BRANDON'S POV I waited for some minutes to confirm that she was indeed fast asleep, then I closed my laptop and kept it aside. Tatiana was not a light sleeper, unlike Charlotte. Once she had fallen asleep she could not be awoken until the next day. I kissed her on the forehead to make sure. There was no response. I found Emile wiping down the kitchen drowsily. “The kitchen is not your only station, you know". I said to her. She started, then turned around, her eyes were puffy. “The housekeeper said it is". She yawned and tossed the rag she was holding aside. My housekeeper was a sour old man even I barely saw. But he was efficient, because the house ran smoothly, despite his absence. My mother would have raised hell if it didn't. “Make two cups of coffee ". I said, sitting at the table. I rapped my fingers on the table as she did, watching her work. She placed the two cups before me when she was done and I pushed one back to her, gesturing her to sit. I took a sip
BRANDON'S POV Her nails raked at my face and I grunted, throwing her back. “What the hell is this?" I rubbed streaks of blood from my face. The woman was motionless on the floor. I stepped forward and pushed her over with my foot. It was Nat's sister, and blood was seeping from her ears and nostrils. “Get an ambulance" I said to Ava. “Move!" I roared when she stood motionless. She stumbled out of the office. I lifted the woman into my arms and hurried out after her. ** I paced the hall of the hospital anxiously waiting for the doctor. Nat's sister was rushed to the emergency room as soon as we got into the hospital. My secretary sat quietly in one of the chairs, her eyes following me as I paced. “You should see about that ankle" I turned to her abrubtly, noticing that that her right ankle was purple and swollen. “It'll get worse if you don't". She looked blankly at the injured limb and nodded. She seemed to be in a shock. Someone walked up to me. “The press are causing a
Any call coming from Ava gave me an uncomfortable feeling now. There always seemed to be some bad news after another. “Yeah?" I asked her, one hand lightly drumming the steering wheel. I was on my way home after another horrible day, in which Xhing had finally pulled out, unable to trust our integrity with all the legal cases against us. May's mother had finally showed up, and like Kareem predicted, she dragged us to court too. It was obvious someone or some people were behind this. And I intended to fish them out and make them suffer after all this was over. “Sir". She cleared her throat. “The communication system is down. Some workers are reporting that important documents have been deleted". I sagged, hitting the brakes. A car honked behind me but I ignored it, resting my head on the steering. “What?" I whispered. What had I even done to deserve this? “It's an urgent situation, sir. What would you like me to do?" “Call Adrian". I replied, hitting the gas aga
CHARLOTTE'S POV I was watching a documentary on archeological findings of dinosaurs and animals of the time when I heard the door bell. I jumped up happily to answer. I did not bother to check who it was, I assumed it was Jenn since she said she'd be coming around soon. She hadn't specified a day, but I knew she'd want to surprise me. She came at a good time, we use to watch such documentaries together. It was going to be fun for old times sake. I met a very unwelcome sight when I opened the door. “Tatiana?" Her back was turned to me. She spun around. “So it's this place. I should have just come here first." She eyed me from head to toe. “Hi Lettie. You don't look bad". I couldn't resist. “Am I supposed to look bad?" I asked. She shrugged. “Remember when we use to fantasize about what would happen if someone were locked in this house for a week? It didn't happen to you, apparently". I thought of her smirk that afternoon I found her and Brandon having it agains
BRANDON'S POV “Sir". Ava barged into my office. “I have it on good authority that Mr Adrian is missing". She said. I looked up slowly from my laptop. “What authority?" “His wife, sir. She said she hadn't heard from him in three days". I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes she may not hear from him in a month. How is this good authority?" “As at three days ago, he told her he'll be spending the next five days with her, for a function her father organized. He did not show up. The cabin where he'd been lodged in Australia is empty. The caretakers have no idea when he left". The second information wasn't so strange, but the first was. Adrian never went back on his word unless there was a very solid reason, and it always involved bad things. “When did you get this information?" I asked, already reaching for my phone to check on the others. “Just now sir". She replied. “I've informed the head of security, and he said he will take necessary action". “All right
JAMESON'S POV “Adrian Jerome is missing". I read out loud. “What?" Charlotte walked up to me and snatched the phone out of my hand, reading the message herself. “Oh God". She whispered. “What's happening?" “With what?" Jenn asked. She had been rummaging through cupboards. “Adrian Jerome is missing." Charlotte breathed. “Who the fuck is that?" She asked. “Another member of the Star Trust board". I replied. Jenn cocked her head. “What? In less than two weeks?" “Someone is after them" Charlotte whispered. “That should explain the letters?" Jenn half asked. I snapped my fingers. “Yes, you're right. Perhaps the killer had been threatening him". I began to pace, scenarios and possibilities forming in my head. “But Brandon thinks I've been sending the letters". Charlotte said. The room halted. “Fuck". I muttered. “So that means he thinks you're responsible for Nathaniel's death and Adrian's disappearance". Charlotte looked u
