Alistair looked at the document shoved into his hands. He was confused.
“What… I.. I don't understand”
“Sign the freaking papers, Alistair!”, Elara shouted, glaring angrily at him.
“I don't understand, Elara. What.. are … are these divorce papers?”
Smack! That was the third time he had been slapped in a row.
“Have you suddenly lost your ability to read? Or is it your ability to comprehend that's the problem?” , Elara insulted, casting her wicked glares on him.
But Alistair's mental faculties didn't want to comprehend at that moment. They were blank, they remained blank and that was how he wanted them to remain.
“I have had a whole year. A whole year Alistair! A whole year of putting up with your… your stupidity! And… and … with the …. disgrace… and with the … the… Urghh!”, She shouted in frustration, tugging furiously at her hair.
“You see what you are doing?! Do you see what this bastard has caused for this family, Gerald? And I warned you, didn't I? And you didn’t fulfil all the plans of me being first lady of the Voxx group. Now look at the disappointment not even long after!”
“That's enough Kate. He'll sign the papers”
“Elara please”, Alistair began pleading, going on his knees.
“Please don't do this”. That marriage was the last hope he had. What was he going to do? Where was he going to live?”
“Sign the papers Alistair! Now!”
“Please …”
“I said, sign them!”, Mr. Wilde shouted furiously. “Round up the boys!”
Alistair's heart jumped in fear as he heard that. One of the male servants left the room to carry out the order. Scrambling for the pen on the ground, he gathered the papers properly in his hand. He signed them slowly, getting up to his feet to do so. Mr. Wilde's personal bodyguards soon came into the living room.
Kate Wilde snatched the papers out of his hand, scrutinizing each document to ensure they were all properly signed.
“Idiot”, she called him, handing the documents over to Elara. Mr. Wilde directed with a tilt of his head and the two bodyguards jacked Alistair.
“Please Elara…”
“Oh please, I don't want to hear another word of my name from your filthy mouth”
“Elara please. Please don't do this”, Alistair pleaded profusely.
“Take that bastard out!”
He struggled with them even if he knew it was an unproductive effort to do so. They threw him out of the compound gate, his clothes and belongings after him. Alistair didn't even know where to begin from. He picked up his journal from the ground - it was a book that he'd kept from childhood - not for many logical reasons though. Now its pages were being marked variably by the droplets of drizzling rain.
As Alistair flipped through the pages of the small A6 papered book, bright headlamps distracted his focus.
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“Mr. Bane..?”
Alistair couldn't focus on the person who was trying to get his attention because of the lights. The headlamps soon deemed, and he realized they were people and not even just one person - men to be exact.
“Mr Bane”, one of the men called as they all walked up to him. He shifted back, taking a protective stance as he didn't know their intentions. They dressed in all black, which was enough.
The streetlights helped him see their faces.
“Mr Bane?”
“Yeah..?”, Alistair answered, his eyes shifting from one black suit man to another.
“I’m Regan, a representative of Voxx Group”, the hefty man declared, showing off a card and his official Voxx badge on his suit.
“And I've been asked to bring you to our headquarters. Your presence is dearly needed and there's some important information that you need to know”
“What … what kind of information?”
The guy glanced to one of the men behind him. “Information better disclosed at the office Mr. Bane.”
“It's mandatory that we get you there today”
“And if I resist? I can't just follow you just because you supposedly work at Voxx”
“I understand Mr. Bane”
He snapped at one of the men who handed him a small device.
“We brought evidence hoping this would convince you if you did doubt”
He hit the play button on the device for the video to play.
“Hey Alistair. It's Nathan. Nathan Brown - your … childhood friend if … you remember. We used to…”
How could Alistair forget? He had been his one and only childhood friend.
“ …Anyways, I have important news for you. Actually, actually your parents' lawyer has news for you. It's something from your parents and you really need to hear this. I have … I've sent Regan and some of our top security men from Voxx to escort you down to the Voxx Headquarters. Please, go with them. Thank you and …. I'm really hoping to see you again, Alistair”
The video stopped playing.
“We are running out of time Mr. Bane. Shall we?”
Alistair hesitated, but he knew he was going to have to follow them either way.
