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Claire felt she was going to run mad. Axel had not even given her time to process the news of the Portuguese visiting, when he hit her with the information that he had bought her a new apartment. But where had he bought it? In the damn penthouse building! Claire shuddered to think how much it had cost. That was another debt she could never repay, in this lifetime or the next.Was he so bent on keeping her working for him? The million dollar breach of contract fee was high enough already. What was this sick game he was playing? She didn't have time to think about it. She needed to work on her Portuguese, at least brush up on the basics before the others arrived.Donald returned within an hour, thankfully."Hey!" She waved him over. "Could you help me?"He proved to be quite the helper, because he predicted so many possible things that could be discussed in the meeting. They spent the next hour polishing her intonation and dialect, until Axel stormed into the office."The clients are he
Paul's expression made Claire think she was in serious trouble. She reached for the file he held up, her hands shaking."No need." Paul took a sheet of paper out of the big brown envelope. "The lab says there is nothing wrong with you." Axel furrowed his brows. "Why did she pass out severally, then?"Paul cocked his head at Claire. "Same thing I would like to ask her."Claire looked from one to the other. "What are you insinuating, Paul? That I faked the passing out? What, did I fake the fever too?"He chuckled. "No one is accusing you of anything, Claire. You're not such a convincing liar."Claire did not know whether to feel relieved or insulted. "So why are the tests saying there is nothing wrong with me?"Paul pulled out another sheet of paper. "Well, you do seem to have a little dehydration, your blood count is a little low, nothing too serious.""Any infection?" Axel asked."Oh Lord, when does it end?" She mumbled under her breath."What was that, young lady?" Axel scolwed at he
Paul took a deep breath. "Axel is terrified of losing you, Claire."Claire snorted. "Sure. That's why he's been acting like a big dickhead all day?"Paul gave her a slightly annoyed look. "You've been swearing since I came in, Claire. Is there something I've done wrong?"She rubbed her face with her hands. "I'm sorry, Paul, it's just… even Lisa has not driven me to wits end like Axel has today. Nothing I do is ever enough."Paul smiled. "I understand. He is a very tasking employer, but you should learn to take it in stride." He tilted his head towards her. "Could it be, my dear, that you have been expecting some kind of preferential treatment simply because you are his self proclaimed woman?"Claire turned crimson. She puffed her cheeks and blew out a breath."I just didn't expect him to be so real, so serious, you know."Paul placed a hand on her shoulder. "If he treats you this way at home, by all means, complain. But out here, you two are strangers, Claire. He's your boss, a CEO, a
Axel did not know what to do about the information he had just received. He knew it was no coincidence that a man who had been found to have a hand in killing him was right outside his door. He kept a very straight face as Leo greeted him."I'm in a conference meeting." He nodded to the seats outside. "Hold on for a few minutes." Leo gave him a beguiling smile. "Certainly, Mr. Lysander. I will wait."Axel shut the door in his face and pulled out his phone. He dialled Donald's number and he picked up immediately."Hey, I'm almost at the office. What's up?""Leo Morris is here." There was an edge to his voice that wasn't there before. Donald hummed. "What's wrong? Surely, you are not so upset by the scumbag's presence to have called me?""Jubril called me a few minutes ago. They found out Leo Morris had a hand in the bombing." He said curtly. "Now the son of a bitch who tried to kill me shows up at my door. What do you expect me to think?"Donald pressed his foot down on the gas pedal
Leo Morris sped out of the office premises and put his phone on the holder by the dashboard. He dialled the last contact he had called before going into the office."Hello?"Leo turned into the road to the airport. "It's done. What's the status?""Strike complete." The person on the other end sounded downright cheerful. "Do you think he would open the box?"Leo drummed on the steering wheel. "He's not an idiot. But the box has served his purpose. Let me know when the girl is confirmed dead.""Certainly. Are you leaving now?"Leo cackled. "Do you think I would get that far?" "So what are you going to do now?"He only laughed more. "Go somewhere no one can find me."**************Claire knew real terror the moment the men broke through the door. Bullets sprayed over the room, penetrating the thin walls of the changing corner they hid. Paul came up firing, and he got down two men. A bullet whizzed past his ear and he hunkered down again. "How many rounds are in this thing?" He yelled t
The drive back to the penthouse building was made in total silence. The coldness diffusing from his body sent chills through Claire's skin. He sat in front with Donald, as stiff as a block of ice, while she say behind with Jenise. They had left the mess behind for Jubril's men to clean, and piled into the car with Donald behind the wheelGoosebumps had spread all over Jenise's skin. Claire knew she was terrified, but she just didn't want to show it. Jenise had lost a very dear friend, from all indications, and she was immensely shaken by the violent way he had gone. Axel had ordered that the details of the shooting match be concealed as best as they could.A phone rang, disrupting the stifling silence. Axel stared straight ahead, not lifting a finger."It's yours, Axel." Donald prompted.He shifted unseeing eyes to him. "What?""Your phone." Donald nodded at his pocket. "It's ringing."He fumbled for it and pulled it out. Axel stared blankly at the screen before taking the call."Fath
Axel could not believe his ears. "What did you say, Father?""It's true." The woman, whose name Axel was yet to register in his mind, preened and wiggled her left fingers to show off her ring. "It was only after my wedding that I got my invitation to the council."Axel scoffed. "What kind of a rule is that? This isn't the 90's, for goodness sake." His eyes drifted to his father, but the old man gave him an innocent look. Axel did not buy it even one bit. He knew his father had somehow managed to manipulate things to turn out that way, but he was not in the right frame of mind to be patronizing."Why don't you go on the board, Father?" He retorted. "You're married." Silence descended on the room like a blanket. Axel made a tsk sound and excused himself. He made it to the car without remembering anything tragic that had happened that day, but the emotions came pouring all over again when his eyes met the sad ocean that was now hers.Axel did not know what to say to Claire. He did not
Lisa flung open the door to her father's office and marched in with rage."What is Leo Morris doing here?" She demanded.Her father lifted his head from the paper he was reading and regarded her coolly."I sent for him." He shut the paper and threw it down on his desk. "It's about time someone else started cleaning up your mess."Lisa gave him a look. "What mess?"He scoffed. "Did you think I would not find out about your sorry attempt to kill Claire McLennie?"She shut the door behind her. "How did you find out about that?"He waved her off. "Never mind how I knew you were behind the bombing. What I want to know is just how stupid you are to carry out an assassination attempt on the Lysander's son."Lisa pulled a seat across from him and plopped into it. "Axel was not supposed to be there. It was just Donald, and he was meant to be collateral damage."He clucked his tongue. "Look how that turned out.""I don't understand, Father. Why Morris? Why would you bring in the man who made me