Isaac watched Otis park the fancy jeep in front of the airport, which was where he was with his luggage. Otis got down from the vehicle and kept the engine running as he took the luggage away from Isaac respectfully. “How was your flight?”“It was meh. I have flown on better airlines,” Isaac joked, and Otis laughed in response. When the luggage was in the trunk and Isaac was in the backseat of the car, he let out a sigh. It felt good to be back in New York. “Did you take care of what you went to take care of the back home?” Otis asked as he drove Isaac to the penthouse. The car was filled with light jazz music. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think I can say that.” Isaac did not want to get into the specifics with Otis. Not that he did not trust the man, but he was just a bit weary of the topic and liked that his life here was different. He was afraid that if he told Otis fully about what happened at home, then in a way he would be contaminating his life here with life back home. Isaac did no
The car ride back to the mansion was quiet. No one said a word to each other but it was clear that a lot of thinking was going on. Isaac sat in the back seat by the door while his mom sat between him and his father. Once they reached home, the car swerved smoothly into the big compound and came to a stop in front of the house. Two guards immediately approached the car and they opened it up for the Fords. When Isaac got down, he walked straight into the house and headed for the living room. He started to pace as he awaited his parents. When they finally came into the house, they joined him in the living room and sat down on the couch.“One of you please tell me that we are not going to let that madman get away with what he has planned…” Isaac began. “Isaac,” His mother's voice was filled with defeat, and her eyes held sadness. “I love you. I really do, but I think the best thing to do is to do as Victor has proposed.”Isaac stopped pacing and looked at his mother incredulously. “You
Robert Ford entered the sitting area and saw his brother sitting on the long fur-covered chair. His mother sat not too far, and she frowned a bit when her eyes landed on him.Victor stood to his feet and straightened the suit on him. His hair was perfectly styled, and the shoes he wore alone cost nearly ten thousand dollars. He had been in prison for a long time and being free felt good.He could still remember why he had been thrown in jail. It was because he beat a man to death. Victor did regret that the man died but he knew that he only assaulted him because the man had been caught trying to rape his girlfriend of six years.He had been so angry and filled with rage that all he could see was red. He bashed the man’s head in with a short-length iron pole that he had found in the same alley where everything was happening. There was so much blood but he did not stop hitting the man until he was out of breath.Afterward, he took his girlfriend to her family and turned himself in. He g
Worry filled Isaac’s heart and he aimed to know what was going on. “Mom, what do you mean that we could lose everything? What’s going on?” “I really don't want to talk about this over the phone, Isaac. Just know that we need you home as soon as possible.” Isaac heard his mother breathe out a sigh of frustration. “I always knew that this was coming, but I did not think that it would be this soon.” “Mom, you can’t just tell me all this and leave my mind to wander. Please, I promise that the moment I drop this call I would book the next flight to South Africa. But I need you to tell me what’s going on.” Isaac begged his mother for more information. “Just come home, please…” “Did dad hit you?” Anger laced his voice and he clenched his jaw. “No,” His mother replied in a breathy way. “Then what? What could be huge enough for you to sound this worried?” He held the phone to his ear as he headed for his room. He needed to start parking and would get Otis to take him to the airport as
“Come on dad, leave them alone,” Josh complained to his father. His father was a successful CEO and made sure to insert his title in every conversation. It made Josh feel uncomfortable.“I’m just trying to get to know your friends, Josh. You complained about how I am not in your life enough and when I finally attempt to, you push me away,” His father’s voice was smooth and heavy. “Jessie, this is my father, James Clinton.” Josh gave in and introduced Jessie to his father. Josh’s father smiled politely as he reached out his hand to shake Jessie’s. “Nice to meet you, dear. And might I say, you look lovely.” “Thank you, Mr. Clinton.” “And you, young man. You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?” Josh’s father said when he turned his attention to Isaac as he tried to shake the young heir’s hand. “I’m Isaac Ford. Nice to meet you, Mr. Clinton.” Isaac was really good at social interactions like this. His father made sure of it. His father made him understand that he was to be a
Isaac closed the door of the car once he was in. “For now, nowhere. I just want you to drive me around the city until it’s time for us to pick up Jessie.” “Sounds like a plan. You are about to get the most unique tour of New York City, the city that never sleeps.” Otis replied as he chuckled heartily. The car jerked forwards gently as Otis pressed the gas. He took Isaac around the city and even rolled down the windows. The wind blew in the car as he drove and whenever traffic caught them, Isaac would take pictures of the busy streets and the buildings.Finally, the sun was setting and Isaac was blown away by the beauty and life of the city. He had only been here for a few days but he felt like he was becoming a part of this surreal place that looked like it was ripped out of a modern fantasy world.The buildings were so tall that they looked unreal. When the sun had disappeared and welcomed the night, Isaac laid back on the car seat as a feeling of freedom filled him. He felt reall