The next day, Ivory took a short trip to Elixiron. She noticed all the stares and whispers people were giving her, but paid no attention to them, after all, doing so would only disrupt her from her original goal.Finding clues as to who forged her signature.“Ms. Remington,” Carlos, her make shift assistant for the time being, greeted her with a bow. “Welcome. How many I help you?”“Send word to the archive and have them deliver the document for every drug produced in the last one month.”Carlos blinked. “That’s…a lot, Ms. Remington.”“I’m well aware, Carlos.” She responded, walking past him and entering the main office. “Just have them done as soon as possible.”“Yes, ma’am.” He said and scurried off, returning about fifteen minutes later with a flashdrive and some hard copy files.“Here they are, Ms. Remington.”Taking the files from him, Ivory set them aside and told him. “I’m going to be really busy today, so I’ll have you handle the meetings for the day, Carlos. If there’s a prob
A whole day had gone by and with nothing substantial to show for it, Ivory decided a break was definitely in order.So, putting her work and the crazy scheme of finding who had framed her aside, she decided to pay a visit to the hospital.After all, her father was still unconscious and if anything happened, she would need to know, right?Right.Arriving at the hospital, she walked in and was quickly guided towards the ICU where her father was currently placed.“Doctor has been monitoring him for a while now, Ms. Remington,” the nurse explained as they reached the ward.“I hope you’ll get better news.”“Me too,” Ivory muttered and the nurse excused herself.Stepping into the ward, Ivory approached her father’s bed and sat down on the chair beside him.As she looked at his pale, unconscious face, a sigh escaped her lips.“When are you going to wake up?” She muttered. “Do you think staying this way would save you from the consequences of your actions?”She shook her head. “I’m afraid not
“Ms. Remington, reporters and a group of rioters suddenly showed up in front of Elixiron and are causing a scene. They’ve refused to leave until they see you!”Carlos’s panicked voice came through the line and Immediately, Ivory frowned.The press? What did they want this time around? She could only but think of one answer to that.The Murder case of Peter. Of course those news hungry monkeys wanted a scoop of it.“I’ll be there,”With that, she ended the call, got into her car and headed back towards Elixiron.Along the way, she couldn’t help but sigh. She really didn’t have the energy to deal with all of these.If anything, all she wanted was some peace and quiet.Was that too much to ask for?She arrived at Elixiron and saw a crowd of reporters and people holding placards with her picture on it.The headlines were ‘Murderer!’, ‘Elixiron is a den of thieves!’, and others that were even worse.“Ivory Remington must be brought to justice!”“Elixiron has done terrible things, bring the
Anonymous? Ivory thought with a frown.Could this also be the same person that forged her signature?That would be the only sensible conclusion, because she couldn’t possibly come to think of anyone she has made an enemy of.Evangeline, yes, but that brat was too dumb to do something like this and all she cared about was Gadreel. As long as she has him, nothing else matters.So then, that left the only two check boxes open to be Samantha and… Gadreel.The frown on Ivory’s face deepened. Lucien, noticing this, stood behind her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of her thoughts.He flashed her one of his usual smile and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, before turning his attention back to Carlos.“Are you sure it’s anonymous, Carlos?”“Yes, Sir,” he nodded. “The account and IP address it was sent from is anonymous, which makes it harder for me to trace where the tip originated from. But I’ll work on it.”“Good, keep us posted.”Carlos nodded and excused hi
News always had its way of getting around. Be it good or bad, the people were always informed.Today wasn’t any different, because as soon as the reporters left, the rioters followed, the police had come and had to do their duty, and everyone had gone home.However, not before word spread around, and the entire city was talking about the event that had happened up in front of Elixiron.Some praised Ivory, some blamed her, some sympathized, and the rest didn’t care.It was life, or so, that’s what Elias wanted to think, as he sat in the midst of a restaurant filled half to the brim with all sorts of people talking about the incident.In front of him, his companion, Veronica Blythe, looked amused with everything that was being said.“Ah, that kids becoming quite a celebrity, isn’t she?” She said, taking a sip from her wine.Elias frowned. “But not for the good things.” He sighed after saying this.It was clear that he was worried about Ivory. Who wouldn’t be after taking one look at the
