"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
Making it out of the house, while keeping Amy in the dark about their true whereabouts was a lot easier than expected. Of course, she was against the idea at first but had no other choice than to accept the fact that Oscar was not a child, and she had no right whatsoever to be so overprotective of him. They both left the house a few minutes to eight o'clock, and they took no one else along. The drive to the restaurant was rather peaceful because the city itself was peaceful at night. Along the way, Oscar got a message from his uncle stating that he was already at the restaurant and was waiting for him to show up. He also wanted to confirm if he was truly coming or had come up with another excuse and changed his mind. Upon getting to the restaurant, Oscar could not believe his eyes. He couldn't believe how luxurious and comfortable the restaurant was. Stepping in there was like stepping into a simulation. "I wonder where he is," Oscar looked around, but he did not have to search
"I'm sorry?" Aiden was taken aback by the sudden question, "What do you mean?" He asked. "Oh nothing," Oscar uttered with a smile, "I was only kidding. I noticed that a lot of people said the same thing, but... I just... I just don't think anyone would hate their brother that much." "Ah, I see," Aiden tried to forget the very awkward question, "You are right though, there's no reason good enough to make me want to hurt Aston. He even gave me a job in his company without any qualifications." "Hmm," Oscar sighed, "I just wish we knew where he was or where he went to, I know the detectives are working but they are not doing enough... but let's not talk about that any more... "No no, son," Aiden cut him off, "I'm listening, just go on and talk about anything that you want to, even I, I believe that the detectives are not doing enough, but what can I say? They are the experts after all." "By the way, you seem to have a few bruises on your arm, are you okay?" Oscar
Oscar couldn't stop thinking about the sad tale that Wades had told him about his wife, her drug addiction coupled with smuggling led to her death. He couldn't even claim her body to be buried and her family were all over his head, making it look as though he was responsible. This was enough to drive a man crazy and take him to a state of depression until he eventually takes his life. Wades wasn't struggling financially, he was a research analyst for the Slytherin Empire with a sizable income for an average West Arcadian citizen. So it's nothing but the emotional and psychological trauma that makes Oscar concerned. In all his life, Oscar avoided people, he barely had anyone to call a friend but it took one night to make one. Coupled with what he's currently investigating, Oscar wished to help Wades recover from the trauma, and hopefully get to bury his wife the right way. Drug addict or not, Wade loved her, and that's what matters, he tried to help but it was almost impossible.
Saturday 12 pm Micheal Hudson's car had just pulled up in front of the Slytherin Empire building. He heaved a sigh of relief, expecting nothing but good news. Getting this deal meant a lot to him, especially since he was only three months away from becoming the CEO of Caribbean enterprise. As usual, he came along with his new girlfriend Ellen, and they both walked into the building. It was Saturday, and thus, there were not many people inside, but only a few at work. The receptionist working today was a man, and as soon as he saw them, he already guessed that they were representatives of the Caribbean enterprise because they were the only ones scheduled for a meeting. "Here to see Mr John Catar, I suppose?" the receptionist asked with a smile, and Hudson nodded his head in agreement. Just then, Oscar also walked into the building, he saw his ex-wife and her new boyfriend at the counter, and clenched his fist, wondering why he couldn't just go up there and punch Micheal in the
"What do you mean by that?" Micheal inquired, wondering how the same man that he knew had nothing, suddenly became an influential figure in a company like the Slytherin Empire. "Oh, that doesn't matter, in fact here he comes now," Amy averted her gaze to the man who had just walked out of the elevator. "Mrs. Slytherin, you made it," Oscar walked up to her, and they exchanged pleasantries, from shaking hands to hugs, leaving Micheal and Ellen speechless for a moment. "These are the representatives from the Caribbean enterprise that I told you about earlier," Amy introduced him to Micheal with a smile. "Oh, I see." Oscar acted as though he had just met them for the first time. "Well, I must let you get back to them, I'm headed for a conference now." "Oh, no problem," Amy smiled at him, "If not for you, Oscar, the Slytherin Empire wouldn't be what it is today." "There's a problem, I'm happy to help, do have a nice day," Oscar said, and as he was headed out of the buil
Micheal and Ellen stared at each other simultaneously before turning back to Amy, "I'm sorry ma'am. but isn't there any other way around this?" "Unfortunately no," Amy replied with a straight face, "As I have said before, the CEO himself doesn't want to have anything to do with you, so it's Oscar who gets to decide. Do not worry, if he says yes, then there is nothing that the CEO can do to change that. " She explained. John stood there confused, "isn't Oscar the CEO?" He wondered. Amy's statement made no sense to him, but he kept his thoughts to himself, besides, it's no news that Oscsr was keeping his position a secret, so this might just be a scheme. "Ah," Micheal exclaimed. He couldn't bring himself to talk to Oscar about anything, let alone beg him to save his deal with the Slytherin Empire. He didn't know how he became so powerful, but would rather die than talk to Oscar after all he all done to the young man. "Is there a reason why this is difficult?" Amy asked with a
Sterling cooperative 12:30 pm Ellen's father had just arrived at the building. Ever since he received a call from Mr. Albert the previous day, he couldn't wait to meet the man who claimed to want to buy the company's largest stake for double the price. One of the many reasons why he wanted to give it off was because running the company was a lot more difficult than it had always been. As a financial institution, he was beginning to have issues with services, and was still facing some government and licence-related issues, most of which cost money to sort out. Selling out that stake will give the new owner overall access over the company's affairs, and if he or she is capable and influential enough, they'd sort out all problems faced by the company within a month or two. But it was difficult and almost impossible to get a buyer until Micheal came along. He didn't come for the company initially, but rather for his daughter Ellen, who at the time was already married to Oscar.