Masuk“Boss, are you okay?”
David's voice sounded distant, more like it was coming from under water. Christian didn’t answer immediately. His fingers tightened around the glass, his jaw clenched as he stared into thin air unfocused. He wasn’t ok, he couldn’t take it anymore, his problem wasn’t the alcohol or even the noise he just hated the fact that a woman was living in his home. “What’s going on boss?” David asked again, this time lowering his head to know exactly what the problem is. “I’m fine ... .just let me be” his vision was blurry but he was still trying to sit strong. “You genuinely do not look fine boss, I think you drank too much,” David worried. “I said I am fine!” That was the turning point. David leaned back studying him quietly, he knew when to stop pushing especially when it came to his complicated boss. Christain poured another glass for himself as he gulped it down his throat. “Oh my God, sir you need to calm down” David warned. He knew his boss so well, he had zero alcohol tolerance, he'd get drunk from just a cup and right now it felt as if he wanted to kill himself. Just when he felt like the whole situation wouldn’t get any worse Christian’s phone started to ring. David stared at the screen and he was shocked. “Sir….. your mom is calling?” He whispered Of course he knew he was in big trouble, she’d blame him for allowing Christian drink this much. “Oh fuck! You guys should leave me alone” Christian aggressively replied. He was no longer himself, the effect of the alcohol has taken over completely and David was completely confused. He picked the phone and slowly responded to the woman over the other line. “Hello son? Where have you been all morning? The investors are already calling” she sounded worried. “Uhm… good morning ma’am we might have a bit of an issue” David responded, his voice shaking, he knew the amount of nagging he’d be getting in a few minutes time once he spilled the beans. “David, is that you? Put Christian on the line” she demanded. “Actually ma’am the boss is drunk and he’s in a really terrible condition and I can’t help me alone I need help” “What!!!!! You say WHAT!!!” Her voice echoed through the phone. David almost threw the phone away in fear. “David, I think you’re mad! You have one fucking job and that’s to make sure my son is ok and what did you do, you went ahead to let him drunk to stupor and you know Chrstian doesn’t have any tolerance for alcohol” her voice sounded like a great thunder storm. “I’m sorry ma’am but I was on my leave, I just walked into the restaurant when I saw….” “Oh please shut up! Daniella!!!!” She screamed over the phone. “Yes ma’am” David could hear the beautiful voice of a lady. He was confused “Uhm sorry ma are you at the boss house?” He asked, trying to be sure he didn’t miss heard, he had worked for Chrstian for more than 14 years and he knew Benson would never bring in a woman into the house, not for any reason. The only woman he had seen was Angella and she was always sticking around Christian’s mom, she dare not speak directly to him. “Of course!” The woman rudely answered and then turned back to Daniella. “I am going to send you a phone number just call him and find the location of Christian make sure you get my son back home” she screamed and walked away. Daniella stood there with her heart beating, of course he was a child he knew he couldn’t tolerate alcohol but yet he just wants to make her life a living hell. She groaned inside of her as she walked out of the living room heading up stairs to pick her phone. “What kind of a man doesn’t tolerate alcohol” she muttered under her breath as she picked her phone from the bed and headed straight outside the building going to look for Christian at the said location. When Daniella got to the restaurant David was shocked, he stared at her from top to bottom, this has to be one of the most beautiful ladies he has ever come across, of course she didn’t do too much. Daniella was dressed in her usual boyfriend crazy jeans, a baggy top that swallowed her curvy shape, her hair packed into a bum one would see her and call her homeless. But regardless she just couldn’t hide her resistible beauty. “Uhm … hello you’re ?” David found himself stammering as his eyes stayed fixed on the young lady whose eyes didn’t leave Christian’s face as she watched him misbehave in his drunk state. “Daniella nice to meet you, I’m Christian’s new house help” she was straight plain and not one bit flirty. This was unusual, to David every lady that had come across Christian wanted to have a one night stand with him, but this she was different, at this point she genuinely found Christian irritating and this made him laugh. “I’m sorry I am David his personal assistant, his always like this when ever he drinks” “So how possible is it that a grown ass man doesn’t have any tolerance for alcohol?” Daniella asked as she walked over to Christian pulling him up. “Let go of me” he growled and she glared at him with anger “please where is the car?” She asked as David stood there staring in amazement. “Wow, you’re something else” he whispered as he led the way heading to the car. On getting to the car Daniella pulled Christian inside and closed the door behind her just when the car was about to start he puked all over her. “Oh my God!” This was the height of it, she was definitely going to lose her mind because of this annoying freak. “What did you …” she screamed but Christian was already closing his eyes slowly, almost falling asleep. It felt like she was talking to a ghost because he was already lost as a result of the drink. “I’m so sorry” David apologized as he sat in the staring wheel. “It’s fine let’s just go home” Daniella responded trying to calm her nerves down before she loses her temper and kills him right there and then. Daniella pulled off her top leaving just the bra singlet she had on Christian tore his eyes open as they dropped on her cleavage he couldn’t stare away. It looked soft plumpy like something he wanted to get his hands on. “Damn” he groaned his eyes not moving away “What is wrong with you?” Daniella screamed.Daniella remained in Christian’s arms, but her mind was still trapped inside the study. The photograph of her father, the old calendar, the strange message on her laptop and the warning from the unknown number had all blended into one terrifying realization. Someone knew what she was looking for. Someone had been watching her closely enough to know when she accessed the files, and whoever that person was had gone out of their way to make sure she understood that they could reach her whenever they wanted.Christian pulled back slightly and studied her face. “You’re thinking about it again.”Daniella forced herself to look at him. “About what?”“My father. Your father. The photograph. Everything you’ve been digging into.”She glanced toward the desk. The photograph was still there, its edges slightly curled with age. “I found something tonight.”Christian followed her gaze. “What?”Daniella walked back to the desk and picked up the photograph. She placed it between them and pointed towa
