Cohen played the voice recorded audio repeatedly and listened to it, driving home. He listened to it for the last time and smiled, excited and impressed at the great job he did.He slowly drove into the compound and, sighting Anna’s car in the parking lot, he smiled. “It’s good you are home.” He whispered.He parked his car beside her car and put his phone in his pocket. He got down from his car and composed himself so the anger in him won't take over once he sees Anna.He entered the living room and saw Anna climbing the stairs.“Anna…” he called in a low voice, walking with a beam on his face. He stopped at the living room center, between the sofa and eyed her walked closer to him.She arrived in front of him and, seeing the cute smile she hadn't seen on his face in a while, she believed something great must have happened, so she also wore a smile.“Darling…” she called. “Why are you home early today? Hope there's no problem?”“Not at all,” he answered, beaming brighter. He bit the l
{Years ago}“Calm down, Cohen…” Anna consoled, sitting beside Cohen on a bed, in a dark room with a ray of red light, turning on and off.Cohen was sitting, frozen. His eyes widened with terror, as if he was staring into the abyss of his own soul. His face is ashen, drained of all color, with a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.His mouth hung open, suspended in a silent scream, while his chest heaved with ragged gasps.“What have I just done?” He let out, staring at his trembling hand.His fingers seem to grasp for something, anything, wishing to undo the irreparable harm and his arms dangle, unable to embrace the reality of his actions.“This isn't real… it is a nightmare!” He screamed, caging his head in his hands.Anna crawled her bottom on the bed, moving closer till their skins touched each other. “Cohen, this is real. It's not a nightmare, but reality you need to face,” she let out in a low, persuading voice. She moved his head closer and laid it on her chest. “You just
{Back to the present}“Cohen, what have you done for yourself…” Cohen questioned himself, thinking back to the past.“I shouldn't have done that…” he whispered, recollecting how he destroyed himself with a wrong decision.He thought everything was fine then, not knowing his deeds would come back to haunt and ruin him in the future, and now, it didn't take away only his peace, but also his happiness, and he didn't see himself been happy ever again if he ever make another silly decision or make a wrong move.He relaxed his head on the car seat backrest and tears flooded out of his red eyes, following his cheek line to his mouth, while some streamed to his chin and fell on his chest.He stretched his hands above his head and nodded once. “Had I known, I wouldn't have done that…” he blamed himself, and burst into more uncontrollable tears. “I shouldn't have believed she would help me. I should have reported to the police,”He sniffed and licked his lips, making his tongue come out a bit. “
Cohen parked beside the road and picked up his phone.He put his phone in his coat pocket and had a glance at the Echo smart pen in his hand. “Let's do this, Cohen.” He encouraged himself. He removed the car key and got down.He closed the car door and looked left and right before he crossed to the restaurant.He entered the restaurant, and a server approached him immediately as he sat down.“What will you like to have, sir?” The server asked with a welcoming smile on her face.Cohen slightly raised his gaze to look at her face, with a sour smile on his face. “I am fine for now, will let you know when I need anything.” He let out.“Okay. Thanks for your patronage.” The server let out and walked away, maintaining her smile.{Thirty-three minutes later}Cohen curiously sat down, switching between looking at his wrist and staring at the road the next second.“Won't he come?”“Did he think I was lying?”“Didn't he receive the message?”“No, he definitely received the message. I am sure he
Bastian's eyes were turning outrageously red, matching the level of rage boiling in him while having the conversation with Cohen.He ground his teeth with each other and refused to take his eyes off him. He slowly lifted his left hand and pointed it straight into Cohen’s nose.“Cohen, this isn't a warning. It is a threat. Try shit with Patricia and see the unexpected. Think you can mess with her and I will show you the other side of me no one has seen before,” he threatened. He put his hand down on his thigh and shook his head, snickering.“And, trust me, you will regret seeing that side of me because it is notorious. Especially when it has to do with Patricia.”Cohen blew a heavy air with his mouth and wiped his forehead, shifting his hand a bit to avoid touching his plastered injury. “Bastian…” he called and paused for a moment, giving Bastian a space to respond.Bastian changed his face direction, slightly staring away from Cohen’s face. “What?” He let out in a rude tone.“Does Pat
“Bastian, just be-” Cohen wanted to continue speaking, but Bastian interrupted.Bastian furrowed his face, showing he had no interest in the conversation again. “Cohen, let's forget about that and discuss why I am here,”“I shouldn't be having this conversation with you.” Bastian let out.Cohen snickered. “Why? Hun?” He asked.Bastian blew air with his mouth, ignoring Cohen’s question. “If this is why I am here, should I leave?”“Okay, if that's what you want. Anything is fine by me,” Cohen uttered with a smile on his face. He dug his hand into his coat pocket and took out Echo smart pen. “This is it.” He proclaimed, placing it on the table.Bastian frowned his forehead, confused. “What’s this?” He inquired.“An evidence,” Cohen gave a simple response, explaining, “this is a voice recording of my conversation with chairman Hewitt confessing he was behind everything that happened.”Bastian stared at him, confused. “Chairman Hewitt was behind it?! He is the culprit?!” He let out, amazed
