Chapter 6 - Expressions of Emotion

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Ken found himself struggling to articulate the scene he had witnessed at the mansion. The woman he had just escorted to her new home, the bride, was not the gentle soul he had expected. Instead, she seemed to be a simmering volcano, ready to erupt at any moment. Holding the tablet nervously, he glanced at Lucian, his boss, attempting to buy some time. "I'm still trying to detect if there are any errors," he lied, trying to come up with an explanation.

Lucian sighed and frowned. "That isn't your job, Ken. I'll check it myself," he declared, his voice firm. "Now hand over the tab to me," he commanded, expecting compliance.

Ken stood still, contemplating his options. He couldn't possibly prevent his boss from viewing the contents of the tablet, but perhaps he could delete the incriminating evidence...

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Lucian warned, sensing Ken's intention to erase whatever had been captured. "Whatever it is you're trying to hide from me, show it to me now, or else I'll make you regret it," he threatened, his tone chilling.

Ken trembled to his core, fully aware of Lucian Creed's intimidating nature. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly handed over the tablet. "I apologize, sir," he muttered, his voice filled with feigned contrition. "I wasn't trying to hide or delete anything," he lied once again, his knack for deception has become second nature since he started working for the Creed family.

To his surprise, Lucian's reaction was sudden and explosive. "What the hell!" he exclaimed as he watched the scene unfolding on the screen. It was difficult to discern whether it was a movie or reality. Lucian turned his gaze to Ken, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Care to explain?" he demanded, his secretary standing before him, stunned.

Ken approached cautiously. "Rather than me explaining, it would be better if you watched it from the beginning," he suggested, pressing play to show his boss the saved video.

As Lucian watched the footage, he found himself captivated. A grin spread across his face, reaching from ear to ear. He had always been aware of the maid's rudeness, as his guests often complained about her behavior, but he had never personally witnessed it until now. "Wow... It's like watching a movie," he whispered. "And the new Mrs. Creed is no pushover," he laughed aloud, clearly entertained.

"Well, sir, while you may find her strong character amusing, I think it's something we should be concerned about," Ken pointed out, his expression reflecting worry. "This isn't normal," he added

Confused, Lucian asked, "What do you mean? I think her angry expression is quite cute."

Ken exhaled, handing a documented file to Lucian. "I swear I didn't know about this aspect of her until the detective brought the file a few hours ago," he quickly added, eager to distance himself from any blame, better safe than sorry.

Curious, Lucian took the file from Ken's hands. "What's this about?" he inquired, his interest piqued.

"Well... There's no easy way to say it, but she is mentally unstable," Ken blurted out, revealing the shocking revelation. "In a bad way,"

Lucian, seemingly unsurprised, retorted, "That's obvious, isn't it?"

"Actually, sir, it's worse than you think," He informed him, his tone laced with concern.

"Can you just go straight to the point and stop net picking? it's annoying," Lucian ordered, slightly perplexed.

Sighing, Ken pointed to the file. "It's all in there, sir," he responded.

Lucian glanced at the file in his hand and then shifted his gaze to his secretary. Placing the file down with a thud, "You know just how much I hate reading information on a piece of paper, right?" He said, expressing his preference for hearing information directly from another person rather than reading it from a piece of paper.

"Go on, tell me about this 'craziness' my new wife possesses," he instructed, settling more comfortably on the sofa, eager to hear the intriguing news that could aid him in his quest to dismantle the Dolman family.

Ken began, as he picked up the file and opened it. "According to the information we found, she seems to have a severe anger issue," he shared.

"And that's the extent of her craziness?" Lucian queried, initially expecting her to be more than just an angry individual.

"That's how it's described in the file. While it's normal to feel anger, her reactions take it to another level. You saw how she dealt with the maid," Ken replied.

"So what? I would have done the same. Just hearing a common maid speak rudely makes me want to lose it. That shouldn't be a concern, Ken," Lucian dismissed, expressing his indifference toward the matter. This is why he detested gathering information from files when he could simply hear it firsthand from the person's matter, he'd gone through just because of it. "Is there anything else to report?" he asked, his irritation evident.

"Yes, sir," Ken confirmed, flipping through the file. "Ah, here it says that her departure from London was related to that incident."

"What incident?" Lucian inquired, intrigued.

"It says here that during her graduation ceremony, she got into a fight with a girl and two boys," Ken revealed, pausing momentarily.

Frowning, Lucian probed further. "What happened next?"

"After the fight... the three of them were rushed to the hospital. While both boys lost their sight, the girl died," Ken finished, shock evident in his voice. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, turning the documents around. "That's all?"

Lucian fell silent for a moment, contemplating the new information. "Did the file mention the reason behind the fight?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"No, sir, it didn't," Ken responded. "Those incompetent fools. I specifically instructed them to gather all the details... Why are there..."

Cutting Ken off, Lucian sighed. "Well, anger itself can't be considered an illness," he mused, attempting to make sense of what he had just learned.

"But it's associated with Intermittent Explosive Disorder, sir," Ken interjected, providing further insight.

Lucian turned to him, seeking clarification. "Explosive what??"

"It IED sir, and It stands for...," Ken began.

"I know what IED means, Ken," Lucian interjected, waving him off. " But what does that have to do with her?" He questioned,

"The Information here says she is a severe I.E.D. Patenint," He reported,

"SO?" I don't think that's the case here," he disagreed, rejecting Ken's assertion. "Anger is a manifestation of various emotions that one cannot control," he stated. "And I wouldn't be surprised if all of this stemmed from the toxic and deceitful family she comes from—parents who feel no qualms about lying and attempting to sell their own daughter," he continued, trailing off.

"But what about her friend's death?" Ken pressed, wanting to delve further.

"We'll have to hear it from her directly," Lucian declared, a smirk forming on his lips. He seemed satisfied with the newfound knowledge.

"If you say so, sir," Ken responded nonchalantly.

"How much time do we have until the weekend?" Lucian inquired.

"Three days, sir. The weekend is approaching," Ken replied.

"Good," Lucian commanded, refocusing his attention on the file before him. 

Ken stood there, staring at his boss in disbelief. He realized that the information he had just uncovered was far from ordinary. If Mira Creed had truly taken someone's life, she wouldn't have been left alone. However, something had transpired, and those incompetent investigators he had hired had only provided him with half the story. He planned to give them a piece of his mind once they returned to London. Who would have guessed that the seemingly innocent Mrs. Creed harbored such an incurable affliction? Lucian might not want to accept it, but he had witnessed enough madness in his life to recognize that Mira Dolman was indeed an I.E.D. patient. Sooner or later, his boss would have to acknowledge this fact as well.

"Is there anything else?" Lucian inquired, breaking Ken out of his reverie.

"Oh... nothing, sir. I was just wondering if there's anything else you need," Ken lied.

"Oh yeah..." Lucian glanced at his empty cup. "I need a refill," he stated, a smile crossing his face.

Confused, Ken looked at the boss's table, where a jug of black coffee was already present. "What are you saying, sir? There is..." he started to say, but then he noticed Lucian's red eyes.

"You were saying?" Lucian interrupted, glaring at him.

"Oh... nothing, sir," Ken replied, waving his hand dismissively, while inwardly sweating profusely. "I just wanted to know if you needed more sugar," he added, smiling nervously as he approached the jug of black coffee.

"No, Ken. What I need right now is some peace and quiet, unless you want to assist me with my work," Lucian snapped, clearly irritated.

"Of course not, sir. I'll leave you to your work then," Ken hurriedly replied, pouring the black coffee.

"Bastard, not even a little help," Lucian muttered under his breath, frowning at the pile of documents before him.