“Yeah”
The security men led him to one of the cars and one of them got the door for him. Alistair got in, the posh feel of the car appealing differently to him. The driver got in as well and two of the bodyguards, one in front and one beside him. They moved first and the others escorted at the back. Alistair could guess already that Regan was in charge.
“Yes boss”, he said, nodding simultaneously.
“He was… standing outside the Wilde's home sir”, Regan said, lowering his voice.
Regan listened to the voice over the phone for a moment.
“I had some of my men deliver the message before we left. I also informed his secretary”
“It’s quite late, Regan. Did she give you a reply?”
“No sir. Not yet”
“What was his response when the message was delivered?”
“We… we didn't wait for one sir”
There was a long sigh from the other end of the phone.
“How far are you from here?”
“We just arrived”
Alistair's car diverted while the others headed straight for the garage. The driver turned, hitting the pedal so the car zoomed, headed for the building. For a moment, Alistair was lost, quickly concluding that the driver had completely lost his mind. But to his surprise, the glass doors swung open, and the car zoomed in, coming to an abrupt halt on the designated sliding platform. Alistair had lost his composure, his hands stretched out to keep himself from thrusting forward.
The automated platform came to ground level, giving Alistair's heart more cheer to race on. Regan and the chauffeur got out of the car.
“I apologize for the rough ride, Mr. Bane”, Regan said, stepping aside as he opened the door for Alistair. Alistair took a moment to recover himself before alighting from the car. Regan closed the door behind him sharply.
“Please, follow me Mr. Bane”, Regan said, stepping in front to lead the way. The other security guards joined behind Alistair, but he didn't notice until they got to the elevator. Two of the security guys got in with Alistair and the elevator ascended to the last floor.
The elevator doors slid open, and Alistair wasn't prepared for the first face he'd seen.
One he couldn't forget.
Nathan's.
“Alistair”, Nathan said, getting to his feet as soon as he saw him. He walked over more briskly than Alistair entered the room, engulfing him in a hug. Surprised but not shook, he slowly hugged back, memories flooding him all at once.“Nathan”, he said slowly, in a raspy, loud whisper.“It's been… so long”“Yeah like fifteen years”, Alistair said, disentangling from the hug.“Still can't believe it's you”“I….me neither”“Ahemm”, the lawyer's deep cough brought both young men to reality.“Oh… ummm.. sorry. Back to business please”, Nathan said as he unnecessarily adjusted his suit, leading Alistair to where the fairly long conference table was.“Take a seat please”, Nathan instructed as Regan walked up to pull out the chair.“Thanks”, Alistair said to Regan, taking his seat slowly.An awkward silence filled the room as Nathan signaled all the men in the room to leave, except Regan of course. Nathan cleared his throat, obviously a little nervous to start.“Umm… Mr. Alistair, this is y
“What’s the meaning of this Nathan? Huh? Why didn't you inform me that this was what this meeting was about?”“I’m sorry sir. I was only acting on Mr. Voxx final instructions.”“Mr Voxx is dead! And I adopted his son. I am closer than a next of kin. I should have been told about this!”The elevator doors swung open. Mr. Wilde stepped out angrily, headed for the building's exit door. The automatic doors slid open and Mr. Wilde came to out where his car was parked.“I want a copy of that contract document, Nathan”“I'm sorry Mr. Wilde but you don't get a copy. But you will get to sign in consent as a voluntary adoptive parent to Mr. Alistair's inheritance.”“I'm not asking you Nathan. That's an order. And if I don't get a copy, forget my signature being in that consent.”“Oh you will sign it Mr. Wilde”, Nathan said, his tone suddenly raspy and dangerous.“You have too much to risk. After all, isn't he still the bastard son in law of yours?”“What … what are you talking about?”Nathan sm
Alistair woke up rather too suddenly, his seemingly pleasant yet nightmare of a dream stirring his consciousness. For a moment, he was bewildered, stirring at the suite he was in, confused. The chandelier lights, though dimmed, seemed to bright for his eyes. He squinted, his realization first of his non-aching body.Moving around, his soon found the bathroom and washed his face. Then realization dawned him. The events of last night.Anyone who'd known him and witnessed the previous night could have given him an award for composure. Apparent composure though. No one knew or rather, he should say no one knew yet the things he already had set in motion in his imagination.But his sudden wealth had shook him. Even Nathan knew that at some point, he'd drop the nonchalant, indifferent attitude he was wearing. He was beyond awed. And the irony of events as well? Hadn't it been few moments away from his utter embarrassment and divorcement? A smug smile appeared on his face as he wondered the