Bastian drove into Maximo company, and immediately as he parked, Cohen’s call came into his phone.He turned off the car key and took off the seat belt. He picked his phone and received the call.“Hello,” Cohen greeted, introducing, “it’s me, Cohen.”“I know.” Bastian uttered with the transparent of smile in his voice.“Humm…” Cohen made a long sound.“What’s it? Wanna tell me something?” Bastian asked in a friendly tone, trying to signify that he had an interest in whatever Cohen has to say.“Bastian, please, keep this a secret.” Cohen requested.“What?” Bastian asked, unclear.“Don't let Patricia know I give you the evidence. Please.” Cohen pleaded.“Why?” Bastian interrogated. “This is a favor. You aren't causing any harm, so why shouldn't I let her know?” Cohen sighed, and with the transparent of a little smile, he split out. “I just don't want her to know, and I will appreciate it if you can do that.”Bastian nodded, comprehending. “Okay,” he let out. “That isn't hard to do, but
“This may not end soon because I will make sure you pay for this, along with every crime you committed in the past.” Bastian threatened.Chairman Hewitt sighed, frustrated. He closed his eyes and opened them before the eyelids could touch each other, looking at the ground.He didn't expect Bastian to go that wide, and that was the reason he intended to speak with a cool tone, but since Bastian didn't plan to take things easy, he also opted to be himself.He instantly wore a fearless look and up at Bastian in the face. “Do you think you have what it takes to fight me?”“It’s not about what it takes, sir, victory matters.” Bastian voiced out.“Bastian, why don't you just give up before it’s too late?” Chairman Hewitt asked.Bastian smiled. “I'm supposed to laugh at what you just said, but I can't bring myself to do it…” he let out. He paused and laughed for a few seconds.“I am sorry, sir…” he apologized. He stopped laughing, and as he opened his mouth to talk, he had the urge to laugh a
To my dear readers,Thanks for embarking on the journey of my first novel. Your time, coins, gems, and comments mean a lot, and it's the reason I keep going until the end.While writing this book, some left comments to criticize my works and I appreciate them all. I will make use of them and put more effort into avoiding such mistakes (grammatical, word usage, and construction of the plot) in my next books. I am a new author and still finding my way and I promise to work harder and better to make every coin and time you spend on my works worth it.Cohen and Patricia's story ends here, but we will still meet them in the next books in the series.As planned, I want to continue to create the characters' universe for them because of the impact they make in this complete novel. I hope you will stay with me and keep giving your support.If things go as planned, we will have another five amazing journeys to embark on in this series and the next books to come are for:1. Ailee and Bastian.2.
-THREE MONTHS LATER-“What are you doing, Cohen?” Patricia challenged as Cohen slowly reversed the car. “Aren’t we going to pick the kid at the school anymore?”“We will.” Cohen answered as he drove into the other lane and headed toward their street.“Then why are you reversing? Why are you heading back home?” She questioned.“I forgot something at home.” Cohen informed.“What did you forget? Hun?” she asked, looking at him with a side of her eyes.“My phone.” Cohen responded.“Why must we go back to pick up your phone? It will take less than an hour to get back home. Can’t you just let’s go?” She queried.“I can’t because I am a business owner. I mustn’t stay away from my phone.” Cohen gave an excuse with his eyes fixed on the road ahead.“It’s the weekend, Cohen. No one will call you today. Stop giving excuses and let’s pick the kids. We shouldn’t keep them waiting for a long time.” Patricia said.“I’m not going because of business, but I need to pay fees before we can take the kids
Cohen discharged a deep breath as he walked out of the bathroom. He paused for a second and rounded his hands over his waist, forgetting what he wanted to do next at that moment.A thought passed through his mind and he wiped his right hand over his face with the left still on the waist.Patricia’s phone rang, and he walked to the cabinet on the bedside and picked it up. “Who could be?” He wondered with his eyes furrowed, confused, and before he could turn to the door, the call ended and a message came into her eyes.Since Patricia’s phone was always unlocked, Cohen saw the message’s content and his eyes enlarged as a surprised tone escaped his mouth. “Hun!”He bit his lower lip and after a few second thought, he reached a conclusion and instantly swiped the message to the left to delete it. He returned the phone to the bed cabinet and rushed out of the room.He arrived in the sitting room and saw his mother watching the TV while Elsie was packing their breakfast out of the kitchen an
