Mr. Gary Peterson held the phone closer to his ears, giving it a firm grip. His eyes twinkled in disbelief as he listened to what the person on the other line was saying. It didn't make sense. None of this made sense.
"So, you're saying that I cannot lay my hands on this document anymore because my enemy has it?" He asked, finally finding his voice.
"I warned you," The voice on the other side of the line said, "This was your very last lifeline and you blew it. Edmund Hamilton has the list now. There's nothing much I can do to help you from here."
Mr. Gary Peterson began to pace through the empty space in his office, rubbing his forehead. His head was beginning to heat up.
"So, this is it. SkyNet is gone," He said, his voice filled with grief.
There was a momentary silence on the line.
"Maybe not."
Mr. Peterson stopped abruptly at the spot. He was sure he must have misheard something.
"What?"
He heard the man heave on the line.
"Well, you could steal it from Edmund. The document, I mean."
Mr. Peterson's mind swirled in confusion.
"I don't understand," He confessed, "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
The man on the other side of the line gave an impatient sigh.
"Use your initiative, Gary," He paused and added almost immediately, "If you must know, Edmund is looking for a new personal assistant."
Then, the line went dead.
Mr. Gary Peterson stood motionless for almost a full minute, weighing his thoughts. He was staring at the blank wall before him, looking at nothing in particular.
SkyNet was his whole life. He had invested his entire life into growing and expanding SkyNet, and everything seemed to be going smoothly for a long time. He was living the dream most people only dreamed of. He had fleets of cars than he knew what to do with. He attended many of those cocktail dinners where he wore a fancy suit and shook hands with the high and mighty in the society. But all that was about to end. SkyNet was about to fall and he was watching helplessly from the sidelines, unable to do anything to save it.
There has to be a way out! He thought to himself.
The pain in his back returned, slowly spiralling its way from his torso down to his spine. At fifty-six, Mr. Peterson was an erudite-looking man with a tall and lean frame. He'd stopped going to the gym for a while because he'd gotten rather too busy with running his business. The pain in his back had started over a month ago. The pain relievers saved him from it for only a short while. It usually returned when he was stressed or tense. Those two words best described how he felt at that moment.
He walked slowly towards his seat behind the large mahogany table in his office and lowered himself unto it.
The words of the man came back to him.
"You can steal it from Edmund."
"If you must know, Edmund is looking for a new personal assistant."
It took less than a second for the idea to dawn on him. His eyes lit up immediately and he grabbed his phone at once. Mr. Peterson dialled the number and held his breath, waiting for the line to beep.
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"What? Dad, are you for real?" She asked, her eyes filled with terror, "How the hell do you expect me to pull this off without being caught?"
Mr. Peterson remained calm. He had a thoughtful look on his face. He'd known it would freak her out. Just ten minutes ago, his daughter, Emily, had arrived in his office and he'd just finished telling her about a plan he had conceived all on his own. This was not his style, but at this point, he'd run out of options.
"Think of it this way," He began after a long pause, "If I lose SkyNet, we lose everything. I'm very sure that is not what you want."
"I also don't want to pretend to be someone I'm not, Dad," Emily said, throwing her head backwards to drive her point home.
"You're not actually going to be his personal assistant for days or even months or weeks," Mr. Peterson said, his gaze fixed on her. He was begging her with his eyes. "All you have to do is to make him feel comfortable around you, then you steal the document. That's it."
Emily pondered on his words for a moment.
"And what if he finds out who I am?"
Mr. Peterson dismissed the idea at once.
"He won't. There's a reason why my face is on all the magazine sections about SkyNet Company and yours isn't. He won't know who you are because your face is not popular, no offence."
Emily was silent for a long moment, her mind absorbing his words, trying to process them. Maybe her father was right. Maybe this was the only way out of this. But, slowly, her fears returned back to her mind. What if he caught her?
"Listen, Emily," Mr. Peterson began, as if reading her mind, "I know you're scared. I know you're worried whether this is going to work or not, but I assure you, if you don't take this chance, you will live to regret it all your life."
Her eyes flashed at him at once.
"What? Are you removing me as the heir of SkyNet?"
Mr. Peterson chuckled lightly.
"Is that all you're worried about?" He leaned closer on his seat, levelling his eyes on hers, "If you don't do this, there will be no SkyNet to run."
Emily's lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, and then she swallowed up her words almost immediately.
Her father was rapping his hands on the desk, like he usually did when he was plotting or scheming.
"The clock is ticking, Emily."
Emily's eyes wandered to her father's face and as soon as their eyes met, she knew what she had to do.
