~ DAVID HARGROVE ~ I observed the monitor displaying in the conference room, where everyone mingled and settled into their seats for the meeting and announcements. They weren’t happy with the CEO’s office sending out this unexpected announcement and meeting. No one knew what its purpose was about, and I’ll enjoy this meeting. I’ll make these moves he’s always wanted to. I’d planned every step with care to carve out the dead weight and those who’re holding me back. My family doesn’t present themselves to the world as united. They’re as vicious with each other as they are with perfect strangers. Sometimes they were worse. I had to address divided members before they caused more problems. I sent a text to Jake, and I felt still curious about Maria’s situation, and I did not intend to uncover any trouble there. [How is it going? Any difficulty?] [So far, so good.] I couldn’t help but smile.
~ DAVID HARGROVE ~ “I don’t care Richard. No. You are out. Gone. I won’t debate this. You can leave now.” My Uncle Richard stood before me sputtering and protesting for the better part of an hour. He refused to listen or learn anything new. He wouldn’t carry a phone, take a computer class, use a computer, or any type of modern technology beyond the early seventies. “I’m your uncle.” He believed his relation to the founder entitled him to sit and receive payment. My uncle didn’t believe he had to do anything beyond the bare minimum. “I don’t care. You haven’t maintained your education and kept up with technology. I can’t email you or text you. Which means you can’t function within the modern business environment without assistance and in this business that exposes us to an extra layer of unnecessary staff that can be corrupted, blackmailed, or infiltrated. You have had a successful run and it’s time for you to retire along with my fathe
~ DAVID HARGROVE ~ With Jacqueline in jail, Sabrina kept leaving messages for me. I’d texted her and told her not to come to Belgrave Tech because it wouldn’t be appropriate. Security found her mother trespassing there, which led to her arrest. I’d avoided her so far. Now I have my family and businesses secured. It’s time to break it off with Sabrina. I would not confront Sabrina because she’s about as sharp as a butter knife. Just like Sabrina and Jacqueline, I, too, need years of games and gossip. Because if I didn’t, they would get what they desired, and I would become trapped. To prevent that, I know I’m forced to make this a public issue. Jacqueline and Sabrina will not go unscathed by this when I’m done. They won’t hold their position and status when I’m done with them. My first step. I have videos for specific individuals. Influencers, friends, family, and business associates have made videos for Jacqueline and Sabrina
~ SABRINA VINES~ “No! That’s not true. I’m my mother’s heir! I’m her daughter.” “You’re nothing to her. She has no heir. Jacqueline doesn’t have a next generation of anything. Please. That’s a lie, she’s fed you and you know it. Just to keep you in line so you will do what she wants. Look at you right now. You’re here right now trying to pressure me to pressure the police to release her from jail. I’ve no involvement in that. Did you realize that? Besides being the person, she barged in on at the office. I’m not the one pressing the charges. You see it’s the company who’s pressing the charges on my behalf. I’m the witness, nothing more.” “That’s crazy. You own Belgrave Tech.” “Yes, I own controlling shares. But it acts as its own entity. Oh, Sabrina, dear. This is why Father took away your chances at controlling Belgrave Tech when he learned Jacqueline was buying your grades.” Maria had the nerve to roll her eyes.
~ MARIA BELGRAVE ~ We sat there as Josy came back in with coffee and tea. She looked like she was about to explode with her emotions. Confusion, excitement, anger, and frustration all played over her face. She didn’t hide it from me, but she held it back. Josy noticed my control over the situation. “Fine Sabrina let’s sit down with some coffee and listen to this. Then we’ll talk about it, feel about it, and then what we’ll do about it. We knew she’d screwed me over, but surprise! When you hear what she’s done to you! Oh boy! Just listen.” “Just play it.” I couldn’t help it. I had to set up the situation for her. Sort of prepare her for what she should expect. Sabrina did not know what awaited her. Jake’s investigator had found an audio file Jacqueline was using to blackmail the arsonist with. [What about your daughter? Should I wait for her to leave before I start?] [No, I don’t care where she is.
~ MARIA BELGRAVE ~ I sat on David Hargrove’s lap and poured him champagne as I listened to him plot with his assistant. They intended to wage war on a rival company I knew. David expected no one to lead the firm when the owner died. He crowed to Jake, his assistant, about having signed contracts today that sealed his control. I didn’t listen to too much. I’ve learned I’ve no role in his business and no influence. He’s oblivious to his mistake. It’s pointless to speak. Everything’s lost, including David. “Jake, I hope Sabrina received her copy of the contract. We’ll discuss the announcement another time. Old Belgrave just needs to put his other foot in his grave.” David said. Jake nodded, and they laughed in enjoyment of their plot. While I died a slow death on the inside. “Then the competition will end. She’ll sign Belgrave Tech over. Then, I won’t need her, and my family’s screwed.” David Hargrove dragged me to this club. He’d insisted he needed t
~ MARIA BELGRAVE ~ “Are you there, Miss Belgrave?” Mr. Edwards asked. Oh, God, my father’s dead. I’m alone. There’s no one coming to save me. No apologies. No redemption. He’s gone. How do I mourn someone I hate yet loved? It hurts. I blinked at the phone as my senses returned. “Oh, yes. I’m here. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting this.” My voice breaks. I can’t cry and damage my makeup. I must return to the club. The bouncers won’t let me in if I’m a mess. “Miss. Belgrave you have an appointment with me at nine tomorrow morning and your presence is mandatory.” His words were firm, yet urgent, as if it wasn’t a choice. This call and his other attempts at calling me over the last month made no sense. How had he found my number? Until tonight, I never answered him. “Why? I was disinherited years ago. You need to check your records.” I wouldn’t be doing anything without assurances there weren’t mistakes. There’s no way I’ll be the famil
~ MARIA BELGRAVE ~ Outside cabs waited for clubgoers. I gave one the address of the condo David maintained for me and sat back. That’s my last glimpse of David. With my other phone, I dialed a number. “Hi, Josy love. Can I still stay on your sofa for a few nights?” “Maria hon. My door’s always open for you. Stay as long as you need. Did he kick you out? Or did you leave him? No, you can tell me when you arrive.” A female voice said. “It’s worse Josy. I need a friend. Who’s willing to help. When I say I need a big favor it’s an understatement. Yeah, we’ll talk. You can say no. If you don’t want to help. I’m just running out of options.” “I’ll have tea ready. Girl, you know I’ll help you hide the body.” Josephine (Josy) Soaper’s been my best friend since I left home. I cried again. It’s too much. My body turned icy as I accepted my father’s death. I’d never fix things with him. If I screw up, I’m on my