“If you would excuse me, my friends. I have urgent business to go attend to before the party kicks into full swing,” he winked and walked away towards another entrance. The bodyguard turned around and gave them a menacing glare and walked after his boss. Under the bright lights, he looked imposing and hardened with the scar running down his left eye. He looked formidable.Bennet walked over to an empty table and the rest followed him like sheep. Elena slipped into the seat right beside him and kept her eyes fixed on the table. The rest of their group kept busy with the drinks moving past their table and Elena seized the opportunity to begin a conversation.“It’s a beautiful place,” she nodded with a patronizing smile.Bennet barely grunted a reply and reached across to pick a drink from a passing tray.“Ben, I’m really sorry about how things ended between us. I wish everything went differently,” she tentatively placed a hand on his arm.Bennet looked down at the place where Elena’s ha
Elena watched with disdain as Mark marched alongside his father over to the VIP area. She knew that she had never been with the man for love. Her mother has given her mandate right from the first time he turned up in front of their house and they identified him as ‘Mark Darius, heir apparent to the Darius empire’. “That’s a walking cash cow, you silly girl. It’s our one-way ticket out of these slums,” Her mother had admonished when the shred of confidence she had left, felt terrible for giving Mark false hopes.“But, mum, I don’t love the man,” Elena had protested. Now, there was nothing not to like about Mark Darius. He had the most beautiful smile on the planet, and his eyes held a sparkle to them. He was tall and very handsome, and what more, he had a name that mattered.“Don’t you talk to me about bloody love, Elena. I loved your father and look where he left us! That’s right?”Looking at Mark Darius now, restored to his former glory and custodian of so much power and influence,
Mark looked desperately between his father and Mr. Cornelius, his eyes glinting with a fake smile which screamed ‘don’t leave me alone, I beg you!'“Nonsense. I say we take a tour of this fine hotel, what do you think, Cornelius?” Gabriel said with a smirk, before taking a sip from his glass of wine.“That’s a lovely idea, old friend". Cornelius replied him with a wink and their pair was gone in the next second.Mark settled back in his seat immediately after and couldn’t count how many glasses of wine he had taken from nervousness. Was it three already? It was a new behavior for him to be nervous about meeting a new woman, but subconsciously, Elena’s assault on his psyche during their marriage had left him somewhat traumatized and hesitant about getting involved with females.“Lovely deco,” Karen nodded, looking around the hall. Mark nodded for lack of a more appropriate response.“Karen, right?” He blurted out before he could reign his tongue.“Yes, right". Karen nodded with a smile
Mark ran with his heart sinking further into his stomach, while Karen was somewhere behind running as fast as her heels would let her. All Mark could think of was his father.But just as he approached the elevator door, he spotted a faint movement from the corner of his eyes. Didn’t that suit look familiar?He approached the scene cautiously, praying with all the faith he had within him.“Mark?” The figure lying on the floor stuttered weakly.“Dad!” Mark screamed in alarm and dashed for his father, falling to his knees beside him.“Mark. I think they’ve got me, son,” Gabriel muttered weakly.“Who got you, dad? Stay with me, please!” Mark couldn’t keep the tears from flowing down. He had to act fast. Mark slipped one hand into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone, while the other gently cradled his father’s head. He took in the situation again. It didn’t look any pleasant. His father had sustained a gunshot wound to the upper chest, just above his heart. There was no doubt that th
Brown was in a fit of panic, running in circles around the hotel lobby and its unending corridors. He had no recollection of how he had gotten where he was or what he had been looking for.Why the hell do they have these many bloody corridors?How would an adult be lost inside a building, whether or not the building was as large as the Red Panda Hotel? As much as Brown wanted to feel stupid for letting his guard down in foreign territory, he had bigger fish to fry. Where had the gunshot sounds come from?Brown walked with the staggering grace of a drunk goat and barely saw more than a few feet in front of him. He cursed every single time he bumped into a flower pot along the corridors.The distant blaring of a siren cut a shallow hole through his drunken stupor and plunged him deeper into panic. He ran any which way, as long as it was away from the sirens.An angry man bumped into Brown on his way in the opposite direction and sent him staggering back a few meters.“Hey watch where yo
Jennet had run in the direction of the fracas just from a pure mother’s instinct. She could have sworn that she heard her son screaming.“Would you slow down already?” Margaret struggled to keep up with the rest of the group, stopping every now and then to catch her breath.Brown walked in his own space, steady but not in a mad sprint like someone who had gone round a bend.There was a fleet of police cars blocking off the exit point in the direction they were going. An ambulance backed out and drove off into the street.“Let me go, would you!” Brown’s voice caught their attention.Jennet watched in horror as Brown was forcefully shoved into a police car. She rushed off to the scene to save her son.“Hold on! Where are you taking my son?” she asked anyone who cared to listen among the officers.“Mum! Mum, he’s framed me! The bloody bastard has set me up!” Brown cried, straining his neck backwards to look at Jennet.“Where are you taking my son?” Jennet asked again.None of them paid a
The limousine jetted through the night, and it would have been a peaceful ride, a nice ride around the city, if Bennet didn’t have to sit beside Jennet.She was going on another round of her murmurings about Brown’s plight, and how he wasn’t built for a prison cell.Who is ever built for a prison cell from birth? He rolled his eyes and reclined in his seat.“If you would only try and calm down, Jennet. We would find a way to get him out”. Margaret snapped, her face scrunched up into an impatient scowl.“Easy for you to say, huh. I suppose you have no idea what it feels like to have a son incarcerated for a crime he’s innocent of”. Jennet fired back, venomous hatred oozing from her words.“Well, at least, my child doesn’t go about shooting his stepfather”. Margaret rolled her eyes, and settled into her seat as though she had not just made Jennet’s problems even worse by her mean statement.“You old witch! How dare you?” Jennet roasted indignantly, and Bennet was glad he had sat between
“Please let me know when you get a lead”. Mark implored inspector Conrad over the phone before placing the phone back in his pocket. He let out a sigh and felt the weight on his shoulders bear down on him with more gravity. Cornelius Shapiro was still nowhere to be found and the police had spared every officer available to comb the city in search of him.Mark shook his head to gain composure and walked back into the hospital’s waiting room where he and Karen had been for over an hour. Neither the doctors nor the nurses had anything to share with them yet, and all Mark could do was pray that his father made it through the surgery alive.Karen looked up to him, with a glimmer of hope shining through her tear filled eyes. When Mark shook his head in the negative, she simply nodded, and broke down in a fit chest racking sobs.“It’s okay, Karen. They’ll find him soon. And whoever is responsible for his disappearance is going to pay dearly. You have my word”. Mark assured her, putting an ar