Oscar’s body trembled with the weight of the reality that he had been exposed to. His features were frozen with a stunned and horrified expression of confusion and for a while, he wasn't sure of how he felt. He just stared blankly.
Seeing his father after five years of thinking that he was dead was one thing but finding out that he had cancer and had only a few weeks to live? He wasn't sure if he could accept that. His eyes were sunken with confusion. “This cancer you are talking about. When did you find out about it? When did you get the diagnosis?” Henry’s posture slumped as he didn't want to make things get awkward, especially at such a time. “I got to know about this a few years ago, son. I have tried all sorts of chemotherapy to extend my lifespan. Now, I can no longer keep it going. I have only two weeks to live now.” Oscar’s eyes remained dark and hollow as his disbelief was a suffocating burden on his heart. “No, Dad. You can't just come back alive after four, or five years and tell me that you will only spend two weeks with me. You have to keep going with the chemotherapy no matter how long it takes.” Henry moved towards Oscar, his lips quivering with vulnerability as he pulled off his purple crown so that Oscar could see his hair and know that it was beyond redemption. Oscar’s gaze narrowed and his heart wrenched as he beheld the cruel handiwork of Henry’s cancer. His father’s once vibrant hair was now non-existent due to the merciless assault of the cancer. The top of his head even seemed to be somewhat reddish as a cruel reminder of the disease’s grip. Henry put his crown back on his head and managed to wear a smile and get Oscar’s attention. “On the bright side my son, now you are going to sign the document that confers on you the position of CEO of the Jones League of Companies as is our new name.” Oscar shook his head in disbelief, his heart racing with the weight of the news as the implications of him becoming the CEO of Jones League of Companies began to dawn on him. He was going to become the CEO of a consortium. He was going to become the wealthiest man on the West Coast. Oh, how beautiful that must be, he reasoned. If only it didn't have to be at the expense of his father’s condition. Oscar remembered all the sufferings and humiliations that he was made to go through when he was working as a delivery boy and an errand boy for the Delway family. He was going to make them pay, he thought. Just at that moment, Oscar’s features melted into an inquisitive mask of curiosity. “I am extremely grateful that you are giving me this huge responsibility. I am overwhelmed and almost can’t believe it but you mentioned my uncle almost killing you because he didn't want you to bequeath your business to me.” Henry's lips pressed together into a thin and uneasy line. “You are right son. My half-brother betrayed me and I had to stay in hiding all these years because of it. If I didn't do that and strategize while remaining unseen to the outside world, he would have killed both of us by now.” “This means Ryder has become my enemy,” Oscar remarked. “I am afraid so, son. He felt that I should have bequeathed my businesses to him but how could I do that when I have you as my son,” Henry spoke and suddenly, he started coughing in a very violent manner. His body racked with a painful convulsion as the cancerous toxins ravaged his lungs. His eyes squeezed shut in agony as he fought for every breath with each cough that rattled his throat. Oscar knew at once that it was the effect of the cancer and Henry’s men attended to him, giving him napkins and a cup of water to soothe himself. Henry then heaved a sigh after the strenuous episode had passed. “I am fine don’t worry. There is something else you need to know though.” “What’s that?” Oscar asked. “I am sure you are already conversant with the fact that we are well funded by the long-term contract we have with the government whereby we undergo missions.” Oscar nodded his head in affirmation. “Sure, of course, that accounts for a large proportion of our funds.” “Well, it might interest you to know that Ryder is trying to sabotage it.” Oscar gritted his teeth in anger the moment he heard the news. “Oh, my guts always told me that he couldn't be trusted. He is a betrayer. He must pay for trying to kill you. I won't let him off the hook so easily.” Henry scoffed. “You have to be careful though. I have known Ryder a longer time than you and I can tell you that he is very cunning. In any case, I am going to trust you for your first task which is to remove some underperforming companies in our consortium. Take this list.” Oscar received the list and the first name that caught his eye made his face curl into a smirk. It was Delway Group - the same company of his cruel ex-in-laws. Oscar’s eyes glinted in a cold determination and his smile was a savage smirk. Those scum ex-in-laws were finally going to pay, he reasoned.Henry chuckled when he saw the slight excitement in Oscar’s eyes. “You seem a little excited. It's not an exciting task because it takes a lot of vetting. Companies who do not meet up with the latest financial standard cannot just continue with us.”“Oh, don’t you worry. I find it very interesting,” Oscar spoke, the smile was like a permanent stamp on his face. His mind was already brimming with exciting ways that he would humiliate his ex-in-laws and pay them in their coin for what they did to him.“Before I forget, there is someone I need to introduce to you,” Henry spoke.“Who is that?”Henry walked towards his guard and whispered a few words into his ears.In a moment, a lovely feminine spectacle glided through the door. Her walk was a sultry invitation that beckoned the heart and soul. Her hips were swaying in a rhythm that spoke of mystery and temptation.Her eyes were like little diamonds, piercing through the heart of anyone who was trying to maintain composure.Henry turned t
The clapping dwindled into a feeble echo and was replaced by the attendees’ faces turning to a mask of confusion and their lips forming silent questions.Lady Vivian and Arabella couldn't believe it. Their eyes widened with shock as they stared at each other again. Their thoughts were racing in a bid to understand the mystery behind the announcement.Arabella swayed, her feet tripping over each other in confusion as she missed her seat while trying to return to a sitting position but she quickly regained her balance.“What exactly is going on here? Is this a comedy show? Why is Oscar mounting the podium? Is no one going to have anything to say about this?” Arabella turned to Lady Vivian, her voice edged with confusion.Lady Vivian’s mouth was too heavy to even bring out the words that she had in her mind if she had any. “I have no idea, I have no words right now. Maybe we should talk to one of the concierges and ask if there is a mistake somewhere.”Arabella signaled at a concierge cl
