“Ms. Zendaya. I accept that you got me but I need you to understand that the things I want to tell you could be way to dangerous.”“Dangerous?” Miriam asked, her eyeballs wide open. “How so?”“I am a family man. I have a wife and two kids. I do not want to lose them,” Dexter responded.“I understand what it means to have people you want to protect so badly. In fact, I know what it is like to lose people you love. I wouldn't want that to happen to you and that is why I am giving you my word once again that you and your family would be protected.”Dexter’s shoulder tensed and his expression was one of disbelief. “Ms. Zendaya, I would need you draft an agreement which would be signed by the both of us to that effect.”“A contract?” Ms. Zendaya asked with surprise written all over her face. What would she not encounter with this Dexter of a man?“Yes, Ma. A contract where you will write that my home would be assigned with at least two trained security agents from the company and one perso
“Oh, take it easy, man. Your company is just one of the companies under the Imperial Society Syndicate and I was assigned by the CEO of the syndicate to take over investigations. I can't believe how unnecessarily jittery you are. It will lead you to fall into serious mistakes in the future.”Miriam looked like she had had enough of the man. “Now, continue please.”“Alright Ms. Zendaya. I notice that there is a connection of evil doers in the production department. They scare and threaten those who are not in their association like me. They usually take the beverages to a hidden place after production.”“What is this hidden place?” Miriam asked curiously.“I am not sure but it's like a site or a tunnel. I have never been there of course but whatever they do in that tunnel is definitely not good news,” Dexter revealed.“The other day, I was eavesdropping and I heard two of them talking about how the new instruction from their bosses was that they should apply a certain substance into th
Miriam’s parents were assassinated when she was only 12 years old in her presence. Luckily for her, the killers did not hurt her but even as a little girl, she realized that something was common among them all - the same tattoo of an owl with sharp claws and a sword striking it very closely but prevented by a shield. The last time she had seen the image since Dexter showed it to her was when her parents were assassinated. She had always been on the lookout for that image though. She believed that it was the key to finding out parents’ killers but she just might have found her first clue. The Kazitanis group had to have something to do with her parents’ death, she thought.“Does it ring a bell to you?” Dexter asked again. She had better told him if she knew what it meant. It would help him understand more what he was dealing with but ultimately it might just make him more insecure than he already was.“No, no,” Miriam denied. “I know nothing about this but I appreciate every informat
Paul’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “What is it Grandpa?” He asked. He had always wanted to know more about Miriam and when he thought he had known something tangible about her, there always seemed to be something more left to be known.“Oh, chill, don't be too serious, it……” Grandpa Leonard responded but was cut short by a long streak of labored cough. His dry chest was rattled as he let out the painful cough.“Grandpa, you need to take care of yourself better,” he said, offering him a glass of water that he received from the driver. “I have received some reports that you are slacking in taking your medications.”“Reports?” Grandpa Leonard asked, his eyes opened in surprise.“Of course. Did you think that I would not have had the contacts of some of your guards to get information on how you are faring? Of course, the fact that I am now the head of one of the largest syndicates in the world doesn't mean that I would forget you.”“That is so good of you, my boy,” Grandpa Leonard remark
He soon widened his eyes in surprise when he found out that there was blood on his hands.Shit! Was it from his body? Was it Grandpa’s blood. It was quite dark but he angled his gaze toward Grandpa Leonard’s stomach and saw that the area was thick and melted. “Sir, we would have to help you out of there slowly is that alright,” the paramedic informed him, a small torchlight was on his hand.“You have to help my Grandpa, he seems to be bleeding,” Paul said nervously. He was still not yielding to the paramedic’s request to leave the crashed vehicle.“Sir, we will help you. That's why we are here but we need you to give us your arm so that we can lift you out of there. It's not safe for you in there,” another paramedic explained.The vehicle was in a destructive state with the roof pressed inwards and glass pieces shattered all over the ground.Paul realized that one of the glass pieces was stuck inside Grandpa Leonard’s body and that was what made him bleed.“You have to help him. He h
The EMTs looked at each other without talking but their demeanor showed a sense of defeat.“Let's use the defibrillator,” one of the EMTs pressured, not willing to give up on the poor man lying on the stretcher.“It's over man, we lost him. It would have been a miracle if he had survived. Now we have to look forward to the condition of the other two,” an EMT responded, referring to Paul and Grandpa Leonard.They all slumped their head in defeat, their eyes hanging low as they gritted their teeth. **Meanwhile, Paul was lying still in an hospital bed after the accident. His eyes were heavy and he had his vision a little blurred. His breathing was shallow and his mind was clouded with a host of thoughts.What could be going on with his grandpa? ‘What was today’s date again?’ he questioned himself. Perhaps he should write it down to remember it as the day that he lost his grandpa.No! Not today, another voice flushed into his mind. He started recalling how his mother died in a hospital
“What?! Are you asking me to excuse you? Who are you to tell me to excuse you? I am bringing to your notice something which you should take into consideration but you are too shallow to understand,” Mr. Timber fumed.“Sir, I have no problem with you. I just….” the nurse said but Mr. Timber interrupted her.“I have no problem with you either but I assure you that you will regret the day you were born if you bring up a reason why I should have a problem with you.”The nurse retracted her gaze away from Mr. Timber in a manner that seemed like she had succumbed. She really didn't want to annoy Mr. Timber. She was just an ordinary nurse on an average pay - why would she want to lock horns with someone from one of the richest families around?“Apologies Sir,” she uttered, bowing her head slightly.“I forgive you. I am sure you don’t know quite well who you were talking with and that is why you had the guts to ask that I excuse you,” Mr. Timber said, his shoulder rising in a pompous manner.
“How dare you assume that I would be jealous of you? Are you trying to turn this around and make yourself look like someone who isn't an idiot? You really have the guts to tell me to keep quiet. I will show you what it means for a cleaner and errand boy to talk back at someone like me.”Mr. Timber was clearly angry but he was still not done processing what Paul told him. Had they really divorced? Who was Sarah now pregnant for? He tried to crack his brain so that he could identify her suitors but it could be any of them.He thought of calling Sarah many times to woo her one last time but she always made up one excuse or the other as to why they couldn't even go on a date. Mr. Timber had always assumed that Paul was the reason for his constant rejection from Sarah.“Since you have not learned your lesson, you will….” Mr. Timber paused and then turned over to the nurse. “Excuse us, nurse,” he asked.“And why would I do that Sir, I came here to help Paul today. If I miss his chance, we m