Dean stepped out of the hired luxury car that came complete with a chauffeur in white uniform.
He walked around to the other side and helped Lyda out.The long powder blue dress she wore clung to her full hips and flared out at the bottom, covering her ankles and most of her heels.She put her hand in his, and they walked up the marbled entrance staircase into Christian Baker’s grand mansion.At the door, the butler nodded with a professional smile.“Dean connor.” Dean said to him. He saw the butler’s eyes light up just like the security guards’ at the gate had lit up.“Welcome to the Baker mansion.” He said and showed them in.“This place is grand.” Lyda whispered to him as they walked in, several paces behind the butler.“Yes.” Dean responded with a smile. But his attention was focused more on achieving his goal for the day.How best to navigate the topi
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The rule of three Tension
Dean walked downstairs into the very huge, wood-themed study at Christian Baker’s mansion. He wondered if he would have the time to get a study and house like this before his time was up.The few areas of the house he had seen so far were magnificent. He took his seat as Christian Baker moved around to stand behind his huge desk. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey from one of the desk drawers.“You know, you cannot afford to be as slow as this with something so important.” Christian Baker said as he filled up some glasses. “I am telling you this for future purposes.”“I'm not sure I understand.” Dean said, accepting a glass of whiskey from him. “If you do not state your case on time. Someone else will, and not in a way that will benefit you.” Christian Baker said. Dean still did not understand but he remained silent and watched the man take a swing from his drink.“Your work with Ally is impressive. Especially from a self made man.”Dean's jaw dropped. Him too? How did they know s
The rule of three He got away
“Lyda. What’s wrong.” Dean said, rushing towards her. She was white and standing as stiff as a stick. “What's the problem?” He asked again, beginning to get very worried. She merely shook her head and tears began to stream down. That was when he noticed her smartphone. She had it stretched out to him.He paused, and then he took it from her and peered at the image. What he saw chilled his blood.“Who is this?” “Jess!” Lyda said in frustrated anger and burst into loud tears. Thankfully the party was in full swing and it was impossible for anyone to hear them over the loud music and chatter.He pulled her close and she buried her face in his chest, sobbing and trashing. Dean did not blame her. The picture he had just seen was disturbing to even him who had been in jail and seen terrible things.Jess's face had been badly beaten in.“We have to go to her. She will refuse to go to the hospital.” Lyda said quickly withdrawing from his arms. “What? She is not at the hospital?”“No. He
The rule of three The membership card
It was a long night for Dean and Lyda. They waited till two in the morning for the surgery to be completed.Lyda waited because this was her best friend, and Dean waited because Lyda was his responsibility and he could not just leave her out there like that.They finally returned to his apartment towards dawn, and as he tucked Lyda into bed, he shook his head in self derision. His plan to save Alanna had so backfired, now, he had a wife on his hands that he did not know what to do with. She was sleeping over more often, it seemed like she had practically moved in. Before he went to bed himself, he had to do one last thing. He opened his laptop and filled out the membership form with Levant Goldberg’s name as sponsor. He finally hit the bed at 4am. When next he opened his eyes, it was bright outside. He picked up his watch from the side table and saw it was 7am. He slowly got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make himself coffee.“Good morning.” He turned to see Lyda standin
The rule of three A blackmail speech
Useless! Dean thought to himself. He knew this would happen. The cops in these parts were so incompetent. “Perhaps you know his last name or place of work? That could help with the search.” Cop 1 said.“I already told you all I know.” Lyda groaned in exasperation. “He works as a truck driver in one of the city’s factories. I don't know his last name.” For some reason, an alarm bell went off in Dean's head but he did not know why. “The longer it takes to find him, the more danger Jess is in. He may try to shut her up forever.” Lyda continued. “We could station a cop outside her ward, while we send his picture to all the factories in town.” Cop 1 said.“Please do.” Lyda said.Dean did not like this, if Rob had gone into hiding the way he suspected, the knowledge of his image circulating will only drive him further away. He may even run away from the city.
The rule of three A strange visit
Dean watched Patel in silence as the man finished his glass of beer.“I am your biggest competitor in e-commerce. Our app has been in existence for almost fifteen years now.” Patel said.Dean felt a shiver run down his spine. “We had no close rivals all these years, and in just two months since its emergence you are about to send us packing.” Patel explained like he was truly having a heart to heart discussion with a dear friend. “I convinced Christian to change the terms. He did, but still refused to partner with my company.” He continued. Dean just sat stunned. What the hell was this? How is it possible that someone he did not know was actively trying to sabotage him by cutting off his major supply merchant? Was this what the world of business looked like?“I see why Christian like you so much, because I like your tenacity too. But I cannot understand why he would want to work with you, a strang
The rule of three Failed seduction
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The rule of three Do you think I am an evil man?
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The rule of three Two more mintues
Leilani watched her nurse clear the dishes away, and tried to convince herself about things that were not true. If she believed these things, she could play the pretending act well.She acted like today was a normal day, and the plates her nurse was taking away didn't contain her final approval for her escape plan to happen today. She felt like a duck on water, calm and serene on the outside and frantically paddling underneath the water in distress. She had no idea how she was going to spend the day pretending to be calm. She was bursting with anxiety. She hugged her still flat belly, hoping to draw comfort from her baby. She was mostly making this escape for this baby. She could not just sit and let them sell her child in some black market like a common slab of meat.“One day I would tell you about this sacrifice I am making just to keep you safe.” She whispered to her sixteen weeks old foetus, caressing her stomach. “Don't get too attached to that thing.” Her nurse said, start