There was a dead silence among the reporters as Jude mentioned that he had to make some confessions. They were all attentive because they knew that it was likely to be important news that would fill the front pages of the newspapers - cool money for them.Jude’s eyes darted back and front as he seemed to be considering his options. Making a public confession would ruin everything that he and his family had ever built? Perhaps he should have made a deal with Paul first before accepting to make a confession that could taint his dignity for the rest of his life.But what choice did he have. His last meeting with Paul didn’t seem like a friendly one. He could still feel the deep pain from the microchip on back of neck. Would he just succumb or was there one last bit of stunt he could pull.Jude looked at his wife - she didn’t look like someone who had ideas brimming on her head. They were doomed.“Mr. Bournemouth, it seems you have forgotten that you have confessions to make,” one of the
Paul Leonard got to Bivas group in a taxi. He didn’t want to start wearing luxurious clothes yet because he didn’t want to draw too much attention. Although, he dressed corporately, he didn’t want to look too different from the staff. Thankfully, he could now operate with more freedom because of Sarah and Jude’s confession. A lot of people still didn’t know that he was the CEO of the Imperial Society Syndicate and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as he could.Paul took a few steps back as he got into the company site. He was unable to take it all in at once and was awestruck at the sight of the impressive building - and to think it was just one of his many companies. He wondered when he was going to finally get used to being as wealthy as he was.“Take a seat young man,” Ms. Olivia, the receptionist, instructed Paul as he approached the reception desk. She didn’t know who Paul was and thought that he must be some person seeking for a cheap job.“Ma’am, I am not here for a j
Shit!Paul clenched his fist in disappointment. That was his chance to get a lot of information about the secret informants in his company working for the Kazitanis. He was quite sure that Ms. Olivia was one of them or else why would she want him to carry out a secret task.He had to finally let her know his real identity and get his investigation started from her.“Ms. Olivia, I am afraid I was never here to find a job. I am actually the owner of this company.”Ms. Olivia snickered, her eyes glittered with malicious humor. “Like I said, I don’t have any task for you anymore. Just leave already and stop making a fool of yourself.”Paul proceeded to show Ms. Olivia his golden identity card. Such identity cards could only be owned by top dignitaries and personalities. “Here, take a look at this. I advice that you don’t press further than this or else you would get yourself in trouble,” Paul warned sternly as he showed Ms. Olivia the identity card.Ms. Olivia had had enough of Paul. She
Back at the Winstons, Sarah got into her family manor after the terrible incident she had with the reporters. She wondered what would have become of her if she had been arrested. She thought about Jude Bournemouth. Perhaps she should never have meddled with any of the Bournemouths - Paul warned her but she didn’t listen.Sarah looked drained, her eyes dull and tired as she got into Lady Winston’s apartment. Her uncle, Thomas Winston and Frank Winston were having a discussion.“Hope your day went well, Mum,” She asked in a weary tune but noticed that they were ignoring her. She wondered what she had done. Maybe she was just overthinking it so she tried to get their attention by sitting close to them.“You shouldn’t be close to us at this time, we are having an important discussion,” Frank Winston sneered before letting out a low sigh.“Why shouldn’t I be here? I belong to this family as much as you do or am I missing something here? I don’t understand why there should be something disc
Lady Winston narrowed her eyes. They were full of contempt as Sarah’s words reached her ears. “Sarah, since you have requested that I tell you what I think. Well, I will tell you.”She paused as if she remembered something. “But not yet…I don’t have time for you now. I have an important assignment for you tomorrow which you will know about when you get to work. When you return, there will be a meeting. We want you present because you are going to be one of the highlights of the meeting.”Sarah could smell trouble looming in the distance. Does she even have a chance with everyone against her?She went to her room and switched off the lights. She wanted to be in the dark because it helped her think better. She savoured the silence as she gazed at the ceiling.For the first time in a long while, there was no one she could talk with. Not Paul, Not Jude, no one! Perhaps she should call Jude, she thought.She picked up her phone and dialled his number but it went into voicemail.“Shit! I kn
At Bivas’ group, Paul had a look of pity on Olivia. Even though they had started off on a poor note, she didn't have to experience her 8-year-old daughter on the brink of being kidnapped.Whoever must have made the phone call must be someone very close to her, he thought. A lot of questions were running through Paul’s mind as they got into his Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600.Olivia was stunned as she got into the vehicle. Goddammit! Was Paul really the owner of such a spectacle? She had never been inside such a vehicle in her life - heck, not even one half as beautiful as the one that she found herself.The leather upholstery was soft and simple, almost luxurious enough to magnet one to it. The lighting was soft and subtle, creating an endearing atmosphere. The carpets were pure velvety and as one walked in, it felt like being welcomed into paradise. Olivia turned her gaze to the controls of the vehicle. She wondered if it was the control of an aircraft or that of a vehicle.There was a gu
Paul and Olivia got to Square Ville’s reception.“Hello Sir, Hello Ma. Please come back. You are not allowed to go in just like that,” the receptionist cautioned Paul and Olivia as they tried to make their way into the school compound.“Ma’am, my name is Ms. Olivia and my daughter schools here. Her name is Tulith and I am here to take her home,” Olivia informed the receptionist.“Just wait a second please,” the receptionist said as she went through her desktop to confirm the name of the kid.“What did you say the name of your kid was again please,” the receptionist asked but Paul cut in. “Ma’am, if you don't mind. We are here because a child could be in danger. Did anyone come in not long ago to take a kid?”Paul was in a hurry - his eyes was fixed ahead at the school premises. There was a chorus of voices as the kids were very lively, their laughter and giggle filling the air.They were buzzing around the playground holding hands and climbing on the jungle gym, their little hands che
“Tulith?” Rebecca called out loudly from outside the little tent.There was a little music playing from inside the tent as Olivia could see their dance teacher teaching them some ballet dance moves.“Tulith!” Rebecca called out again. “Your mum is here to see you.”They waited outside for almost two minutes until a middle aged lady came out of the tent. She was their ballet dance teacher.“How can I help you, Tulith? Or do you want to start learning the ballet dance?” the lady smiled, trying to encourage Rebecca.“No, Ma’am, I am looking for Tulith. Her mother here came in and requested to take her home,” she said pointing toward Olivia.“Oh! Ms. Olivia,” she turned towards Olivia with a welcoming smile on her face. “You are highly welcome. Your daughter is doing very well I tell you. Even in her extra curricular activities, she is impressive. She is one of the best ballet dancers and she only just joined a couple of weeks ago.”Olivia’s ear was itchy. All the compliments would have m