Camille lowered her eyes, her face a study of embarrassment.“Don't worry about her Grandpa. Let's just say that she is someone who played a huge role in ensuring that you are here.”Grandpa Leonard paced his gaze back and forth to get a good sense of his surroundings. He started trying to recall how he got to be hospitalized in the first place.“How long have I been unconscious?” he asked as he was recalling little by little what happened to him before the accident.“Well, Grandpa, it's been 3 days now,” Paul responded. “We are on the way to celebrate your 75th birthday when—-”“Oh, I remember now…I remember,” Grandpa Leonard butted in, and this time Paul dropped the glass cup when he saw that Grandpa Leonard was still hesitant. Paul heaved a sigh of relief. At least his memories were still intact, he thought.“I was also badly wounded from the accident so I couldn't ensure that you were given a private treatment on time.”“Oh, I understand, Paul. You have done so well.”Grandpa Leo
Mr. Timber favored one leg as he walked, his expression a mask of discomfort. Even though Mr. Timber tried to hide the injury, it was obvious that his footsteps were uneven.Paul’s thought traced back to the last time they met. He was doing fine then and nothing was wrong with his legs but what changed?He then remembered how he escaped the hospital. He recalled that there was an accident involving a second patrol vehicle after he had escaped the tree trunk expertly with Camille. Could that be why he was laughing? Paul knew that there was a high chance that he was inside the patrol vehicle.Yippee! Paul rejoiced inwardly. There was no need to provoke him any further. His limping legs were going to be more than enough for him to have his face reddened with anger. Paul kept clicking the glass cup and even though it got the attention of those around him, it didn't get his intended target - Mr. Timber.Another idea crossed Paul’s mind.He stood up with a glass of wine held in his hand, h
A lot of investors felt comfortable with the image that Grandmaster Leonard had created for the syndicate.The guests slowly put their hands together in applause as they paced their heads back and forth looking for Paul.Mr. Timber seemed like the most surprising of all. His expression was a mixture of disbelief and horror as he struggled to comprehend what was going on.He pinched himself on his lap to be sure that he wasn't in a dream. Was it the same Paul he slapped at the hospital a few days ago that was now announced as the head of the syndicate? Was it the same Paul who he knew as the errand boy of the Winstons? So, Paul was truly a grandson of the grandmaster Leonard.Sweat started dropping off Mr. Timber’s face because he knew that Paul being in charge spelled doom for him. ‘No, this can't be true. I can't believe this stunt just yet,’ he thought as he was still in denial of reality.It was a huge stone for him to swallow.“Before I welcome him onto the stage, I have to say t
“You heard me right. You should go kneel to him right now,” Emma reaffirmed, her gaze fixed on Timber.“Are you aware of how embarrassing it is for me to do what you are asking me?”Emma butted in immediately. “No, the real question is if you are aware of how dangerous it is that we leave here without signing the contract.”Timber furrowed his brow in contemplation as Emma continued.“We would totally become bankrupt. Is this what your father would have expected from you if he were to be alive.”“But father is not here now, is he?” Timber hunched in embarrassment.“Yes, he is not here and that is why you have to take charge. Right now you are messing everything up which is not what father would have wanted,” Emma retorted.“Okay, okay, Mum, it's okay. I get it. I messed up okay? I messed up and I am going to make it right,” Timber uttered, his eyes dull in despair.“Very good, now is the time to make it right,” Emma affirmed.Timber’s mind raced with a storm of thoughts, his body tens
**A drop of tears escaped Miriam’s eyes as she recalled the beautiful moment with her father. The fact that her father always called her his little hero made her feel encouraged and devastated at the same time. She wished Mr. Zendaya was still alive. She had always tried to hide the pain in her heart but a sudden sense of revenge was digging up the pain again.Her eyes were aflame with rage and her lips twisted in a sneer of contempt.Her interview with Dexter made her feel closer to finding out the people who murdered her parents - at least she knew that they belonged to an organization or cult. All she had to do was to figure out who exactly was responsible for her parent’s murder.She could feel it in her bones that the person was still alive.The name of one of the informants Dexter exposed was Jordyn Serfa.But she remembered that Dexter could still give her more information.She picked up her landline to call her assistant who came into her office immediately.“Have Dexter com
“What? Wha—” Mr. Hodson’s eyes were wide in wonder. Things were getting too heated and even though he seemed up to the task in his last statement, he was beginning to fold.“I said get out!” Miriam roared again, her voice loudly traveling out of her office.Mr. Hodson had seen enough. His body was stiff in terror and his mind shook with panic. In an instant, he jolted out of his seat and reached for the door, his movement slow and calculated as he got out.Miriam banged her right hand on her seat so loudly in anger, the files on her desk feeling the force coming from the hit as they flew away in pieces.Miriam soon after bowed and buried her head in her hands as if she had just come to a realization that she acted very weirdly. Tears began to come off her face as her eyes were downcast. She screamed at the top of her voice as if she was letting out something inside of her that she had piled up inside of her for so long.Of course, she knew that she had overreacted with Mr. Hodson. Sh
"Oh, I am sorry ma’am but it was delicate for me to leave what I was doing unfinished," Ms. Serfa responded.Miriam’s face reddened as she wanted to interrogate further but she calmed her nerves. That was not the plan. She wanted to be extremely nice to her because of her plan. She couldn't afford to let her know about the boiling rage inside of her.“Alright, it is actually not a problem. I thought as much that you must be very busy. I rate you very highly, Ms. Serfa,” Miriam remarked, her lips curved in a brief plastic smile.“Oh, thank you, Ms. Zendaya,” Ms. Serfa responded.“Please, do have a seat,” Miriam offered and Jordyn Serfa took her seat.“You know, sometimes I wonder how you guys at the production department cope with the stress and everything. It must be very stressful at times, isn't it?” Miriam asked.She was trying to establish a rapport between herself and Ms. Serfa.“Oh, yes. Sometimes, it can be a handful but I guess that is why we were trusted with the job that we
Perhaps she was alerting her fellow evildoers, Miriam thought. If it were a normal message that didn’t involve some ulterior motives, she wouldn't be so intense typing it.Miriam shifted the gears smoothly with efficient grace as she drove out of the parking garage, Ms. Serfa seated comfortably on the driver’s seat.There was an awkward silence in the air as Miriam drove before she thought that she should lighten up the mood a bit.“So, Mrs. Serfa, do you have a man? I mean a husband,” she asked, a friendly smile on her face.“Oh, erm, I used to have a husband but I no longer have, he’s dead,” Ms. Serfa responded.“Oh, so sorry about that,” Miriam consoled. “That must have been very difficult for you to bear.”Ms. Serfa paused for a while as if thinking of what to say next before she responded. “No, actually. It was not difficult at all. His death was probably the best thing that happened to me.”Miriam furrowed her eyebrow in surprise. “How is that?”“He was scum - a poor little thi