Daniella drove away from her uncle’s house with both hands locked tight around the steering wheel. The conversation refused to settle in her mind. For thirteen years she had believed she understood what happened to her father. She had built her entire life around that single belief. Now one conversation with her uncle had left her with more questions than answers.Her father had been followed before his death. There had been another meeting after the one at the warehouse. Her uncle knew about it, yet the moment Daniella asked who had attended that meeting, he had shut down completely.And then there was the ring.She had seen it earlier that night on the hand of the mysterious figure inside her uncle’s house. It looked almost identical to the ring worn by the unknown man standing in the background of her father’s old photograph.Her phone rang.Christian.Daniella answered. “Hi.”“Where are you?”She hesitated. “Driving home.”“From your uncle’s?”Daniella sighed. “Yes.”“You went the
Daniella knew something was wrong the moment she stepped through the gates. Her uncle’s house had always felt familiar to her, almost comforting despite everything that had happened there over the years. It was one of the few places she could remember her father being happy, especially during the years before his death. But tonight, the familiarity was gone. The lights were on throughout the house, yet there was something strangely quiet about the property. No staff members moved through the halls. No music played from the sitting room. Even the guards stationed near the entrance seemed unusually alert. Daniella stepped out of the car and looked toward the upstairs windows. Her uncle was expecting her. She knew that much. What she didn’t know was whether he was expecting the questions she had come to ask. She walked inside without waiting for anyone to open the door. The housekeeper appeared almost immediately. “Your uncle is in the study.” Daniella nodded and walked past her. She did
Daniella stared at the message until the words began to blur on the screen. Ask your uncle what he knows. She read it again, hoping that somehow the meaning would change, but it didn’t. Whoever had sent it wanted her to question the one person she had spent thirteen years trusting without hesitation. Her uncle had been there after her father’s death. He had been the one who helped her understand what had happened, the one who had encouraged her anger when everyone else expected her to move on. He had been the one who told her that Christian Harper was responsible. He had been the one who taught her how to get close enough to destroy the man she believed had taken her father from her. And now someone was telling her that he knew more than he had ever admitted. “Daniella?” Christian’s voice pulled her back. She locked her phone immediately and slipped it into her coat pocket. “What?” Christian studied her face. “What did the message say?” “Nothing important.” Marcus gave a quiet, humorl
The room remained silent after Marcus’s confession. Daniella could hear the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, each second stretching the silence tighter around them. Her father’s name had already been spoken too many times tonight, but hearing that Marcus had been with him the day before his death made something inside her shift. For thirteen years she had collected fragments of that final period of his life, yet never once had Marcus’s name appeared among them.She stared at him. “You were with my father the day before he died.”Marcus did not look away. “Yes.”“And you never told me?”“I couldn’t.”Her eyes narrowed. “Couldn’t or wouldn’t?”Christian moved closer, but Daniella barely noticed. All of her attention stayed fixed on Marcus.Marcus took a slow breath. “Your father came to me because he believed someone was watching him.”“Who?”“I don’t know.”Frustration rose in her voice at once. “You just said you were there. You knew he was in danger.”“I knew he was afraid. Th
Nobody spoke.The cassette tape lay in the center of the coffee table as though it carried enough weight to crush everyone sitting around it.Christian was the first to reach for it. He turned it over carefully in his hands, studying the faded label that had yellowed with age.If you’re hearing my voice… it means I couldn’t protect my daughter.The words settled over the room like a dark cloud.Daniella couldn’t stop staring at it. Her fingers trembled against her knees. For thirteen years she had searched for answers, believing she was hunting the man who had murdered her father. Every step of her revenge had led her here. Now his voice was only a cassette tape away.“I want to hear it,” she whispered.Christian looked up at her, understanding the desperation in her eyes. “So do I.”Marcus cleared his throat. “There’s one problem.”Everyone turned toward him.“We don’t have anything that can play it.”Christian looked back at the cassette. “I don’t even remember the last time I saw o
“I want you to go undercover.” The moment the words left Christian’s mouth, Daniella genuinely thought she had heard him wrongly. She stared at him from across the office, her brows slowly pulling together in confusion while her brain tried to process what he had just said. “W
The knock came at the door, just as Derrick had finally put Daniella to sleep, his heart froze for a moment, but he forced himself to relax. But then again his mind started to play the what if game, I mean it was past midnight who would be visiting this late. He swallowed as he heard the loud ba
“This will be your room” the older woman spoke as she pushed a door at the end of the hall way open Daniella walked in her eyes observing the entire room, she said nothing to the woman and only nodded. “Don’t you speak?” The woman asked honestly Daniella has been too quiet for her liking and it w
“Stand straight. If you slouch again you’d walk out of that door and never return.” The girl behind Daniella adjusted herself immediately.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, turning her face around to make sure she didn’t embarrass herself in front of the other girls. “Sorry? Really?” another voice scof