“Good morning, Mr. Nathan”, his secretary greeted as he passed by her office.“Morning Kathy”She got up quickly, gathering her files as she attempted to catch up to him.“Sir…the…”, she stopped a little to adjust the files in her hand.“All our shareholders and partners, are they seated?”“Yes sir but …”“The directors of the Voxx groups?”“Ye..yes”, she said, distracted by the task of keeping the tipsy files in place.“But sir…”“And the Heads of departments?”“Yes sir. They are…”“Great”, Nathan said, as he took a turn to the left. He was about push the conference room door open when Kathy finally caught up to him to stop him“But sir…”, she said in a rather exhausted tone. A file slipped off the pile on her hand.“Yes Kathy?”“Mr. Charlie…”“What about him?”“He's arrived.”“Is he in?”“Yes”“Perfect”Kathy handed her boss his work phone.“Escort him to the conference room. Meeting starts in fifteen minutes”“Yes Boss”, Regan's deep-voiced reply came through the speaker. The call t
Alistair walked over to the large window in his office, watching the reflection of those behind instead of the breath taking view of the city below. The lower office staff were arranging the office, a silent yet stuffing activity for him. He wanted them to distract his thoughts, but they pretended not to notice him, a character they played out too well and so unknowingly, it seemed so normal.Back to the thoughts. He looked down, finally acknowledging the beautiful view of the city from his window. A speed boat breezed through and it seemed funny to Alistair how the big companies always had their headquarters situated on the island part of the city. Alistair blinked, and suddenly he could see the younger version of himself in the reflections instead of the cleaners. He could see himself walking, the awkward and unusual memories he had of his first day at his father's office.“Alistair”Till that day, he wondered if he was actually meant to have been there. His mother never took him any
“He's here sir”“You ******* dumbass, what do you mean he's here?”“De Capuedo”Charlie groaned inwardly. How the **** did the idiot get through security. And what the *** is he doing here?!“No, no, no. The ****!”The door swung open suddenly and all the guards were alert, gun raised up and bullet bulked, with their fingers to the trigger. For a moment there was suspense and Capuedo's men gave way for him to emerge.“Signore Charlie … He he he…”, Capuedo's croaky, Italian coated words waved through the tense room, his usual intimidating, Italian laughter following. Laughter that was never intended to induce happiness.“Now, this isn't so much of a warm welcome, is it? Ei? Come on now. Sorely, you can do better than this, Charlie”He moved to the couch at the center of the room, taking his seat as he occupied almost half of the curved sofa.Charlie snapped his fingers as a signal to his men to put their guns down as Capuedo simultaneously did the same with a wave of his own hand.“Wha
“Woah..”The slippery trunk handle slithered through her hand, hitting the ground rather gently than harshly. But not gentle enough for Mrs. Moore. As usual.“Layla!”“Oh .. sorry Mum”, Layla apologized rather too hastily, a distracted apology as her eyes seemed glued to the magnificent building in front of her. She could see the inside already through the glass or rather she could see through the glass that framed half of the building, living room upward.“Get the other things from the car, Layla”, her mother's strict tone lashed at her, snapping her mind out of captivation. Layla's small, quick feet went down the stairs.“Welcome Madam”, the doorman greeted Tricia as she stepped in.“Thank you.”He offered to take her bag from her but she declined.“Oh dear, that wouldn't be necessary”, she said, smiling kindly at him.“Thank you”“Yes ma'am”. He nodded in approval and dashed outside to help Layla.Just then, Alistair came out of his room, headed for the stairs. When Tricia saw him