[Meet me at the restaurant, 2pm]That was the text message Elias had sent Lucien.Glancing from the message to the entrance of the restaurant, Lucien sighed.It was barely noon and here he was, sitting in the middle of a restaurant, waiting for the other party to arrive.What a pain, he thought, picking up the menu and busying himself by looking through it. He had better things to be doing, things that would benefit him greatly, yet here he was, waiting for Elias Wrenford, to show up.And to make matters worse, the old man was thirty minutes late! If he could walk out of here, Lucien would have done so since twenty minutes ago.But he couldn't, because his curiosity was piqued. Although he was Elias's disciples, the man rarely interacted with him. Yet, here he was, demanding an audience.If that wasn't interesting, Lucien wasn't sure what else could be.And just the thoughts of that alone, made the corners of his lips curl up i
As a result of neglecting most of her duties as CEO and focusing more on her personal problems, Ivory's desk was a mess of documents she had to go through, sign, and submit.So, she was stuck in her office, spending most of her time working on them.A knock at the door stopped her and she looked up from the document."Come in,"The door opened and Carlos entered. "Ms. Remington, you have a visitor.""Visitor?" Ivory raised a brow. Who would be visiting her at such a time?"Who is it?" She asked."Mr. Ødegaar." Came Carlos's answer. "He said he had something important to give to you."Gadreel? Ivory's brows furrowed. And he was here to give her something important?What could possibly be so important that he'd-The answer to that question came in the form of a memory as she recalled their last conversation.Ah, the CCTV footage!"Show him in." She demanded immediately.With a nod, Carlos
Ivory’s eyes went wide and her breath hitched.Lucien…was hurt? He was the one who had been hurt?!She could feel all her worry and anxiety bubbling up, fighting against each other in a way that made her feel nauseous.“Where is he?” She managed to ask, despite feeling like throwing up.“He was rushed to Collision medical center after the hit.” Carlos type on his phone for a few seconds before saying. “It’s only a thirty minutes drive from here.”“Suspend all my work for today and cancel all meetings,” Ivory began dishing out instructions as she picked her coat and bag and started making her way to the door. “Get the car ready. I’m heading out.”“No need.” Just as she was about to exit her office, she felt a hand grip her shoulder and stopped her.When she turned around, she saw that the hand belonged to Gadreel, and he was the one who had
“Ivory?” Calling out, Gadreel walked after her. “What’s wrong, Ivory?”Pausing Midway in the act of packing up the tea mugs, she turned and like before glared at him, but said nothing.Gadreel was utterly confused. But nonetheless, when she started moving, he chased after her. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked. “Or did I say something wrong? Please, talk to me, Ivory.”“Talk to you?” Dropping the mug into the sink, Ivory turned to face him, glaring, but now, looking closer, Gadreel realized there was no real anger in it. “How the hell do you expect me to talk to you, all sun shine and rainbows are the shit you pulled?”Gadreel blinked once, confused, but then, it ticked. “Oh.”“Yes, oh.” She huffed and turned, picking up a rag and wiping the already clean surface. “You can’t just jump in front of a gun and play Superman, Gadreel. You
Surprisingly, Gadreel had taken up the task of bandaging Elias’s wounded shoulder, while Ivory calmed down in the kitchen, brewing herself some calming tea.Gadreel had insisted she took a nap, but she had declined. The events of the past hour still fresh and raw in her mind, she doubted she could close her eyes without reliving that moment.“How did you know?” Elias asked, glancing above his shoulder and watching the young man work.Gadreel paused his actions, looking up from the wound.As the last wrap of the gauze was placed and the bandage secured, Elias took a look at the work and commented.“Surprisingly, a fine work.”Gadreel gave him a look, but said nothing at his feeble attempt of a jab. As he cleaned up, Elias turned around and looked at Ivory in the open space kitchen, a thoughtful expression on his face.“Thank you, for looking out for her,” He said suddenly and Gadreel stopped, f
The silence that followed the reveal was tense and filled with so many emotions lingering in the air. Surprise, confusion and betrayal.It was clear as day that the news hadn’t been received well.Ivory was the first to react.“Your father?” She repeated, disbelief in her tone as she looked from Elias, her master in the medical sector and someone she sees as a father and Lucien, the newest betrayer in her life.Lucien met her gaze briefly. An unreadable expression flashed in his eyes before he looked away.“You’re his father?” Her question was directed as Elias. She sounded angry, demanding the answers that the sudden reveal had brought to light.“I am.” The older man answered, keeping his gaze on Lucien.Ivory opened her mouth, wanting to ask more than one question, but in the end, settling for a plain old simple, “How?”Elias ignored her words, or rather, he just did
