Dylan rushed in and saw Chelsea lying on the ground inside the cage. Two suited men squatted beside her, trying to revive her but their efforts proved to be futile. "What's going on?" He asked as he barged into the cage."She still hasn't responded, Boss" one of the suited men said, looking up at him.He stood for some seconds, staring at her body before finally speaking."Call the Doc" he said calmly. "Boss?" one of the men sought confirmation."You heard me, Hugo" Dylan bellowed.The man rushed out immediately. "Out" Dylan said to the second man and the latter exited the perimeter hurriedly. As soon as he was alone, he squatted beside Chelsea and ran his fingers along her hair, parting the strands that had covered her face."I really wish it didn't have to be this way" he said calmly as he took in her facial features."Me too" he heard Chelsea mutter and the next second found a pin heading for Dylan's neck. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he caught her hand in midair and restrained
"You can't be serious" Dylan refuted."Trust me, Pope. I verified this severally. I had my men do background checks on any and every one who was involved in selling or buying drugs. I even had to interrogate club owners and strippers but no one knew her" The Vicar explained. "What about Bishop?" Dylan asked."He scouted the east side and verified that she arrived Miami the same day you opened the second free mall. He was able to get the ticket that bore her name, from Atlanta" The Vicar replied. "The necklace?" Dylan asked."Yes, there were lots of receipts of jewelry at her lounge in Golden Petals. I think she must have really bought it. Maybe someone stole it from Ceaza and it made its way to the market" Dylan exhaled. "Meet me at the mansion" he said and dropped the call."Turn around, Hill"¤¤¤¤¤Chelsea cursed herself as she sat in the lonely craze-driving darkness. Why did she have to swindle again? The amount of money she had gotten from her last scam was enough to lay low a
Chelsea sat in front of the mirror, observing herself. Joyce stood behind her, smiling at their reflection. Chelsea turned her head from side to side, acknowledging the diamond earrings that hung on her ear lobes. Her hair had been neatly styled into a ponytail. She was equally made up elegantly. Hugo popped his head in from a door. "The Boss is waiting" he announced. Chelsea stood up and checked her outline. Clad in a black straight-cut gown, her features were mildly pronounced. She heaved in satisfaction and turned to Joyce. "Thanks" she muttered and Joyce nodded with a smile. She turned and exited the room. She walked gently, as elegantly as she could, across the hallway. She could see the stationed suited guards feeding their eyes off her body through her peripheral vision. She simply smirked and walked onwards. She got to the living room and saw Dylan sitting majestically on an armchair. A smirk curved at the corner of his lips and she saw a hint of desire flash across his ey
Chelsea finally let out a chuckle. She took the files and walked back to Dylan's office. She opened the door and saw Selina leaning on Dylan's desk. Immediately she heard the door open, Selina stood up straight. She turned to Chelsea, rolled her eyes and walked out.Chelsea put two and two together and immediately understood that Selina craved Dylan's attention and affection and now saw her as an obstacle on her path of getting it.Tsk. Poor girl. If only she knew my intentions were far more diabolical, Chelsea thought. She simply walked towards Dylan with a plain expression. "Where's my office?" she asked him.Dylan nodded towards a door by the side. "Great. This is another prison" Chelsea exhaled and walked to the door. She entered the enclosure behind the door and was partially impressed. The office was quite spacious and well equipped. There were no visitor chairs however, just her personal chair behind her desk. Her name was printed on a desk tag with her position underneath. S
Time passed by with Chelsea getting better acquainted with the company and the staff. She never acted too lofty or superior and this endeared her to most of them. More often, she visited the ground floor, interacting with visiting clients and conducting questionnaire-guided surveys with existing patrons. She got to resolve many complaints and administered major corporate changes. Customer database increased significantly and the company received more positive feedbacks. Orders were shipped out nonstop from the company daily. Dylan walked leisurely to the balcony and leaned over it, resting his arms on the parapet. "Look at what you've accomplished in just a few days" he smiled as he said to Chelsea who stood not too far from him.She walked closer to him and equally looked down. She took in the orderliness of the operations on the ground floor and the satisfaction that glowed off the faces of several clients."It wasn't just me. It was the whole team" she replied, trying to sound a
Dylan and Chelsea rode silently back home. Chelsea clasped her hands together, her gaze fixed on the sky through the windshield. "That's why there was a decline in the fashion section" Dylan suddenly said."What?" Chelsea asked, unsure of the context of his words."You noticed a decline in sales from the fashion section right?" "Yes""That's why. The drugs" Dylan replied. "How?" Chelsea asked."Below every fashion outlet under the Cross Enterprises' name is a base of production, packaging and distribution of fentanyl. It's worth more than its brother-business above but not so public and legal" Dylan chuckled. "There was a hit on one of these joints. They exploded the whole premises. Both the fashion store above and the fentanyl joint below all blew to rubbles. I lost roughly a hundred million in that hit, both businesses combined" he concluded. "Oh, I get it now. Why are you telling me this? Why did you take me to the meeting?" Chelsea asked."I'm feeding you with more informatio
Chelsea maintained her careless attitude both at work, home and on the road. Cross Enterprises grew in success and money rolled in constantly. Dylan gave her the deserved accolades and entrusted her with more responsibilities. As they returned from work one day, Dylan instructed Hill to detour to Golden Petals. "Why are we headed there?" Chelsea asked calmly. "Maybe there are some things you wish to retrieve from your lounge" Dylan replied."So thoughtful of you. My booking has long expired. My items must have been thrown out or handed to the police" Chelsea gave a fake smile.Dylan was mute for some seconds. "I extended your booking" he finally said. "Thanks. But I do not need...""Can we just get there first?" Dylan cut her off before she could complete her sentence."Fine, Sir" Chelsea replied resignedly. The rest of the ride was silent till they got to Golden Petals. They alighted the vehicle and entered the hospitality building while Hill remained with the vehicle. Dylan wa
Chelsea and Dylan exited the elevator and walked across the bar to the premises' exit. Hill stood waiting by the Urus with his hands clasped behind him. "Are the luggages insides?" Dylan asked Hill."Yes, Sir" Hill replied and opened the door for the duo, granting them entrance. Dylan appreciated the discretion of Golden Petals. If it were any other hotel or lounge, paparazzi and media agents would be crowning him right now, asking him all sorts of nosy questions. He sighed. The price for fame and status, I guess. He lampooned as he boarded the SUV after Chelsea went in. Before Hill closed the door, he noticed someone observing them from behind a car parked some distance away. He heaved as he sat, his eyes fixed on the car. Hill turned on the engine and soon they were en route to the mansion.They got home and alighted the vehicle. Chelsea proceeded to enter the building hurriedly while Dylan lagged behind. He engaged in a brief discussion with Hugo with his eyes fixed on her. He c