That was her mother's way of telling her to leave. The seemingly hingeless door closed behind her as she walked out, questioning herself for the hundred and first time why her mother sometimes treated her like a piece of rag. Euphoric really to think that the old woman had started to change back when they'd moved to the countryside.But no. Her mother was just as was worse as before. The energy had returned the day they'd received Alistair's information. The same day she'd dared to ask her mother about her father.Her father. Well, that was another topic on it's own. Tragic that Layla didn't even know a thing about him, talk less of knowing what he even looked like. Her mother had utterly refused her of knowing anything about him and would shut her up every time she attempted to ask. And the day she'd seen those pictures, with the cut out parts and burn patches, she just knew her curiosity wouldn't let her. They were pictures of the younger version of her mother, pictures of her mothe
Alistair brought the boat cruise to a stop. Just when he decided to take his mind off the chaos happening. Elara was killed, and he found his way to a hotel room.Nathan, Layla, and Reagan were with him. "I think this is the right time to let the authorities in on this," Layla muttered."Yeah, this was the same thought on my mind as we exited the boat. Tomorrow morning I am going to head back home, gather all the evidence, get Mark involved in this, and report this to the authorities.""Exactly, this is the best thing to do if you ask me. We can no longer contain this. It would have been you, but Elara took your spot.Who knows who would be next? It could be me, Layla, or you. That's more reason you need to get Mark to go with you tomorrow morning. It's time to bring an end to this madness of Mr. Wilde, and his partners."(The next day)Mr. Alistair quickly rushed home and got hold of the files. He already informed Mark about his plans and asked him to wait for him at the police stati
Layla was briefed about what she needed to do by Alistair. Unlike the last time, Nathan agreed to this, he was in full support.The plan was for Alistair to call for a meeting, he made it for Mr. Sterling to attend. Making sure Layla won't have any problem retrieving the document.Layla arrived early at Voxx's Technologies. She waited for him to leave for the meeting. Immediately she was sure he had left. She immediately went into his room, Fiona was at the door watching out for her.Just in case her brother or anyone tries to go in. Layla went straight to the shelf and did just like Fiona explained. The shelf moved away revealing a safe.She smiled, and quickly imputed the code which Fiona gave to her. The safe opened, but to her amazement the safe was empty. She was confused, and immediately she brought out her phone and took a photo.She sent it to Alistair and quickly closed the safe. The shelf went back to its position. She came out of Mr. Sterling's office, Fiona was expecting t
Alistair, Nathan, Layla, Burundi, and Mark stepped out of his study room. Mark came to submit some files of illegal acts Mr. Wilde has been engaged in the past.They were all tired after accessing each case one by one. But none of the cases has to do with Voxx's Group or his father's death. The only information they found useful was the fact that he possessed a certain USB key.They all retired to their different rooms, while Mark went home. Alistair couldn't get sleep, so he brought the file to the dining room, sat down, and went through it once more. Hoping he would find something.Mrs. Tricia, who came out to make a phone call to someone, was shocked to see Alistair seated in the dining room. Before she could retrace her step, Alistair sighted her. She composed herself and walked towards him."You aren't asleep, what's going on? You also look worried, are you fine?"Alistair shook his head, "I ain't fine, a lot of things are going on."She sat down, "Do you care to share what's goi
(Three weeks later)Kathy was present in the office of her boss, Mr. Alistair. She had a little bottle which Oliver gave her to spike Alistair's drink. She was a bit scared, but at the same time, she knew she also needed to be careful.She paced to and fro in his office, waiting for a particular time to do what she had in mind to do. Her gaze was on everyone in the room, all she was waiting for was Mr. Alistair to request coffee or tea."Kathy, please get me tea just before the meeting starts." She smiled at him, but it was a dry smile. "Yes boss, I am on it."She walked out of the office and went straight to her office. She already had the tea made, all she had to do was to pour in the liquid that would spike the drink. She got a mug, poured the drink into it, and poured in the liquid.She did the sign of the cross and walked out of her office heading back to Mr. Alistair's office. She tried to compose herself, she knew how observant Mr. Alistair and Nathan were.If she acts in a sha
