The musty cold air that filled Julian's office made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He moved around the place like a man confident in his surroundings, even in the dark. He had decided to cancel Philip coming with him at the last minute—not because he didn't trust him, but because he wasn't ready to risk his safety. Anything could happen, and with the number of guards he saw downstairs—albeit new ones—Alexander had replaced all his loyal men with riffraffs.Most of Alexander's personal belongings had been moved to Julian's office. He smirked when he saw Alexander's laptop perched proudly on the huge teakwood table. "Did he actually think those guards would keep me out?" he muttered to himself, a sinister smile on his face as he approached the laptop and took a seat. The familiar warmth of his chair suddenly comforted him.He didn't bother with the password; instead, he took a flash drive out of his pocket and inserted it into the laptop. After a few seconds, it automatical
Alexander stretched his leg, straightening from the huge executive chair in the CEO's office as he walked to the broad glass window overlooking the city's scape. "I can't believe my dear brother enjoyed this for so long," he muttered, running his finger along the window. He'd been occupying Julian's position for the past week, and his “coronation” was due in two days' time.A knock at the door had him frowning. "Come in," he rasped curtly. The door opened, and a man in an all-too-familiar gray suit entered."Greetings, young master.""Ah, Mr. Ashluxe, to what do I owe this unprecedented surprise?" Alexander asked, walking back to his chair and taking a seat."May I?" The man, Mr. Ashluxe, gestured to the chair opposite Alexander.Alexander smirked. "No, no, you may not. Whatever you want to do, say it while standing up.""W... well, young master, I just wanted to let you know that the other b-board of directors are getting anxious. The stocks have been plummeting lower since the past
Julian couldn't think straight as he speed-walked back into the house. His mind was gradually becoming foggy, and the edges of his vision darkened. He faintly heard Leslie's voice, but the throbbing in his head made it hard for him to think of anything other than getting rid of the pain. "I'm a mistake. I wasn't supposed to be born. No wonder, no wonder Mother always looked at me like I was dirt. I am dirt, just a stupid mistake, a product of assault," those vile words kept pressing hard on him as he felt pressure clamping down on his neck. He managed to enter his serene office miraculously. Suddenly, Leslie's petite frame was hugging him from behind,her soft body aligning with his."Julian," she rasped, her voice sounding pained like she could physically feel all the turmoil he was going through. Unlike any other time, he didn't push her away. He turned to face her and sank into her comforting embrace, his hands trembling at their sides."Calm down, my love," Leslie said, patting hi
All eyes turned to the stage. It was the pudgy man with blond beards and a bald head from the conference meeting. "Thank you for your attention. My name is Flin Fletcher, the chief human resources manager of Blackwood Industries, and I just want to say a few words regarding our soon-to-be new CEO of Blackwood Industries," the man- Flin Fletcher said as he organized his note cards and prepared for a heartfelt speech. Vanessa rolled her eyes in boredom as Mr. Flin began his speech. Even Alexander, who looked intrigued at the beginning of the speech, lost all gusto as it dragged on. Eleanor suddenly appeared behind Alexander. “Alex,” she called out crisply, surprising Alexander and Vanessa as they turned towards her. She'd never used that tone on Alex before. Eleanor, clad in a golden silk dress with a tight black belt around her waist, looked stunning. Only if you'd looked closer, you'd notice her tired eyes and overly pale skin. “You look stunning, mother,” Alexander drawled, looki
A woman clad in a shimmering violet dress came out from backstage to the stage. She pushed a wheelchair forward, and the directors and reporters gasped when they realized who it was. Alexander gulped audibly, his eyes taking on a dazed expression."No, no, this can't happen," he muttered."Welcome, Jane," Leslie said to the girl as Jane pushed the wheelchair forward."Isn't that Mr. Marcus in the wheelchair?" a reporter gasped, and the crowd muttered amongst themselves.Vanessa squirmed uncomfortably, her heart thumping unusually fast in her seat as she muttered through gritted teeth, "Fix this, Alexander!. What are you waiting for?""This is indeed Mr. Marcus, the man who took the fall for the accident and was said to have gone into hiding to escape the penalties. But do you want to know what really happened?" Julian asked, his voice carrying authority."Yes, tell us, Master Blackwood!" the reporters shouted. "Tell us! Tell us!"Leslie placed an arm on Julian, giving him a reassuring
“Stop him!” Julian yelled, his heart thumping in his chest at the thought of the stolen golden seal. Immediately, elite guards from all angles in the hall appeared and chased after the escaping Alexander. Julian, too, joined in the chase as Leslie followed in tow, not leaving her husband's side.“Move, you motherfuckers!” Alexander yelled, pushing people away from him. “Get out of my way!” He managed to bypass the security at the front and broke free. Though his muscles ached, he continued running. *This is my final chance. I can't back down now. I won't let them get to me, no!. With this seal, I'll be made for life. I don't need them!, I don't need anyone!,* he thought.The financial district where Blackwood Manor was located housed many important industries—banks, malls, jewelry brands—making it one of the busiest streets in Hudson. Sweat trickled down Alexander's face as he looked through his peripheral vision and saw the elite guards in their black-and-gold ensemble searching fo
The sun had set, giving way to the moon as it shone brightly in the night sky. The temperatures had dropped a few degrees as the chilly air surrounded the area. Julian and Leslie, hand in hand, walked to the ambulance situated in a small area away from the bank. Reporters were everywhere, trying to get them to answer questions, but thankfully, the guards were present."Where is he?" Julian's voice came out gruff as he questioned a doctor on standby. As if on cue, a stroller covering a body with a white blanket approached. Julian's hand shook despite his control, and Leslie held onto it tightly, reassuring as she provided him with the strength he needed. The stroller stopped in front of him, and he raised the blanket up, his heart thumping. He couldn't describe the feelings or the emotions he felt seeing Alexander's corpse: sadness, joy, relief, anger, guilt—it all swirled around him like a lake of sharks chomping hard on his insides."ALEXANDER!" A voice from behind called. Eleanor,
Two months. It had been two months since Alexander's demise. Everything seemed to have fallen into place. Julian fired each and every single board of directors, got reinstated as the CEO, and made back profits and deals worth more than he'd made all year. Now seated on the luxurious couch in the living room, his eyes trailed to Leslie's painting, the one near the fireplace. His therapist had praised him for using hobbies like playing the piano to help with his PTSD and also advised him to take up painting. Leslie had somehow made him spill it out, and now she gave him lessons every now and then, even though he sucked at it. His mind went back to the night he'd seen her putting up her paintings around the living room. He chuckled to himself. She was so scared then, but now she didn't even bat an eyelid before putting him in his place. He glanced at the time again and chuckled. "Thank goodness I told her to get ready an hour earlier.""I'm ready!" Leslie cooed in a sing-song voice as