She had never met the famous billionaire CEO before but she'd seen his pictures severally on the television and in magazines. He even had a section dedicated to him on the tabloids where his weekly activities as the co-CEO of Sheraton Group of Companies were discussed.His father was the famous Gary Hamilton, who was popular for being among the richest businessmen in the city. Sheraton Group of Companies had grown over the years to surpass even the companies it had come to meet, SkyNet being one of them.His name was Edmund Hamilton, the billionaire's only son and heir. He had a face that looked like it was carved by angels and a body that looked like it was sculpted by a god. She knew that much because she read his section on the tabloid every week and as she did so, she fantasised about being with him. But she knew it was a pipe dream. At twenty-five, Emily Peterson was a little above five feet with a slim, curvy body. Her skin had the exotic look of someone who had been out at the
Her heels rattled down the hallway as she tried to find his way to her room. The receptionist downstairs had been more than ready to let her into his room. Not surprising. The billionaire playboy must have frequented this place with numerous women whom he barely knew their names.It's just a mission, Emily told herself as she approached The room. All I have to do is have sex with him and secure my place as his personal assistant, steal from him and leave him forever. He's never even going to see it coming. She had no idea how much longer she would keep crossing paths with Edmund Hamilton. She reached the door that had the number on the card that the receptionist had given to her. Emily lingered for a moment, preparing herself for what she was getting into.Her cheeks burned and a lump settled on her throat. What if he didn't like her? She pushed the thoughts away a moment later and slid the card before the sensor. The door hissed open. She was not at all ready for the first image she
Somewhere behind the fence bordering Pinnacle Hotels and the broad road that spread outside of it, a man stood on a ladder behind the fence, leaning forward to look through the pair of binoculars he held.He squinted his eyes as he looked, but he saw nothing. About an hour ago, she'd entered into the hotel and had since not returned. Something was going on.He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket at once and began to place a call. The line rang twice before someone answered."Hello," The horse voice on the other line said, almost whispering. "Edmund is here, sir," The man said, "And so is Emily Peterson, Gary Peterson's daughter. Earlier, she'd also been at the office with Edmund. Do you think that's a coincidence?"He heard a quick jolt on the line."I'm afraid not," The hoarse voice responded. "Coincidences like this are not common."The man nodded in affirmation. "What should I do? Should I take the hit?""No!" The man on the other side of the line said hurriedly, "Keep an eye
"Dad, I'm telling you, this is going to work," Emily said, leaning forward to stare directly at her father while she spoke. The old man looked unconvinced. His brows furrowed and his face was distorted by a small frown. "Edmund is smart, Emily," he said at last, rubbing a hand on his temple. "I know you have a genius plan but you also need a backup plan to fall back to. I wouldn't want this backfiring on us." Emily heaved a deep breath and leaned back in her seat. Her shoulders fell, deflated. Unconsciously, her mind wandered back to the events of the previous night down to this morning. Edmund had been such a sweet lover. They connected in ways that were unexplainable at least to the human senses. They'd only just met, and yet, it felt like she'd known him forever. She was not supposed to feel this way for him, but she did. And it made her feel guilty, because there was another lover, one whom she was not ready to let go of. She convinced herself for the umpteenth time that it wa
She squinted at him at once, her eyes demanding an explanation. "What happened? How did the meeting go?" He exhaled heavily and sat up on his seat. "Well, Gary kicked against the idea I pitched to him. He seems convinced that my ideas are not good enough for SkyNet." "I was afraid that that was going to happen," Emily piped in," She sighed, "Gary is a difficult man to understand." "Let's get out of here," Edmund mumbled. He was already rising to his feet. His towering frame stood over Emily, urging her to join him. She joined him a moment later and together, they walked out of the premises and jumped into Edmund's Porsche that was parked outside in the driveway. Edmund started the engine and the car skimmed into the city, gunning past tall buildings and shady trees that lined the road. They did not talk for the rest of the drive. Edmund stopped before the building that housed Sheraton Group of companies and killed the engine of the car. He snapped his head towards Emily at once
She glanced up at the figure approaching her. A smile formed on her lips. Jason smiled when he saw her. He was wearing a maroon-colored tuxedo over a grey suit. Jason was attractive in his own way; average hieght, strong jaw, lapis-blue eyes and a map of thick black Celtic curls. Months ago, she'd thought he was the most handsome man alive, then she'd met Edmund. He stopped before her and regarded her for a moment. "You know you haven't aged one bit since the last time I saw you." Emily's smile broadened. "Come here, you." She threw herself into his arms, engulfing him in a warm embrace. He lifted her in the air and pressed his body onto hers. When the excitement had washed over, he dropped her on the floor with a thud. Necks turned to stare. They were standing before an enormous skyscraper that housed the hotel where Jason was staying at. He put his hand on hers and dragged her along with him into the building. Once inside, Jason led the way. He stopped before a table by the w
"I want you to move in with me when I get a house." Those words reechoed in her head as she stepped into her office. They'd haunted her dreams the past night and were about to ruin her day now. That was Jason's request from her the previous night. She'd said she would think about it, but that was a lie. She couldn't think about it. Her office looked exactly the same as it was since she left it the previous day. She was yet to furnish it to her taste, but that was the least of her problems right now. Heaving a dire sigh, Emily slumped onto the executive seat before the table and leaned back on it, allowing her whole body to relax. A moment later, the door swung open and Edmund stood before her. He was not smiling. "Morning," he greeted. "Good morning, sir," Emily said, sitting up at once. He glanced at his wristwatch and returned his eyes to her. "You're late, Emily. Why are you late?" She wetted her lips and swallowed hard. "I---I'm sorry, sir," she stammered. "That is not
Edmund veered the car towards the next street. He was racing against time and hoping that he made it. From the moment he received the message from her father's nurse that he was back in town, he'd not been the same.Mr. Tyler Hamilton or simply, The Bull, as he was known by the majority of workers in his company was his father. Tyler Hamilton was a greying man in his sixties that was gradually getting close to losing his marbles. He was erratic and spontaneous at best and often liked things to go his own way.When Tyler Hamilton was not travelling around the world on some luxurious holiday, he was squandering the money he'd made in the days of his youth at casinos and clubhouses. He got through with hookers the same way other men got through with socks. It was one of the reasons his marriage with his mother was suffering.Despite Tyler Hamilton's reckless lifestyle, he surprisingly had very high moral standards which he did not live up to. Growing up, Edmund had always thought of him