Gadreel reached the intersection between Ivory’s house and the main road. Pausing, he furrowed his brow and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, deep in thought.Where had he seen that car? He wondered, searching deep into his mind until it clicked.Back at the conference, the one Ivory had held when apologizing for her actions, Gadreel had seen that same car, parking just as he took pulled into the premises.And the person who had been driving that car, who had stepped out of that car, at that time, was…Lucien.“Oh fuck!” He cursed.Without a second thought, he backed his car and drove straight for Ivory’s house. He had been an idiot, a fucking dumbass. He had known from the start that Lucien was not done with whatever sick trick he was playing, he knew the bastard would try and carry on, yet, he had actually left Ivory alone, given the man an open chance to take Ivory and who knows what.His jaws ti
A God damn high school teenager; that was what Ivory classified herself as she walked into her place, ears and neck burning hot.She was thankful that the lights were off, else, she would have seen her own reflection on the entrance mirror, red like a fucking ripped tomatoes and have to reprimand herself for acting like a hormonal teen.But, could she really be blamed? Gadreel had partial blame for this, after all, he was at fault for changing the way he had and making her experience things she never should towards him, again.Grumbling a few words underneath her breath, she headed towards her freezer, clapping her hands and turning on The lights as she grabbed a jog of water, a glass and turned to pour herself a glass.It was then, that she noticed second person in her house. A yelp of surprise left her mouth and she dropped the glass cup, shattering it.But her eyes didn't pay attention to the broken glass now at her feet. Her eyes, wide and fill
Lucien had never liked police stations. So, after three whole hour of being interrogated, he was more than happy, when the police found nothing on him and as a result, had to let him go.Hand massaging the wrist that had been cuffed for quite a while, Lucien walked out of the station, pausing almost immediately when he saw one of his mother's men waiting for him."Young master," The guard greeted with a bow."What's this about?" Lucien asked. The answer to his question, came in the form of a single note."Madam Varga has instructed that I give this to you."Collecting the note, Lucien unfolded it, read through it for a few seconds and frowned.His dearest mother always knew how to ruin his day, making it worse than it already was.What the hell did she mean by 'Ivory is now considered a liability'?He didn't need her to answer that, the answer it self, was clear as day. His mother now considered her a threat to their plan and w
The room was empty and the sky had darkened by the time Ivory woke up. The rumbling of her stomach, was the first thing that greeted her as her nose picked up on the enticing aroma that hung in the air.However, she made no effort to get up. Staring blankly at the ceiling, she allowed the events of the past few days, replay in her mind.Her chest ached and the back of her eyes burned. She made no attempt to wipe away the tears when they formed, allowing them to freely fall, rolling down her cheek.She hadn’t even realized that she had begun to cry.All her life, she had tried, tried so hard, to keep the pain at bay, to not allow it to break her and yet, the past few days had shown her that the walls she had built up, were nothing but a mere illusion.Her defenses were weak.The betrayal, the fear, the confusion, the pain, all those emotions, the very same ones she had tried to bury deep down, had resurfaced, stronger than ever, and now, the only thing they left her feeling, was helple
The sizzling sound of meat being fried and the sweet rich aroma of eggs, filled the kitchen. It’s maker, Gadreel, moved swiftly around the kitchen, an apron tied around his body with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. It was a scene so adorable and cute, anyone who happened to catch sight of it, would be surprised.It was hard to believe that a man so cold, a man who previously only cared for his business and the woman who turned out to have deceived him, was capable of making a scene such as this.As the meat reached its perfect frying point, Gadreel scooped it out of the pan, and placed it on the dish, putting beside it, the eggs he had fried.A simple meal of meat, egg and toast. Easy on the stomach and the exact thing he believed Ivory would needs.“Ivory,” Turning around with the food in hand, he searched the living room for her, expecting to at least see her waiting for him on the couch.However, when he noticed she was nowhere to be seen, he tilted his head and placed the food
The quietness in the car settled quickly. Or perhaps, that was what Ivory thought it was. In reality, Gadreel had been saying words.His lips moved, he threw occasional glances at her, but Ivory far too deep in her own head to respond.“Ivory, did you hear me?”At the mention of her name, Ivory blinked, slowly and turned her head towards the source of the voice.Gadreel. She realized and slowly, she nodded her head. “Yes,” She replied, softly, almost weak. “You asked, if I’m okay.”“And, are you?” His voice was probing. There was a soft encouragement behind it, ensuring her that if she needed to speak or pour her heart out, he was here, willing and ready to listen.Ivory took a second longer to answer this time around. Was she okay? She really didn’t know how she felt. She had feelings roaming her chest, clashing against each other and the prominent urge to scream, was ever so present.Yet, all of those things made her feel numb. Like it was all too much, the betrayal, disgust, disapp