Fiona laid on Mark's shoulder with her eyes wide open, "Aren't you going to leave for work or what?" Mark asked as he stroked her hair."Am I not? I don't feel like going to work. You know whenever I am with you, it's hard for me to leave you. That's exactly what's happening."Mark stood up, "No, no, no. That was before you got a job in your father's company. Now you are employed, and there are certain responsibilities on your shoulders.You just can't forfeit those works of yours. It's unheard of, your father will come for me if he finds out you were supposed to be in the office, and you were on my bed moaning, and vibrating."Fiona laughed, "Come on, how is he going to know? Besides I didn't tell anyone I was coming here, I can just cook up a lie, and they would believe it.""Really?" He asked, looking down at her."Yeah, I know my brother, and my father so well. They would believe me, but that doesn't mean they are dumb. It just means I need to be more clever than them.I need to c
"You went to clear your head? Like seriously? Do you think I am a kid or what?" Ethan asked.Fiona swiped her head towards her brother, "Come on, I told you I went to clear my head. What else do you want me to say?""Really? What else do you want me to say? Come on Fiona, you know I have known you so well for the past years.You and I know you hardly step out of the house to clear your head. When everything overwhelms you, it's either you go out to drink, or party.You don't in any way stay out that late even when things overwhelm you. So what the fuck did you do last night, where were you?"The elevator opened up. Fiona exhaled, she was tired of her brother pestering her for an answer, so she spoke up. She turned towards him, "You want to know where I was last night?""What have I been asking you?" He asked, gazing at Fiona."Can we go to my office?" Fiona asked, looking away."Sure," Ethan replied, and led the way to Fiona's office, while Fiona trailed him.They both got into her of
Mr. Charlie escorted Mr. Starling, and Mr. Wilde to the garage. "Who could have thought this would happen in a way like this?" Me. Charlie asked as they walked out of the elevator."None of us. But since this is how things are. I guess there's absolutely nothing we can do about it," Me. Sterling replied.Mr. Charlie who was in the middle shook his head, "No, you shouldn't say that. If things happen like this, it's definitely for a reason. The best we can do is to try and make the best out of this. That's it, we just can't sit down, and allow this young dude to play with us.""You are correct Mr. Wilde. It's high time we hop on the game he's playing. We have all come too far to be toyed with. It's time we put Alistair in his place," Mr. Charlie muttered as they came to a halt right in front of Mr. Sterling's car.Mr. Sterling placed his hands on their shoulders, "I agree with both of you. But if you ask me what my opinion is. I think it's best we let him do whatever he wants to do.Let
(Four Hours later)Ethan walked into the bar, he already sighted Oliver. He walked straight to the table Oliver was, and sat down. "You came late. Why are you coming by this time?""I had something to take care of. I am sorry for coming late, but what matters right now is that I am here," he replied as he sat down."Yeah, so you asked that we meet tonight. What do you have to say, and please be fast about it. I have errands to run for my dad," Oliver replied as he sipped from his glass."Errand at this time of the night?" He asked, looking shocked."You heard me correctly Ethan. Do you want me to repeat myself again? Go ahead with what you have to say, and let's get done, and even with this meeting," he muttered.Ethan cleared his throat, "I want us to orchestrate a form of accident for Alistair.""Accident? What do you mean by accident, do you want him dead or what?" Oliver looked shocked, and afraid."Calm down bro, what sort of question are you asking? Don't you also want him dead.
Ethan nodded his head, "Yeah I do. I just wanted to know if you had someone in mind. But if you don't, I do. All I have to do is to ring his phone, and he's definitely going to get to work.""Well that's great, because I had no one in mind. But that's by the way, now back to what I was saying. Do you agree with my plan, or do you still want to go with your plan?" Oliver asked as he sipped from his glass of alcohol.Ethan kept quiet, with the looks on his face you could tell he was weighing his options. After a few seconds he spoke up, "I am going with your idea, I feel yours is more realistic, and it won't take much time.""That's great, now what I am going to do is to inform you of the day to call whosoever you believe is capable for the job. The day he comes, leave it to me.All I have to do is to create a distraction, and find a way to grant him access to President Alistair's car. Do you understand?""Yes I do. But the sad part in all of this is the fact that we don't know when thi
(A week later)Ethan was seated on the bed with Elara lying on his chest. They were both in their birthday suits, "I guess you are happy now that your Dad has finally gotten himself a job."She turned her gaze towards him with a smile on her face. "Yeah I am, you have no idea how glad I am. Now I can do things I haven't been able to do. Now I can go for picnics, change the rest of my wardrobe, and the rest.""That's it?" Ethan asked, looking shocked."Yeah, that's it. Do you know how bad the last few months were for me? I couldn't even hang up with my friends, I couldn't do things I would have done. Do you know why?"Ethan was about to speak, but she beat him to it. "It wasn't even because of the crime my father committed. It was because everything my Dad had was taken away from him.I couldn't even continue or keep up with my friends, and their lifestyle. That was how hard it was, and it made me depressed. A day came, and it dawned on me that just sucking at the present dilemma won't
Nathan drew out the chair for Layla to sit down. "Thank you," she replied with a smile on her face as she waited for him to sit down. "This should be our fifteenth date right?"Layla shook her head, "I have no idea. You know you fascinate me so much with how you keep record of the number of dates we have had.""Why won't I? I keep a record of things that are special to me, and since you are special to me. I have no other choice than to keep such dates and records," he reopened as he held her hands."That's great," she blushed while gazing into his eyes. They both stared at each other for a few minutes, before Nathan looked away to order a drink.He snapped his finger, and a waiter dressed in black walked towards their table. He had the same curly hair as Nathan and body structure. The only difference between the waiter, and Nathan was their voice, face, and height."What would you like to have?" He passed the tablet to Nathan. Nathan scrolled up, and down, and passed the tab to Layla.
The next morning, Ethan picked up his phone and dialed the line of Oliver. "What's up bro, what's going on?"Oliver, who was walking out of his room, replied, "I am just leaving my room. What about the guys, is he ready?"Ethan got into his car, "Yeah, he is. What time should he drop by the office, and do you have everything ready?""You don't have to be worried about that. I have everything under control. This is what you should do, don't give him my contact. When he gets to the company, tell him to give you a call. Then send me a text on Whatsapp.""Do you have a problem if he has your contact?" Ethan asked.Oliver walked to his car, and his bodyguards helped him in opening the door of the car. "Yeah, I do. I don't want any random person to have my contact. That's what I am against, I am talking about future occurrences."Ethan chuckled, "Really?""Yeah, it's my principle. It's either you live by it or not, that's it," Oliver replied."No problem, I don't have a problem with that. I