Bradley trembled with fear, his mouth hanging open in shock as he tried to understand what had happened.How did his private text messages appear on the projector screen for the world to see? What in the name of a nightmare was he witnessing? No! This couldn't be real, he reasoned. Those were the most secret things and there was no way anyone else could know about them. He had to be in some sort of afterlife situation for this to be happening. His phone had a special and permanent lock that was even different from the other passworded phones. Did someone hack into his phone? Even if someone did, wouldn’t they have to come close to him for that to happen? Wouldn’t they have to steal his phone at least for a moment for it to happen?Bradley couldn’t recall losing his phone for a long time. He was always with his phone and even when he wanted to sleep, he would usually keep it very close to himself.He never took risks with his gadgets because he knew that some scary secrets were conta
Charlotte let out a piercing shriek, her hands flying to her face as if to shield herself from the unbearable reality that she was surrounded with. She started pulling off from the delusion that she had so proudly worn like the high mistress of clowns.“Here are a few graphic proofs to show that the same Bradley Stevens we all know is a member of a drug trafficking organization,” Oscar’s tone was resonating with authority, his hands dipped into his pocket as he waited for the projector screen to pop up with the next line of evidence.The pictures on the projector screen showed a clear link between Bradley and the organ trafficking ring.Everyone in the hall held their breaths as the pictures on the screen showed Bradley talking with people who were known to be organ traffickers and had been wanted by the police for a long time.The next line of images showed Bradley handing over huge sums of money to strange-looking people. One of the images even showed a glass case where something th
Bradley instead of stepping back moved further forward, his eyes filled with a hidden desire to play smart. He quickly used his body to block their view before shoving one of the officers, knocking him off balance in an instant.Bradley then found an open space to run into, taking the opportunity to run towards the glass door. He then smashed through it with ease before sprinting out of the hall and into the streets.Oscar was just about to get to Bradley when he stormed out of the hall.“Get him!” Oscar yelled at the top of his voice.The officers took off after Bradley, their boots pounding against the ground in a relentless pursuit. The other officers who couldn't pursue after Bradley had their radios crackling with updates and commands as they sought to remain in strategic positions to intercept Bradley.Bradley sprinted across the terrain, his lungs burning with effort as he pushed his body to its limit. He couldn't afford to get himself caught because it would expose the organ
***Meanwhile, Oscar instead of following the other officer in pursuing after Bradley stayed back to reaccess situations.“What are we going to do about this situation?” Oscar’s personal assistant, Layla asked as they headed back into the hall.Oscar’s mind was brimming with ideas as he sought the best option to apprehend Bradley. He knew that Bradley’s first point of call was going to be his organ trafficking cult and that only meant that he would be hiding somewhere waiting for them to come and pick him up.If his cult members come to pick him up, it would be much more difficult to find either him or members of his organ trafficking group. He paused for a bit as if he was in a deep thought and then he hissed. “What's that sir?” Layla asked, noticing that her boss was disturbed about something.“Oh, that? Apologies, it's just that I think I know where Bradley might be or at least where he would be heading.”Layla’s eyes bulged open in surprise. “How do you know that, Sir?”She then
He started to wonder if the person who was supposed to pick him up at the rooftop terrace was still there. If he was still there, then perhaps there was a chance that he was not alone should he get into a fight with Oscar.Oscar, with his gun pointed with pinpoint precision, moved his feet slowly and surely as if he were encircling Bradley. His face was contorted with a smirk as he relished the chance of humiliating Bradley.“Nothing brings me more joy than the fact that everyone now knows who you really are,” Oscar spoke, his voice laced with disdain. “You can no longer hide behind that mask of innocence anymore.”Bradley’s chest heaved with each breath the moment Oscar said those words. He knew they were true and that he was ruined. He was no longer going to operate his company effectively anymore unless he was able to magically get the accusations off his neck. That was definitely going to be a gigantic task with all the terrible images of evidence that had been piled up against h
Bradley’s eyes darted around the alley, his gaze searching for something even though he wasn't quite sure what he was searching for. Maybe an escape but he also knew that it would be impossible to escape from Bradley’s presence at that moment - not when he had a gun being pointed at his head.Bradley concluded that there was no escape for him so he hesitantly lowered himself to the ground, his submission a bitter pill.Oscar’s face was gleaming with a smirk of satisfaction. “Now, your hands behind your back.”Oscar wanted to get Bradley back into custody like a mere thief just as he deserved. Oscar’s hands moved with precision as the sound of the cuffs clinking hung in the air. “You want to know how I was able to find you here? Well, it’s the same flash drive.”“Oh! And just in case the other members of your blackmail and organ trafficking group decide that they are going to come to steal the flash drive away from my possession, you might want to tell them that I have copies of ever