“Shusssh! You need to be quiet,” Mr. Timber said, forcing the envelope into his pocket and straightening his uniform.“That is for you to go in there and get Paul arrested — he is the one on that hospital bed. I am sure you can do that for me right? I mean 500 dollars would make you look more handsome, wouldn't it? You could afford a few more of those male toning creams,” he winked toward the security even though he was still very fidgety, sweat forming a camp on his forehead.“But Sir, I don't have such powers. I don't have the power to arrest on my own. I can only restrain a person while I inform my bosses to come and make the arrest.”Mr. Timber’s mouth curled into a false smile, disappointment written on his face. “Erm, okay then. This is what you are going to do. I need you to request his license. If he doesn't have, you are going to tell your bosses that you have reason to believe that he attempted to kidnap the grandmaster but unfortunately got into an accident.”Officer Yoro’s
“Okay, okay, Listen to me. Let's start here, what is your name?” Paul asked.“Camille.”“Alright Nurse Camille, I need you to take a breath. Take it in, take it out,” Paul urged Camille, leading her through the way as she tried to breathe in and breathe out.“Take it in, breath out—-take it in, breath out,” Paul led Camille through the procedure for almost 90 seconds before she started feeling a little better.Her hands were still fidgety but at least she didn't look like she was going to faint the next minute anymore.She soon folded her fists to absorb the pressure. “Hey, look. Paul or whatever your name is—since I started my career almost 10 years ago, I have never had a patient who gives me as much trouble as you have done.”“What do you mean? You agreed to come down here with me.”“Oh, are you now going to pin this on me?” the nurse flared her nostrils.“No, no—I am not trying to pin anything on you. I appreciate you coming down here.”“Which was a huge mistake,” the nurse cut in
“Okay, listen. My grandfather is a popular name among the richest families in the country. He is known to be the sole owner of the Imperial Society Syndicate,” Paul explained, still trying to hide the fact that Grandpa Leonard had now willed most of his possessions to him and put him as the head of the syndicate.Camille listened intently, her brows furrowed in concentration as Paul continued.“He has a lot of allies but also enemies. It's impossible to be that wealthy and influential without having a host of enemies who want to kill you.”“Hmm, I guess you are right,” Camille nodded.“Yes. He is currently in his most vulnerable state right now as he is lying on that hospital bed. If I had enough strength, I would have fought off the paramedics and prevented them from bringing them here. He has more than enough to give himself private medical care which is top-notch.”“That is why I have been asking about his condition. I am very sure that several men from these families would have be
“You trust me don't you?” A smirk formed on Camille’s face as she asked. She had a determined eye on her as she rubbed her fist slightly in readiness.“Sure, of course, I do,” Paul responded. “Are you going to put on the maintenance worker uniform now?”“No, not yet. But I will,” she responded.Paul was trying to guess what plan Camille had in her head but he didn't want to pressure her into revealing because it might suggest that he didn't trust her enough. He had to give her all the confidence in the world - she was doing it for him after all.“Take my card. Call me when we get through all of these. It's a secured network,” Paul said before hugging Camille and giving her a confident thumbs up as he took off to the balcony area to begin the task of relocating his grandfather. Camille took a deep breath, scanning the area one last time before bending her head low to avoid being seen. Her senses heightened and there was a feeling within her that got her thinking she could do it. There
There was satisfaction within her soul that the first steps of her plan worked out.The room was empty - free for her to do what she wanted.She angled her gaze to the Public Address System. It was mounted on the wall just opposite the door. It had a speaker and a control panel just below it.Knowing that she had very little time, she locked the door behind her and moved over to the control panel, her hands trembling slightly as she took the microphone.She took a deep breath. It was now or never - she then spoke into the microphone. “Attention, please! Attention! There is a fire situation in the building. Attention once again! There is a fire situation in the building. Please evacuate the premises immediately. All occupants are required to leave through any of the exits available. Orderliness is required as you carry on the process.”The sound from the public address system meandered through the halls and traveled through every room prompting the occupants to freeze, their bodies jol
The hospital room was quiet and the voices he heard were now gone. He wished he had at least sighted them though - it would help him have an idea of who his enemies were.The only sound he could hear was his old man’s silent breathing. His eyes were still closed though as he lay still.Paul’s heart felt a relief as he moved closer and realized that Grandpa Leonard still had live in him. There was a slight improvement from the accident site.There were tubes attached to his Grandpa’s body which he couldn't remove so he quickly walked over to the handle of the bed and carted him away with all the tubes and wires attracted to him. He wanted to take advantage of the commotion from the crowd so he acted fast.He removed his mask so that people would not have any reason to pay an attention to him but he was swift and purposeful as he slipped through the crowd unseen. Other people were carting away their patients so it made it easier for him to camouflage himself.Paul heaved a sigh of relie
He got closer than ever. He couldn't stop - if he did, he would be surrendering to the people pursuing him. He thought of flying over the barrier but that would be too dangerous. The trunk was very huge and if there was a little crash from the bottom of the vehicle, it could lead to an accident. He didn't want that, especially not with an unconscious 75-year-old man in his backseat.“Paul! Let's pull over. We can't continue. Let's pull over,” Camille screamed on top of her voice as they approached the barrier. “Just stop!”Paul kept silent, refusing the listen to Camille’s jittery plea.With his mind racing, Paul swerved the vehicle, its body tilting to the side and prompting incredible chaos. Camille’s heart felt like it was going to pop out of her chest any minute as the vehicle’s tires almost skidded off the road.In an apt show of expertise, Paul controlled the vehicle to swerve back into the road after passing through the tiny opening that the barrier had not covered.Paul’s musc
There came out a number of guards in imposing armor. Each of them wore helmets and their stances were fierce.The crowd gasped in horror at the sight of them.The guards had their pistols and machete ready and in the middle of the guards was Sarah.Sarah bowed her head in shame as she couldn't look at the faces of the people. Her hair was wet and scattered as it plastered across her face.Sarah’s clothes were tattered, torn, and stained with mud. She looked pale and her eyes were tired as the guards held her tightly and escorted her to the podium.She was made to kneel in front of the guests.Lady Winston rose from her high seat and prompted the crowd into silence.“Very good! We would not have Sarah bare a child that has our name and that is why we have to undergo this process. To those of you who might find this disturbing to watch—well—” a smug played on her face.“I am sorry for you but today you have to witness it. It will serve as a lesson to others who may have it in their mind