BRANDON'S POV I waited for some minutes to confirm that she was indeed fast asleep, then I closed my laptop and kept it aside. Tatiana was not a light sleeper, unlike Charlotte. Once she had fallen asleep she could not be awoken until the next day. I kissed her on the forehead to make sure. There was no response. I found Emile wiping down the kitchen drowsily. “The kitchen is not your only station, you know". I said to her. She started, then turned around, her eyes were puffy. “The housekeeper said it is". She yawned and tossed the rag she was holding aside. My housekeeper was a sour old man even I barely saw. But he was efficient, because the house ran smoothly, despite his absence. My mother would have raised hell if it didn't. “Make two cups of coffee ". I said, sitting at the table. I rapped my fingers on the table as she did, watching her work. She placed the two cups before me when she was done and I pushed one back to her, gesturing her to sit. I took a sip
BRANDON'S POV Her nails raked at my face and I grunted, throwing her back. “What the hell is this?" I rubbed streaks of blood from my face. The woman was motionless on the floor. I stepped forward and pushed her over with my foot. It was Nat's sister, and blood was seeping from her ears and nostrils. “Get an ambulance" I said to Ava. “Move!" I roared when she stood motionless. She stumbled out of the office. I lifted the woman into my arms and hurried out after her. ** I paced the hall of the hospital anxiously waiting for the doctor. Nat's sister was rushed to the emergency room as soon as we got into the hospital. My secretary sat quietly in one of the chairs, her eyes following me as I paced. “You should see about that ankle" I turned to her abrubtly, noticing that that her right ankle was purple and swollen. “It'll get worse if you don't". She looked blankly at the injured limb and nodded. She seemed to be in a shock. Someone walked up to me. “The press are causing a
Any call coming from Ava gave me an uncomfortable feeling now. There always seemed to be some bad news after another. “Yeah?" I asked her, one hand lightly drumming the steering wheel. I was on my way home after another horrible day, in which Xhing had finally pulled out, unable to trust our integrity with all the legal cases against us. May's mother had finally showed up, and like Kareem predicted, she dragged us to court too. It was obvious someone or some people were behind this. And I intended to fish them out and make them suffer after all this was over. “Sir". She cleared her throat. “The communication system is down. Some workers are reporting that important documents have been deleted". I sagged, hitting the brakes. A car honked behind me but I ignored it, resting my head on the steering. “What?" I whispered. What had I even done to deserve this? “It's an urgent situation, sir. What would you like me to do?" “Call Adrian". I replied, hitting the gas aga
CHARLOTTE'S POV I was watching a documentary on archeological findings of dinosaurs and animals of the time when I heard the door bell. I jumped up happily to answer. I did not bother to check who it was, I assumed it was Jenn since she said she'd be coming around soon. She hadn't specified a day, but I knew she'd want to surprise me. She came at a good time, we use to watch such documentaries together. It was going to be fun for old times sake. I met a very unwelcome sight when I opened the door. “Tatiana?" Her back was turned to me. She spun around. “So it's this place. I should have just come here first." She eyed me from head to toe. “Hi Lettie. You don't look bad". I couldn't resist. “Am I supposed to look bad?" I asked. She shrugged. “Remember when we use to fantasize about what would happen if someone were locked in this house for a week? It didn't happen to you, apparently". I thought of her smirk that afternoon I found her and Brandon having it agains
BRANDON'S POV “Sir". Ava barged into my office. “I have it on good authority that Mr Adrian is missing". She said. I looked up slowly from my laptop. “What authority?" “His wife, sir. She said she hadn't heard from him in three days". I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes she may not hear from him in a month. How is this good authority?" “As at three days ago, he told her he'll be spending the next five days with her, for a function her father organized. He did not show up. The cabin where he'd been lodged in Australia is empty. The caretakers have no idea when he left". The second information wasn't so strange, but the first was. Adrian never went back on his word unless there was a very solid reason, and it always involved bad things. “When did you get this information?" I asked, already reaching for my phone to check on the others. “Just now sir". She replied. “I've informed the head of security, and he said he will take necessary action". “All right
JAMESON'S POV “Adrian Jerome is missing". I read out loud. “What?" Charlotte walked up to me and snatched the phone out of my hand, reading the message herself. “Oh God". She whispered. “What's happening?" “With what?" Jenn asked. She had been rummaging through cupboards. “Adrian Jerome is missing." Charlotte breathed. “Who the fuck is that?" She asked. “Another member of the Star Trust board". I replied. Jenn cocked her head. “What? In less than two weeks?" “Someone is after them" Charlotte whispered. “That should explain the letters?" Jenn half asked. I snapped my fingers. “Yes, you're right. Perhaps the killer had been threatening him". I began to pace, scenarios and possibilities forming in my head. “But Brandon thinks I've been sending the letters". Charlotte said. The room halted. “Fuck". I muttered. “So that means he thinks you're responsible for Nathaniel's death and Adrian's disappearance". Charlotte looked u
“Guys, I think that black car is following us" I said slowly, watching the back. The car was tinted so dark I could not see even a glimpse of the driver or passengers, if any. But it was gaining speed gradually. “Jameson?" I said, my voice a little higher. “Relax. They're on our side". Jameson said calmly. Oh. So there were passengers in the car. I relaxed in my seat. I trusted Jameson, to an extent. He would not want to sacrifice himself with us. “Do you really think Brandon will come for us?" Charlotte asked, wrapping her hands around her body. “It is certainly a possibility". Jameson replied, glancing at her. “The fact that Tatiana came to you a few days ago? He's got his eyes on you. And he believes you to be sending some letters. Adrian's disappearance will look like your work. From the look of things, it won't be long before things begin to add up". “What things?" I asked. He met my eyes through the rear mirror. “Our interferences with Star T
CHARLOTTE'S POV “What?" He said, looking confused. “I heard you and Jenn. I listened to the entire thing". I nodded at the realization on his face. “You don't get to decide if it's too late". “But isn't it?" He asked hopelessly. “Guys, I'm hungry". Jenn shouted. Our heads turned simultaneously to the sound of her voice.“I'm hungry too". I said, walking past him out of the room. “This isn't over". I called back to him.** “You know, Lettie". Jenn said around a mouthful of food. “I thank God everyday that I have a friend that really is a such terrific cook". I rolled my eyes, wondering why she was being a chatterbox all of a sudden. “Jameson did most of the cooking, not me". She turned to him. “Oh well. That means I have-wait what?" She turned back to me. “Jameson?" “He cooks better than I do" I said somewhat proudly. “And why don't I know this?" Her look turned accusing. I shrugged. “I don't know, probably because whenever I talk abo