Adam Fidelis reclined in his opulent office, surrounded by mahogany furnishings and adorned with exquisite works of art. Sunlight filtered through the grand windows, casting warm hues upon the plush carpeting.
With an air of authority, he sat behind his expansive desk, meticulously flipping through files with practiced ease.
As he perused the documents, his countenance exuded confidence and authority, every movement deliberate and calculated. His presence commanded attention, a testament to his stature in the business world.
Suddenly, the tranquility of his sanctuary was interrupted by the arrival of his secretary, a poised and efficient woman whose every gesture bespoke professionalism. She stood at the threshold, her expression betraying a hint of apprehension.
"Sir," she began, her voice measured but tinged with urgency, "there's something I need to bring to your attention."
The man raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued by her tone. "Go on," he prompted, setting aside the files to focus his attention on her.
"It's about your son, Fredrico," she continued, her voice carefully modulated. "He encountered a rather... unusual situation today."
His brow furrowed in concern, the lines of his face momentarily creasing with worry. "What happened?" he inquired; his voice tinged with curiosity.
The secretary hesitated, choosing her words with care. "There is a girl named Rita Dasilva in his department," she explained, her voice tinged with disapproval. "She... she was very rude to him, sir."
“I want full details of what went down”, he said trying to maintain his composure. She was said to have poured a trash bin on him in their telling him that she does not care about his background. The secretary blabbered.
"A flicker of annoyance passed over the man's features, his expression hardening with resolve. "What?" he shouted; his tone laced with thinly veiled displeasure. "Who is she?"
The secretary hesitated, reluctant to divulge more than necessary. "She's... she's an enigma, sir," she replied cryptically. "No one seems to know much about her, but she certainly left an impression on your son."
The man's jaw tightened, his thoughts racing as he contemplated the implications of this unexpected development. In that moment, the tranquility of his sanctuary was shattered, replaced by a storm of uncertainty and resolve.
With a steely glint in his eyes, he rose from his seat, his posture radiating authority and determination. Whatever this strange girl's intentions, he vowed to protect his family's honor at all costs.
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention," he said, his voice firm and unwavering. "I'll handle it from here."
The secretary scurried out, finally exhaling the breath she seemed to have been holding since she stepped into his office. Amanda had just gotten this job this week and she really wants to safeguard her post, which is why she had people monitoring everything that pertains to her boss so that she doesn’t miss out on anything.
Working with Adam is not an easy thing, and he hates to find out things from the wrong source. She was happy to have been able to escape this time around.
Adam picked up his phone the moment the secretary left and dialed Fredrico’s number. He was already expecting his call, so he was not surprised to see his call.
"Hi, Mr. Fidelis, is there anything I can help you with?" Fredrico inquired.
"I have told you severally to call me dad. For how long do you plan to keep being rebellious?" Adam berated his son, and one would almost mistake them for a closely-knitted family from the calmness in his voice and their banter.
"I'm sure you did not call to tell me to call you 'dad,'" Fredrico responded, his voice tinged with sarcasm.
"What happened in school today, son?" Adam asked. Fredrico chuckled before answering, "You found out already, so are you calling to confirm if it's true or not?"
"Fred," he shouted. "Answer me while I'm being nice before I'm forced to deal with you. How many times do I have to tell you that you represent the Fidelis, and whoever dares to as much as lift their heads to you is daring the Fidelis?" He went on to say.
"Okay, sir, but I took care of it already. There is no need to bother about it. No one will dare to talk about it, and any media outlet that still wishes to work with the Fidelis Group will not dare to write about it either. So, what exactly are you worried about?"
"I am very much aware of that and do not need you to tell me what I already know. I am asking to know what really happened. How could she dare to do that, and I hope she is dead or hospitalized by now," he questioned.
"Mr. Adam, I already told you I would take care of this. You do not need to bother yourself with it. I'm sure you have a lot of things to tend to, so just focus on that," he said and hung up before he could say another word.
