The Secret Heir Of Slytherin Empire

4. Wade

The smell of cigarettes filled the air, alcohol and laughter from both responsible and irresponsible men echoed throughout the room, yet one man sat at the far end, spending the last few West Arcadian Dollars in his pocket on a bottle of drink.

"Mind if I join you, mate?" A tall man whose face was barely visible under the dim light requested, and without waiting for Oscar's reply, he drew out the chair opposite him and sat down.

"What's good?" The man asked and Oscar felt irritated, he wanted nothing more than to sit alone and wished the folk would quit bothering him.

"Nothing good, man," He replied, without hiding the fact that he felt disturbed.

"You know," the man continued, after taking a sip from his bottle of baijiu.

"If you don't want to talk about something, it's okay to say so. No need to feel bothered." He concluded and lit the cigarette after carefully placing it in between his lips.

"Do you smoke?" He asked, handing his second cigarette to Oscar who politely declined,

"No, thank you," He replied,

"I do, but not tonight." He lied with a sigh. He wondered how the man knew that he was bothered, yet failed to stop bothering him.

"By the way, the name is Wade, lost my wife earlier today, I loved her so much," He uttered, and Oscar could already tell that the man just needed company, that's all.

"Sorry about that," He uttered,

"Lost my job, and my wife recently," He also confessed. Besides, what would silence do for him other than keep him thinking about what he didn't want to think about?

"Oh, she died?" Wades asked, wearing a sympathetic look.

"Uhm... yes," Oscar replied, he couldn't bring himself to tell the random man what truly transpired between Ellen and him.

"Sorry man, and your job too, you know coming here to drink after losing your job and wife wouldn't help matters, you'd leave and still have to face it." He emphasised each word like he truly meant them, speaking like a therapist, a tipsy one at that.

"You are doing the same thing," Oscar argued, as it made no sense that a fellow bird would tell another that flying was wrong.

"No," Wades interjected

"I have a job, you don't. I can buy myself ten bottles and still have a lot of money on me, you can't." He added and Oscar raised a brow.

"What is he getting at?"

"Listen here man," Wades continued,

"If you think coming to this dark place to drink will soothe you, then you are just wrong. I'd rather take a bath and take a walk in the park with headphones on." Wades concluded. He stood up and dropped the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it to put it out.

"Pay for your drink when you are done," He said and placed a few dollar bills on the table, before walking away without giving Oscar a chance to thank him or ask questions.

After Wades's swift disappearance, Oscar reflected on what the man had said, he had three million dollars to pay back to a company that he did not steal from, yet he was sitting here drinking.

He was just living the moment and he knew it, but now that the stranger had pointed it out, he saw no point.

Picking up the money, Oscar counted the notes only to realise that he had left five notes, each a hundred-dollar bill.

"What the hell?" He was stunned, checking again to make sure he hadn't counted wrongly. He had no way to contact the man, so he paid for the drink and quickly rushed out of the bar hoping to get a glimpse of him at least.

"Hmm," He sighed when the man was nowhere in sight. Before he could turn around and leave, two police cars parked in front of him.

He was startled for a moment knowing that his boss at work had threatened to get him arrested, but he expected that she would give him some time to attempt to pay back.

The officer hurriedly walked out of the car,

"Excuse me?" He politely approached Oscar, not wanting to scare the man off. He stared at the image on the phone in his hand and back to Tristan. The plate number on the car not so far away from him, also matches the one he was given.

"Are you Mr Oscar?" He asked, and Oscar instinctively knew that he was the one they were after.

"Yes," He nodded, what more could he do? Running from a cop in West Arcadia would only get you into more trouble than you are already in.

"Okay, we'd like you to come to the station with us, please cooperate and make this easy for yourself, okay?" The cop uttered, keeping a calm countenance as well as the others.

Having guessed why they came for him, Oscar sighed heavily,

"Okay," He mumbled, at least it was better than public embarrassment for something he wasn't guilty about.

"Thank you," the cop acknowledged his submission and guided him to the car.

Once seated inside the car, Oscar closed his eyes for a moment. He knew there was no way to get himself out of this situation unless an investigation was carried out without the company's consent.

No one would listen to his suggestion because he was the victim and all evidence pointed to him, else he'd have asked for Jacob McCarthy to be interrogated.

The good thing about the police department in West Arcadia was that they were very critical in their investigations, sooner or later, he knew that the truth would come out and he would be free.

He looked at the cash in his hand and sighed,

"Wades," He mumbled, before finding a way to put them in his pocket while waiting for the police car to arrive at the station, where his fate for the next few days or even months, will be decided.