What do you want?

Simon looked at the still unconscious girl in the hospital bed with her head wrapped around a bandage. He wonders why his boss asked him to move her to the hospital he opened in his mother's name.

“I wonder why the production company has been calling me” he looked at his phone before he called the CEO of Theatre Group.

“Mr Fredric, I’ve missed your calls,” Simon said after the phone was picked up.

“Why did your boss withdraw his investment from the movie that’s already set to premiere.?” He asked Simon to frown, Damien didn’t tell him to withdraw their investment because he invested in the movie because of his girlfriend but if he withdrew without letting him know then it’s not meant for him to know.

“It’s best known to him sir, I just follow orders,” he said for the CEO to scoff.

“This is not right Simon. Please tell him I want to invite him over for dinner and let’s talk about it. If we did something and we need to apologize then we will” he said for Simon to sigh.

“Ok sir,” he said and hung up.

Immediately he left the wardroom to fill out a transfer form before he could transfer the unconscious girl.

At a Western restaurant in the street of Guston New York City, Agatha who just served some customers rushed to the bathroom and brought out her phone. She dialed Aurora's number multiple times but no response and this made her scared.

“Did she later accept to be poked last night?” She asked herself shaking her head.

“Or she is ill” she kept on saying possible opinions but still she didn’t know which exactly so she remembered Aurora had once used her phone to call Audrey.

“Agatha” she heard her manager calling.

“Ten minutes Mrs Alfredo, my stomach hurts,” she said after hearing her manager's voice in the toilet.

“Customers are waiting, wrap it up fast, Aurora will pay a fine for just missing a day without sending her letter or asking for a day off.” she heard the woman say and left.

Agatha sighed calling Audrey and after multiple rings, the call was picked up.

“Hello,” she hurriedly said.

“Hello,” she heard Audrey speak.

“It’s Agatha, Aurora's colleague, is she alright? She didn’t come to work today and the manager is angry” she said to hear a silence at the other end of the phone for a few seconds before she heard him speak.

“I thought she spent the night at yours?” She heard Audrey speak.

“What? She said you were coming to pick her up last night after work” Agatha said for Audrey to keep silent.

“I text her, the rain is too heavy she should either go with you or take a taxi home.” He said for Agatha to cover her mouth.

“Goodness. Where is she?” She asked with a teary voice.

“I called her but she didn’t pick Audrey, what might have happened? Wait let me check the restaurant CCTV, I will call you back” she said and hung up. Agatha immediately left the toilet to the security area of their restaurant.

“Please can you check the CCTV of last night from 8-9 pm?” She asked for the men to look at her.

“Why?” One of them asks.

“A worker is missing,” she said for the men to nod and they checked the camera. They saw Agatha leaving by 8:30 pm then when it was 9 pm, Aurora left in a taxi.

“Where can I find this taxi?” She asks for the security guys to sigh.

“You can copy the plate number and send a text to the taxi transportation committee of New York City,” he said to Agatha and she copied the taxi number before she left.

Inside the CEO office of the Vladimir Empire, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of a bustling New York cityscape. The floor is made of rare hardwood, with handwoven Persian rugs adding warmth.

The centerpiece is a custom-made, oversized desk crafted from exotic woods like Brazilian Rosewood, with sleek metal accents. On the desk, there are minimalist, high-tech gadgets, a sleek computer setup with multiple ultra-thin screens, and a few personal touches like a handcrafted pen.

Around the office, there are several seating areas with plush, designer furniture—Italian leather sofas, velvet armchairs, and a glass coffee table atop a cowhide rug. The walls are adorned with a mix of contemporary art, featuring pieces from Damien's mother’s paintings.

A glass-enclosed corner holds a lush indoor garden with a rare bonsai collection. The lighting is carefully designed, with a mix of natural light, recessed ceiling lights, and artistic fixtures like a chandelier made from hand-blown glass.

On the wall, there was a piece of his race car, and Nearby, a large bookshelf holds a curated collection of books, ranging from business and philosophy to rare first editions and art tomes.

Overall, Damien's office exudes power, taste, and global sophistication, combining comfort with a touch of the exotic and the unexpected. He might be cold but he likes his space to define him.

