Taron looked disheveled. After hearing of the death of his friend, things took a wild turn for him. It was just like when his father had died all over again, and Taron could not stand it. Eloise had tried her best to help Taron overcome his sorrows, but she could not do much. She did not even know Taron well enough to be there for him during his sad moments. “Taron dear, I’m sorry, I know he was your friend and it hurts you too much, but you’re hurting us with the way you’re acting, please, come back for our sake.” She would say each time she passed his study. Taron was always awake and alert and silent, but Rob’s death took Taron’s silence to a whole other level. His voice had not been heard by most of the people in his household for days, and Selena and his secretary, Rebecca kept on calling him and sending him texts to know if he was fine. And Taron was fine. No, really, he was. He was just trying to process things. How that idiot who had been full of life just had the life an
Taron let out a satisfied sigh as he looked himself over in the mirror. It had been a week since he sent out that mail, and it was finally time for them to have the meeting. “Sir, are you ready to go?” Jonas stood behind him, also in a very nice suit. “Almost.” Taron said, his eyes still on the mirror, but his mind wandering as he thought of all the things that he could talk about in the meeting. Taron already had two points down, but he wondered if there was a way he could make another point and have everything perfect for him to say. Alliance, codependency and business. Although alliance and codependency could easily become sisters in the whole thing going on in his head. “You look great, as usual, sir,” Jonas assured him. “the car is ready to go.” Taron nodded. “Alright then, let us leave.”- At the meeting, men in suits and ties were seated. They were not usually like this, but Taron had asked that they be dressed like they were going to a very important meeting. “Well, I
“Well, well, well, I’ve caught you here today,” Anthony chuckled as he got in. “you’ve got a very good looking secretary.” “Thank you, have a seat,” Taron adjusted himself in his chair. “when you said you were coming, I did not expect you to be here in less than hour.” “I wanted to see you for about two weeks, and then I found myself here and I said, ‘Hey! Why don’t I go see this guy?’,” Anthony grinned. “and here I am.” “And here you are,” Taron said wearily. He had so much on his plate to do, and talking to this man for hours was not even part of it. “so, what brings you here, Tony?” Taron could already sense the passive hostility Anthony radiated. “Tony? Well, that’s new.” Anthony leaned back and looked at the art on the wall. “I assumed that we were friends, and like all friends do, I decided to lovingly shorten your name.” Taron said easily. Taron did not regard Anthony as his friend, or anyone else in the King Pin for that matter. For all Taron cared, the guy was trying to get to
“Mr McCarthy, you have a guest, says that she is Selena Goldbridge.” The nurse in attendance said as she opened the door and popped her head in. “Let her in, thanks.” Taron said. Seconds later, Selena came in with a most worried expression on her face. “Taron, what happened to you?” Selena gasped as she rushed towards his bed. She saw Rebecca sitting in front and gave her a glare before quickly turning back to Taron and holding his head in her hands. “Are you okay? No, that’s a stupid question, I brought your favourite cake.” Selena gave a grin and went to take the basket that she dropped “Thanks Selena, you can take a seat next to Rebecca.” Taron said and Selena went to sit down. “What happened to you?” Selena asked. “I phoned, but Rebecca picked up and said that you were unavailable, and then I saw the news and I was so scared!” “News?” Taron’s eyes widened and he looked at Rebecca. “I did my best to not allow anyone to cover the event, but it’s possible that peop
"Taron," Selena walked into his office with a girl in tow. "hey." Taron sat up. Selena kept on coming to see him and he wondered why. It was not like they had an off and on romance going or something, and most of the time, she came to him without asking. "Selena, hey." Taron nodded. Selena cleared her throat. "As regards the discussion we had earlier, this is the young girl in question." "I'm basically a woman now, I'm nineteen." Rukayah replied. "Is if your age that makes you a woman?" Taron asked her. "To a large extent, yes, pleased to meet you Mr McCarthy, I'm Rukayah." Rukayah said. "So I've heard amongst others, I'm sure you have some documents with you?" Taron sighed. "I would have you know that this is not what I'm supposed to be doing now, but you know, if I were to go by the way Selena spoke highly of you, then I'd be missing out on a great deal." Rukayah nodded and smiled at Selena gratefully. "You finished high school two years ago." Taron stated. "I plan
“I am going to kill all of you!" Ronaldo said, barreling towards the men, shirtless and seized the one in the middle. Weeks had passed, and Ronaldo was not over his brother, Rob’s death. And he was sure that his killer was among these men whom he knew very well. "What? What is going on, what do you want from us?" The guy asked. He had dyed his hair green and cut it low. The guy looked up to see who it was that had him. "Ronaldo? Is everything okay?" The guy asked. "I heard about Roberto, I'm sorry for your loss." The other men went towards Ronaldo and tried to free their friend from his grip. "Don't patronize me, Sol, you think that I did not know that you said that you would kill Rob for winning all the money? Huh?" Ronaldo screamed at Sol. Ronaldo did not care about any of them anymore. Roberto was his lifeline, as now he was gone. "Yo buddy, calm down," A taller man with a pot belly that was quite obvious even through his shirt said. "Don't tell me to calm down, Paul
Taron felt useless. He was tired of feeling like this over and over again, but it seemed like the universe enjoyed tormenting him. When he was with his mother before she chased him out, she made sure that he knew how bad she felt to have him in her life. When he was in a relationship with Selena, he was unable to provide and that made Selena see him as a useless person too. And then when Rob died, he felt like if he had done something earlier, then his friend would probably still be alive. Taron knew that that was not likely, he could not predict the future and whoever it was that killed Rob had his eyes on him, so regardless, Rob would still have died. Taron was very much aware, but he wanted to feel the pain for a little longer. He was not ready for the rational side of his brain to take control. He saw a sign that read. The Tipsy Scholar: Where the Booze flows and the Brains roam free. Taron sighed. He had never been to a bar before, and he was not big on drinking. But maybe
"That's the third time that has happened in ten minutes." Rebecca stood in front of the pile of vomit Taron had left on the ground again, patting his back. "It's a good thing you have paper towels here, handy for situations like this." She brought the towels and started to clean his face. “I can’t imagine your mother seeing you like this.” Rebecca giggled as they got back in the car. “No! No mother!” Taron exclaimed. Rebecca found it comforting to find out that Taron could still think, even if it was not reliable. She felt that it would be better if he had some control so he could go to sleep easier after eating at her place. She was wrong. “Sir! Sir! Don’t come outside, stay in there and take your bath and wear your towel when you’re done!” Rebecca yelled at Taron who was trying to open the door. “I want the door open!” Taron said stubbornly as Rebecca held on to the door of the bathroom for dear life— or dear sight, whichever. “No!” Rebecca said stubbornly.