called his attention from behind. "Please sit down," He said and Nigel nodded before taking his seat on the sofa, waiting for them to attend to him as soon as they could. Mark came to him in less than five minutes and he submitted the papers. Mark signed on to other blank spaces and spent a lot of time reviewing the information on the documents. It has a lot to do with Nigel's contributions to the company handed down directly from the managing director at the London branch, and it was meant to help Mark determine what kind of promotion Nigel was to be given. After accessing the information, which
Inside the elevator he took a deep breath and waited until he got to the sixth floor. He stepped out and walked his way down the last office and knocked gently on the door. “Come in,” Aston's voice responded from the inside, and without further ado, Nigel walked into the office and met the CEO of the Slytherin Empire staring at a picture on his phone. The expression on his farces was somewhat disturbing, like he had just seen a dead body or a gruesome sight from a crime scene. Looking at him again, anyone could think he was irritated, but Nigel would rather not ask him any questions since it had nothing to do with him, but at the same time he hoped he wasn't being too insensitive. “Good afternoon sir,” He greeted Aston and the CEO lifted his head from the phone and replied “Yes, sit down,” His gaze returned to the screen, and this time, Nigel couldn't hold back his curiosity. “Hope I didn't come in at the wrong time?” “Huh?” Aston raised a brow, clearly he was distracted, bu
They picked up Nigel not so far away a headed fod a garden far-off into the city. The drive was rather peaceful, no one said a word to each other, not even Oscar. The lively moments between mother and son ended and now the depressing moment carried on until they got to the reserved park. Once they got into the park, there were several suits and exclusive restaurants scattered across the land mass, and with the help of Tom, they got a reservation at the best sitting area. It was situated inside the hotel at the park, designed for the elites. As the walked in, drinks were already set on their table, with clean glasses for them to drink with. As they sat down, a waiter approached them to take their orders, and in this place, whatever food was ordered will be cooked and served fresh, and just to make it more exciting and luxurious, the customer were given the exclusive menu, consisting of the most exotic dishes from across the world. The menu was a large book, having pictures of
Oscar did not just take Amy out of the room but out of the mansion, she made her get into the car and for the first time in a long while, Oscar was going to drive into the street alone. But Tom having spotted them from afar, signalled other bodyguards and immediately followed them from behind, whilst maintaining a good distance. Neither Oscar nor his mother said a word while they were together, he knew the emotional tumult, he knew that her heart was broken, shattered to pieces. He knew that she wanted to strangle Aston to death and he didn't blame her for feeling that way. Aston was a dubious man, nothing about him was good maybe the fact that he founded the Slytherin Empire. The tales he's heard of this man from Stephen are not ones of he was willing to share just yet, but even though it was not part of their plans, Oscar felt that it was time to introduce his mother to Nigel. Stephen had introduced Nigel to him and had told him how far they had gone in their research befor
She paced back and forth in the room and both Oscar and Leo watched her without saying a word, she was in a very bad state, and if only Oscar would let her, No was willing to run out of the room to make trouble with her husband. For a woman in her mid-fifties, Amy was quite strong, she knew how to get what she wanted and would go to any length to get it, but with Oscar pleading with her to stay calm and keep the door locked, she has no choice but to inhaled and exhale repeatedly until she was a little bit calm.Suddenly a knock was heard on the door, looking through the peephole, Oscar sighed in frustration, it was none other than the man whose presence had ruined their whole day.He opened the door to let him in, and as if Amy knew he was the one, she threw a pillow at him, one after the other until Oscar came in between them and stopped the pillows from hitting Oscar. He also approached Amy and tried to stop her once again. "What a way to welcome me, Amy," Aston scoffed, staring a
“I see that we already know each other,” Aston smirked, his eyes staring into the eyes of the young man who was supposed to be his son. How quick they were to conclude, how swift they were to make him the CEO in his absence without even knowing whether or not they were related.The striking resemblance was too much to go unnoticed, but most people will argue that it's possible because people look alike in the world and this could just be a sheer coincidence.“Yes, so it seems,” Oscar nodded his head in agreement,“And from what I know, you went missing three months ago, it's good to see you back,” Oscar said and didn't let go of Amy, the lady fuming with anger and Oscar could feel it build up with each passing second. “Well yes, I have been away for a long time,” Aston uttered nonchalantly, and stole a glance at Amy, “And oh, before I forget,” He added and turned around to face Miles.“This is my son, Miles Slytherin,” He said, leaving everyone's jaws to drop to their feet. Amy's re
Within three days, the drama had subsided, all the Slytherin Empire companies were back to resume operations, and as easy as it may seem it was truly hell for all of them, both CEO and those under him. When Oscar returned to the mansion, Amy had already hosted a party to welcome him, inviting a lot of people to the Slytherin mansion, both within and outside the Slytherin Empire The celebration was grand, and Oscar was delighted to have come back to such a gathering, and he appreciated all those who came to celebrate with him. As for William Hudsons, he had confirmed by himself that Micheal was alive after he noticed that the detectives knew the truth. He tried to conceal it but only went into more trouble with the authorities. He was arrested under several charges, and his company was suspended. Micheal's son was also arrested for conspiracy, and as if that was not enough, most of their assets were confiscated, including their homes and land across west Arcadia. The case ended
“Why do you think so?” Oscar inquired, even believed that Micheal was dead, the evidence was so clear even though Micheal's pictures were not shown. “Think about it sir,” Leo replied, “Mr William Hudsons did not say a word about his son's death until two days after the supposed incident that caused him to lose his life, and while many people think he was grieving, I don't think so.” He came out two days later and claimed that the Slytherins had killed his son, and it had been four days now since the incident and Micheal is yet to be buried, what's causing the delay.” “He didn't see the need to publicize his son's funeral?” Oscar replied but in such a way that it seemed like he was also asking a question. “I thought of that, but Mr Williams is not known for keeping quiet, he announces everything very quickly. Take when he lost his mother for example, the funeral took place two days after, and there was a full life coverage broadcasted on the news, so what makes Micheal different?”
Days turned to night and things were not going well with the Slytherin nor with the Caribbean enterprise, the company clash became a more brutal war, especially after the death of Micheal Hudson. Without any logical evidence, Williams concluded that the Slytherins had everything to do with the death of his son and no one could tell him otherwise. He went as far as suing the Slytherins for murder, but as powerful as the Slytherins were, proper investigations needed to be carried out before the arrest. And in this case, the Slytherin Empire had the upper hand and no action was taken. Oscar was already sick and tired of the travels. Within the past week, he has visited five top political officials, people he never thought he'd meet in his lifetime. He spent more money than he had ever spent all his life, trying to solve the problem at hand, leaving the Slytherin experts to deal with William Hudson, but the suspension was yet to be reconsidered and he never thought it was going to be