Inside his office, he was Signing a document when he heard his door open and the sound of hills footsteps walked towards him. Raising his head, he saw Beverly smiling at him, her red silk short gown hung tight to her body bringing out her beautiful curvy shape, and her red painted lips smiled brightly at him.

“What do you want?” Damien coldly asks Beverly to smile. She walks towards his desk dropping her small Hermes handbag before walking to his side.

“Good morning baby, I’m sorry I didn’t show up last night, I was tired and I fell asleep,” she said for Damien to close his eyes.

“Don’t touch me” he said coldly after feeling her small hands around his shoulder.

“Damien I’m sorry, please don’t be upset.” She said purring her lips.

“Leave my sight,” he said for Beverly to sigh walking towards his front.

“Are you that upset to the extent you want to withdraw from the movie I was featured in? Damien you can’t do that, it’s premier is tomorrow.” She said trying to tear up.

Damien didn’t respond instead he carried his desk phone and called his security.

“I have a nuisance in my office, I want her out and today should be the last day you let such a disgusting thing into my company.” He said and hung up for Beverly to frown. She looked around there was no one but the two of them.

“Damien, what’s going on?” She asks for Damien to look at her. The more he sees her the more the image of last night appears in his head.

“You better leave with pride that’s if you still have any or let my guard chase you out like the nuisance you are,” he said and then continued working.

Beverly knows well that whenever Damien is acting like this, something upsets him and she knows very well to keep her pride intact than let those guards chase her out.

She sighed carrying her bag then left the office.

Immediately she came out she saw three guards rushing towards her.

“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands” she said walking away for the guards to follow her from behind.

Immediately she came out of the company, she entered into her car and zoomed off.

At the Vladimir villa, a red Porsche drove into the gate and then in a straight driveway, lined with cypress trees that led up to the villa, it took the red Porsche six minutes before it arrived at a central fountain as a focal point. The property is surrounded by high walls or hedges, ensuring complete privacy.

Immediately the red porch stops at the front of the huge royal-like building, Beverly steps out wearing sunglasses.

“Welcome madam” the villa butler greeted but got no response.

“Beverly” An elderly lady called as she walked towards Beverly who just removed her sunglasses showing her red eyes from tears she had while driving down to the villa.

“Aunty Clara” she called crying as she hugged the woman.

“What happened dear? It’s Damien?” She asks Beverly to nod crying.

“Oh, my poor baby. Come sit with me.” She said as they sat on the luxurious Turkish design cushion.

“I heard what he did. Nobody knows why and he’s not responding to anyone.” She said for Beverly to sigh cleaning her tears.

“I went to his office to find out what happened, Aunty, Damien chased me out like I’m a peasant begging for money,” she said bursting into fresh tears.

“Why? What’s wrong with him? Goodness. Come, Grandpa Vladimir is in the study, go cry to him. He’s the only one Damien respects” she said for Beverly to nod standing up.

“What of Uncle John ?” She asks about Damien's father.

“He hasn’t come back from his business trip my dear. Go now” the elderly woman said for Beverly to nod and she left to the villa study area.

On her way there, she saw Grandpa Vladimir coming out of his study with his therapist.

“Beverly Wales. What troubles you, my dear?” His old voice asked for Beverly to hug him.

“Damien Grandpa. He withdraws from the movie investment. He doesn’t want to see me too” she said crying.

“Oh, my dear. It’s ok. Go meet Clara, I will speak with Damien first” he said for Beverly to nod then she left.

“You will have to excuse me Mr Musk, I need to speak with my strong-headed grandson.” He said for his therapist to nod and then leave him.

At Damien's office, it was midafternoon when his phone began to ring. He saw his grandpa on the caller ID which made him sigh because he already expected him to say something. After multiple rings he picked.

“Grandpa” he called.

“You don’t want to pick up my call you rascal. I’ve seen what you’ve done and I’m not happy about it. Beverly is hurt because this will affect her career, Damien. I don’t want to know your explanation but if you want the company and everything Vladimir to be yours as the rightful heir, marry her, or bring me a woman you want to marry before I understand your action or not, Daniel will willingly take what you’ve worked for. I give you a week to give me a response” the old man said for Damien to frown…….