“Who is here for me?” Anna threw a question at the security officer escorting her out of the room, showing no interest in meeting the person. The security officer opened the door for her and immediately as she sighted Patricia, she veered around.Patricia quickly stood on her feet. “Is that how to treat a guest?” She threw a question. “Shouldn’t you at least stay to hear why I am here? Your daughter, Rachel, don’t you have any message you want to pass to her?”Patricia’s words made Anna’s feet froze, and she halted for a minute before she slowly veered around and walked to the chair and sat down. “I have no message for Rachel. She doesn’t deserve a mother like me. I don’t worth to be called a mother,” she poured out. “Tell me why you are here. I don’t want to talk with you.”Patricia discharged a deep breath and sighed. She stared at Anna with a pity and despite having a lot of things in her mind, she couldn’t open her mouth to talk at the moment.Anna sighed. “Take your eyes away fro
Anna abruptly opened the door and banged in, panting. “Ma! Ma! Ma!” She shouted, running towards Patricia’s desk.Patricia was shocked, and she couldn’t utter a word. Instead, she widened her eyes and watched Anna arrived in front of her desk before she could pull a word out. “What happened?” She asked, the worried in her voice cooperating with the concern in her voice.Anna breathed heavily as she bent her back and placed her hands on her knees.“What happened?!” Patricia raised her voice. She was getting more scared by Anna’s reaction.Anna panted for another second before she raised her hand and stood straight on her feet. “It’s him…” she uttered, but couldn’t complete her statement.She pointed her thumb at her back, crossing it over her shoulder without looking backward. “It’s him…” she continued, struggling to complete her statement but couldn’t.“It’s who?” Patricia asked, with her lips already quivering. “Calm yourself and talk, Anna. What happened? It’s who? Please, talk. You’
Ailee walked into the office and stood in front of Bastian’s head. She bowed her head, holding a file in her hand. “Good morning, sir,” she greeted, but Bastian, whose head was placed on the desk, didn’t respond to her.“Good morning, sir,” she greeted again, but still no response.She furrowed her face. “What’s wrong with him?” She asked herself in a low voice. She observed him for a second and bent a bit to check if he was sleeping, but his eyes were wide open, making her guess he was just lost in thought.She elevated her shoulder a bit with her mouth shaped to the left a little. “What’s wrong with him?” She asked herself put the file on the desk and let out. “The president said I should give this to you.”She eyed her for another few minutes and turned around to leave, but as she took three steps forward, she halted because she was worried and couldn’t leave Bastian in that situation.“Gosh…” she uttered and discharged a soft breath and, without giving her decision a second thought
Patricia heard a knock on the floor, and she stopped pressing her laptop. She glanced at her wristwatch. “8:05 Am? Who could it be?” She wondered.She stared at the door and raised her voice so it could reach the person. “Come in.” She permitted and immediately continued pressing her laptop.“Good morning, ma.”She heard a familiar voice and instantly raised her gaze. “Cohen?!” she exclaimed with her eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn’t say another word. Instead, she fixed her eyes on him and watched him stride closer.Cohen arrived in front of his desk and bowed his head. “Good morning, ma,” he greeted. He raised his head and crossed his hand behind him as he stared downward and slightly bent his neck to apologize. “I’m sorry I arrived late,”“I have to drop my mother at the hospital.” He exclaimed.“What are-” Patricia opened her mouth to talk, but Cohen interrupted her.“I’m sorry. I know that’s not an excuse. I shouldn’t involve family matters in business, but I have to sta
“Be careful…” Patricia cautioned Williams, who was already a few steps ahead of her out of the hospital and had been jumping around since the doctor said he was perfectly healthy now. There was no injection for him anymore.“Mom, please call Dad. This call for celebration. I am happy,” Williams let out. He stopped jumping, but couldn’t help pacing fast because he was so excited. He halted and glanced backward at his mother. “And don’t forget to invite Mr. Cohen as well. He needs to be there. I hope he is fine now and will have the strength to come.”“Sure, I will,” she agreed. She took a few steps closer to her and bent in his front. She passed the medicine nylon in her right hand to the left and placed it on Williams’s shoulder. “Williams, I know this won’t sound well with you or you won’t like it, but now that the truth is out and you know who Cohen is, you should change how you address him.”Williams furrowed his face as he raised his shoulder, stretching his hands beside him. “What
-Many weeks later-“Ma, it’s Mrs. Charlotte. She has been waiting for over two hours.” Anna proclaimed immediately as she entered the office. Patricia was working on a file, and Anna’s announcement made her halted. She raised her gaze and looked at Anna’s face. “Why did you keep her waiting?” She questioned. “You should have told her I was in a meeting.”“I did, but she insisted on staying, and Ailee told me to allow her. I even invited her to come into the office to wait for you, but she declined saying she doesn’t worth it.” Anna explained.Patricia sighed and closed the file on her desk. She stood and walked out of her seat, asking, “where is she now?”“At the third floor. She is waiting with others question,” Anna responded. Patricia had already walked to her side, and before she could add another word, Patricia increased her speed and already walked past her.Anna turned around and paced to Patricia with three steps between them. “You can stay. I will go call her.” She offered.