Ethan walked out of the bathroom, he was shocked to see the three ladies lying down on the bed.He wanted to shout at them, but then he remembered this wasn't his home. It was just a brothel. He picked up his shirt, phone, and car keys, and walked out of the room.He wasn't watching where he was going, and he bumped into a guy. He got annoyed and was about to retaliate only to find out it was Oliver."Oliver.""Ethan," Oliver called out. Ethan's gaze moved to the lady beside him, "Kathy? Wait a minute, can someone tell me what's going on here?""Man calm down, you don't have to get confused. She's my girlfriend, you know the ethics of the common, you can't date your colleagues.Well, it just happened that we fell in love with each other, and we just couldn't throw it under the bridge because of some dumb organization stuff.""Wait a minute Oliver, for how long has this been happening?"Oliver looked at Kathy, "Two tears.""What? You mean you guys have been dating for a good two years,
(Few Hours Later)"You look really tense, and should I say unhappy, what's going on?" Elara asked as she reached for Mr. Alistair's hands.Mr. Alistair smiled, this was one of his tricks to get her into doing whatever he wanted her to do. "Let's just say I am extremely tired, you know what it means to work as the president of Vox's Group right?"She nodded her head, "Yeah I partially have an idea. There are times when I see my Dad in a terrible state just because of work. That's one of the reasons I said to myself I was never going to work.Not like work work, I mean get into the corporate work. I saw the torment it caused to my Dad, that shit pissed me off. That's more reason I decided to follow the career path of my Dad."Mr. Alistair was taking note of the things she said about her Dad. "Do you think your Dad has something special he's hiding? You know maybe a special property in his safe?"Elara smiled, "I don't fucking have an idea about that. How am I supposed to know if he does
Mr. Alistair turned towards him, "What, and what have you found about it?""Well I have found someone who can be of much help to us," he answered as he stepped out of the elevator."Really? How come I didn't know about this, and what if this so-called person is one of Mr. Wild's loyal fans?"They got into his office, and Layla was asleep. "Come on man, don't you trust me anymore? I did my research, and he has definitely nothing to do with Mr. Wilde. Besides, he's an undercover CIA agent. Trust me when I say he can be of much help.""Wait a minute, did you just say ah undercover CIA agent?"Layla woke up due to the pitch of their voice. "Yeah, you heard me correctly. An undercover CIA agent.""If he's an undercover CIA agent, how did you get to him? Don't you think if you can find him, whosoever he was made to watch won't also have a problem in finding out that he's a CIA agent?"He chuckled, "I think I didn't really explain things to you. Well, there's this friend of mine who I used t
(Few Hours Later)Fiona and Mr. Alistair were seated in the restaurant as they were both having steaks and juice. "What is it, you wanted to tell me?"Fiona smiled, "I know this might sound crazy, but I think this is what we need to do."Mr. Alistair was confused, so he sat up. "What do you mean, please explain."She cleared her throat and reached for his hands. "I know this sounds funny, but I want to propose something.""What's that?""I need us to act. I mean I want us to act as boyfriend and girlfriend. I am tired of my father nagging about getting married to you.Truth be told, I don't like you one bit. But I am just doing this because of my Dad, nothing more, nothing less.""Really? Do you want the both of us to act as couples? Do you think that's the way out?""Yes, that's the way out. If you ask me, it's the only way out. There's no way out than this," she replied, raising her voice."This is the reason why you called me right? To propose this piece of shit to me? Come on, are
Elara sat down on her bed smiling as she gazed at her phone. Her mum walked into her room without knocking."What's with that look on your face?" She asked, resting on her door."It's none of your business, Mum. But if you must know, it's just some random chat with a friend," she replied, her gaze not leaving her phone."A male friend, I suppose right?" She asked as she walked towards the bed."Come on Mum, what's with all this question?""I am glad you asked. Dear Elara, you aren't getting any younger, don't you think it's time for you to settle down? It's high time you need to get married," Mrs. Wilde muttered.Elara burst into laughter, "Mum, is this what you wanted to say? Come on, you don't have to worry about it, I am already working on it.""Wait a minute, do you mean you are already in a relationship with someone or what?"She nodded her head, "Yes mum, but don't ask me for any details. I ain't going to tell you anything, but be rest assured that your lovely daughter is in a r