Janet played a smart one with the question. That was the only way she was going to either affirm or suspend her suspicion. Janet wore a purple dress. She knew that if she was held hostage and forced to say the things she was saying, the way she would reply would show it.Paul figured that Janet’s question was a trick and since he didn't know what color of dress she wore, it was time to end it all. With a burst of tension, Paul stretched his hand aggressively towards Lady Winston’s ear to snatch the phone from her hand before she made any sudden moves.But Lady Winston screamed. “Paul has me hostage, Fort Avenue, Ro——”Before Lady Winston could complete her statement, Paul snatched the phone from her.Paul gritted his teeth in anger because Lady Winston had already mentioned Fort Avenue. It was a description that could lead them to where they were. “F*ck!” Rico yelled, his voice tinged with frustration when he noticed that Lady Winston said something to Janet on the phone. He was conc
Her skin turned clammy as her limbs kept twisting and turning. Her whole body was convulsing and foam was coming out of her mouth. The chair she was bound to broke slightly by the handle because of the terrific jolting of pressure coming from the convulsion.Everyone in the room had their eyes widened in a stretch of shock as their mouth gaped as if they had never seen such a high level of convulsion before.Doctor Lopez’s face contorted into a smug smile. “She is now reacting to the virus. As I planned with Paul earlier, we are going to drop her at Grob Street, Lancashire.”“This is a virus that I have tested in my labs for quite some time with my lab rats. It works well and it is potent. She will remain that way for about 24 to 36 hours even though at some point in time the convulsion might reduce and she will be completely still and unconscious - something like being in a coma.”“But at other times within these 36 hours, she is going to be convulsing intensely.”“Do you have the an
“I didn't see you coming in, sorry,” Miriam offered some apology even though she was impacted more negatively by the hit. Miriam’s face was wet and water was dripping off her hair. She looked out of place and not ready to have a conversation.Ms. Turner thought of escalating the situation but how Miriam shrugged it off lessened the tension.“The boss needs your attention,” Ms. Turner spoke, her voice tinged with a grind of irritation. She immediately turned her back toward Miriam with a glare of annoyance and readied her feet to leave.Miriam noticed the attitude with which Ms. Turner used to speak and even though she wasn't in the mood to talk, she had to call her back. “Hey, Ms. Turner.”Ms. Turned hissed silently and turned back, facing Miriam.“I want to ask you a question and I want you to answer not as my assistant but as a friend,” Miriam spoke.“Well, I am not your friend. I can't be,” Ms. Turner butted in immediately. “What?!” Miriam exclaimed, her heart slightly broken by
Miriam lowered her head in hesitation. “I don't want to blame him now that he is dead but he requested for guards to protect him everywhere he went before he told me their names. “I warned him against it and told him that it would only draw unnecessary suspicion towards him but he refused vehemently and said that he wouldn't tell me until I drafted an agreement to show that I was going to keep to my promise.”Paul’s eyes were large in a deadly lake of pity. “That was really unfortunate. I wish he chose differently but you shouldn't blame yourself for his death. He made a decision that wasn't the best for him but we will avenge him. We will make sure his death doesn't happen in vain because the war against the Kazitanis would only end in our victory.”“However, we need you in this fight against the Kazitanis and I can't afford to lose you at this time. You see, I was extremely worried to hear that you have been kidnapped and even Ms. Turner at a point in time suggested that you were l
“This is not because I think you have problems. Look, I understand everything that you have experienced in the last few days. You were in a mess when I saw you tied up by Ms. Serfa. I can only imagine the humiliation that you experienced there.”“It’s difficult for anyone to face that kind of torture and still resume work the next day. There is no world where that is even proper. I hope you understand why I am insisting on this. One week would be best for you.”Miriam hovered in a flutter of hesitation. “Alright Mr. Leonard, I will take some time off as you have prescribed but I will take only three days. I will use those three days to rest well and come back stronger.”“Okay, three days is fine as long as you take it to rest well. You always have your position ready for you no matter how long you are away. The most important thing is that you are well physically and mentally.”“In the meantime, it is a difficult situation with our beverages and wines being contaminated and I can only
****The next day, Paul Leonard got to Evan Ferguson’s house. “Would you like wine, lemonade, or soda,” Evan Ferguson asked.“Just water is enough Sir. I appreciate your kind gesture.”Ferguson served Paul a cup of water in a glass cup and went back into his seat.“So, I asked that you come visit me because I believe that the matter which you brought to me is very sensitive and requires a lot of attention.”“Yes, of course, Mr. Ferguson. Also, I can't afford to have poisonous beverages and wine in the hands of consumers. There could be a large number of deaths. Only God knows how potent the poison is and how many people would be affected by it if it gets out there,” Paul explained, his posture contorted with conviction.“Hmm. But who could be so heartless as to poison products that are meant to be consumed by human beings? That is probably worse than a terrorist attack because a lot of people would be consuming these products. A whole family could die in one night from this kind of s
Paul checked his pockets and around him - there was no weapon that he could use to defend himself in case there was an attack. While his mind was reeling with thoughts on what he was going to do should the situation become dangerous for him, Mr. Ferguson came out of his inner room and Paul had to blink a million times within a short time to get a grasp of the horror that he was seeing.Mr. Ferguson has a long chain tied to the neck of a young teenage boy. The boy’s limps were a deadly map of abuse and red marks of brutality were all over his body. The red scars on his body were so evident that there was barely any spot on his skin that was not contorted with the tragic painting of abuse.His limbs were a tragic show of suffering and his legs were enclosed in a deadly moist of blood. The teenage boy’s eyes were enclosed in an expression of unconsciousness as his lids were heavy with a tragic weight of fatigue.Paul jolted, his breath held up in a silent terror and his skin a deadly ca
Guzman had performed some medical exercises in his presence; a few of them which resembled the situation that he was faced with. Well, apart from the fact that Benny had additional bruises on his body.“Alright, I will try something out and see how it goes,” Paul said, his hand set in motion. “Do you have a small tube or a straw and also a needle?”“Erm, I don't think I have a tube but I might just have a straw, please let me go and check,” Mr. Ferguson said.He went into his room and ransacked his property to find a straw. His body was trembling with a hurry as he wanted to find the straw by any means. He knew that time was also not so much on his side.Mr. Ferguson heaved a sigh of relief when he finally saw a straw. He rushed out to where Paul was. “Here, this is a straw I hope this will do. There are needles over there in my cupboard. Give me a moment please.”Mr. Ferguson got some needles from his cupboard and gave it to Paul. He only needed one of the needles so he sterilized it