Adam was very displeased, but he knows Fred to be very stubborn; he would not discuss the issue further. He slapped his phone to the wall in annoyance before reaching for the landline sitting on his table and pressing a key.The phone got picked at the second ring. "Hello, sir," the voice at the other end of the phone said.Adam tugged at the ties to loosen it before responding. "Get me the full information of what happened in Picaremore University today and fetch me the girl. Dead or alive, I want to meet her.Also, get me every information that you can find about her family, take her to the warehouse; I need this to be done before the close of the day.""Alright, sir, on it," he responded before hanging up.Adam sank back in his chair before muttering, "Looks like no one is scared of me anymore. I will be sure to make an example of that classless bitch."He pressed another number on the telephone, and the secretary came in. "Fetch me another phone from the store and clean up this me
Rita opened her window and peeped to check if there was anyone guarding the window-side, and true to her fear, there they were: three guards standing firm like rooted poles. They noticed her and looked up."It's nothing," she said, waving her hand as if surrendering to them. The guards returned their gazes forward, and she recoiled back into the room.She paced aimlessly in the room, biting her nails. "I need to get out of here," she muttered, and an idea seemed to have popped into her head as her eyes lit up. She rushed to her mini studying chair, pulling it away from the table with which it was perfectly synced.She quietly dragged it to the bathroom, trying not to make any noise to arouse their suspicion. She sat on the chair and turned on the recorder on her phone, recording herself singing. After about thirty minutes, she saved the recording and quietly returned the chair to the room.She smiled sheepishly, as if giving herself a pat on the back for coming up with such a brillian
Her body was already getting tired, but she could not afford to stop running now. She kept running down the quiet street, and just when she thought of slowing down to catch her breath, she missed her steps and fell, rolling down the slope.She grunted in pain as she looked at her bruised hands and legs.Her whole body was now very dirty, and she looked like she was just fished out of the dirt. She pulled her weak body up and started raining insults on Fred for putting her in this situation for something so trivial as tears pricked down her face.She heard the honking of a car that made her look up in anticipation, hoping the person might be able to help her to the nearest hospital. "At least I will be safe there for a while before he discovers my whereabouts," she thought. She flagged down the car, and it stopped in front of her."Can you please help me to Picarmore Health Centre if you are headed that way?" she hurriedly shouted the moment the car stopped in front of her. The driver,
"Will you not come out?" he shouted, and before she could bring herself to make sense of his words, the door adjacent to her opened, and the frail figure of a lady came out. As she moved closer, she could finally see her beauty that was hidden behind the sadness that enveloped her eyes."Welcome," she said to him before drifting her gaze to her.She nodded as if saying hello, and she waved back. She seemed harmless, and her eyes seemed to be full of tales. She thought to herself, "Could she have been kidnapped as well?" Fear gripped her at the thought of that when she finally noticed her protruding belly."He will come around later, so take care of her bruises and have her clean up," he said, breaking her chain of thought. "Wait, does that mean he is leaving already? How do I escape if he leaves with the key?"The lady exchanged looks with her, and as if she could read her mind, she said, "You took the first aid kit the last time; there is nothing for me to use for her."He grumbled b
They turned to each other, showing their hands. Camella rushed to him, injecting the contents of the syringe she just fished out into him."What is that?" Rita asked. "Are you killing him?" she snapped again before she could answer. "Just calm down already and get the door, take his phone too. It's a sleeping drug; he is as strong as an elephant. We need to do this to buy us time."After emptying the contents into his body, she locked the door from outside and followed after Rita. She got into the driver’s seat before starting the car. The engine came to life, and they sped away from the forest.She kept going at a very high speed that Rita had to hold on tightly despite using the seat belt, as the car kept tossing them while climbing over stones and through the woods.Camella continued speeding before she came to a crossroad, she faced Rita and asked for which one they took when they were coming but the later was confused. I’m sorry I did not really pay attention so I don’t know whic
They spotted another car coming in front of them, and before they could make out the face of the driver, he rushed at them, swerving their car in the opposite direction. The push wasn't hard enough to cause an accident when it collided into them, so the car only managed to push their car to the other side of the road, blocking the path behind them with its body.Camella quickly recovered from the shock and put the car in free, making them trail down the slope. Rita said with her tear-soaked face but hurriedly wiped it when she noticed that Camella's hands were off the steering."Why are you not controlling it? Are you really going to give up now, even after whoever that was sacrificed himself for us?" Camella was stunned by her statement and looked back at the car that pushed them earlier, blocking the cars that had been chasing them.With tears running down her face, she held onto the steering again, hoping that before the car completely ran out of gas, luck would probably shine on t
King's POVI was having dinner when we started hearing the screeching of car tires. Zack had wanted to head out to check what was going on, afraid that we might be under attack again, but I advised him otherwise."Just let it be. If they are really coming for me, let them. Even if they are a thousand, I swear on my sister's grave that I would waste them all." Every time I remember what Alysia went through in her last moments, I cannot help but feel anger mixed with sadness all at once.I still have nightmares, dreaming of how she was brutally raped by all of them before finally being shot in the head. I still remember vividly how the bullet sounded against the air and how the echo made my heart jump before I noticed the bullet that was lodged in the bridge of her nose.Her beautiful face had already become hideous due to the constant torture, and as she lay lifeless in a pool of her blood, I was too stunned to move. Memories of our time together before the kidnapping started playing o
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