“Guys, I think that black car is following us" I said slowly, watching the back. The car was tinted so dark I could not see even a glimpse of the driver or passengers, if any. But it was gaining speed gradually. “Jameson?" I said, my voice a little higher. “Relax. They're on our side". Jameson said calmly. Oh. So there were passengers in the car. I relaxed in my seat. I trusted Jameson, to an extent. He would not want to sacrifice himself with us. “Do you really think Brandon will come for us?" Charlotte asked, wrapping her hands around her body. “It is certainly a possibility". Jameson replied, glancing at her. “The fact that Tatiana came to you a few days ago? He's got his eyes on you. And he believes you to be sending some letters. Adrian's disappearance will look like your work. From the look of things, it won't be long before things begin to add up". “What things?" I asked. He met my eyes through the rear mirror. “Our interferences with Star T
CHARLOTTE'S POV “What?" He said, looking confused. “I heard you and Jenn. I listened to the entire thing". I nodded at the realization on his face. “You don't get to decide if it's too late". “But isn't it?" He asked hopelessly. “Guys, I'm hungry". Jenn shouted. Our heads turned simultaneously to the sound of her voice.“I'm hungry too". I said, walking past him out of the room. “This isn't over". I called back to him.** “You know, Lettie". Jenn said around a mouthful of food. “I thank God everyday that I have a friend that really is a such terrific cook". I rolled my eyes, wondering why she was being a chatterbox all of a sudden. “Jameson did most of the cooking, not me". She turned to him. “Oh well. That means I have-wait what?" She turned back to me. “Jameson?" “He cooks better than I do" I said somewhat proudly. “And why don't I know this?" Her look turned accusing. I shrugged. “I don't know, probably because whenever I talk abo
BRANDON'S POV “Brilliant of you", she seethed, “To think I would befriend an invalid". I raised a brow. I knew that. The fact that she hadn't figured out that I was trying to bait her showed how important the person was. And that made me all the more curious. “What's wrong with making..." Emile's voice trailed off at my mom's death glare. We hadn't noticed when she came back in. The tray of oranges shook in her hands. I watched my mother closely. Emile had spoken out of turn. She had become used to speaking freely to me. But I was not going to let my mother pick on her. “Mom". I barked when she made to speak. She turned her glare on me. “The oranges are about to fall from her hands". I said calmly. Emile used the distraction to place the oranges on the table and disappear. Smart girl. “Go on". I goaded once Emile was out of sight. “Take the oranges. She's peeled them nicely for you. Go and feed them to your pet". She looked like she was going to explode.
BRANDON'S POV “It was you who put it in my head that Charlotte is the killer, you know". I said without looking at Kareem. I studied some documents my temporary replacement secretary-Ava had taken a compulsory leave a few days earlier without prior notice. Something about a serious emergency somewhere. The usual me would have fired her immediately, no worker under me should have the audacity to be so bold. But I wasn't the usual me these days. All the guys, especially Kareem had noticed and noted it. But I missed Ava's efficiency. This secretary was good, but I was beginning to understand that my secretary's standards were out of this world. “You don't really mean that". Kareem said incredulously. I raised a brow at him. “What? You already had the notions before I even noticed. I basically just confirmed what you already suspected". “Charlotte wouldn't hurt a fly. At least that's what I said. But you led me to believe that the letters she sent were not just e
CHARLOTTE'S POV Never did I believe Jenn could betray me like that. But what did I know? She could be out to ruin whatever was left of me. She had some secrets of her own, none of which I knew at all. She was just there when I needed her, and I welcomed her with open arms despite our past because I needed someone. She was hot one minute, cold the next. I always assumed it was because of the trauma she'd also apparently gone through. But then, she'd also gone through trauma. How did I know that she didn't hate me for it? One had happened while we were both in college and friends. Why did she not tell me? And now this. I wasn't sure I could ever go through with getting rid of a child, foetus or no. I'd thought about everything. But there was the voice in my head that kept telling me that I was probably going too fast again, and every where and everyone would soon be in pandemonium because of me. It was my stupid mistake, going to that place after signing the divorce paper
CHARLOTTE'S POV “Wait, what do you know?" I asked. “The baby. That's why your emotions are everywhere". She said slowly. I frowned. “Yeah... I'm not sure that's why I...well, did that". “She raised her brow. “So you reacted that way on purpose". “No! I mean, that's not-" I scowled. “Are you trying to lead me into a trap?" She laughed. “I'm just telling you what you're trying to ignore". “But you're still mad at me". I said. She nodded. “I am. But I admit my fault. It wasn't my plan to bother anyone." “You're dramatic". I said. She didn't reply. “Jenn?" I said hesitantly, nestling at a corner of the chair she was in. “Do you think I should keep the baby?" Jenn slowly looked up from her book. “Keep the baby?" I nodded. “This is a lot- and I'm so terrified of telling dad and Jameson. Maybe I shouldn't bother telling them at all? I should just get rid of it quietly?" Jenn stared blankly for a full minute, than she went back to
JAMESON'S POV Charlotte and her father ran in to the kitchen less than two second after I'd run in. Jenn was staring at a mess of ketch up and some yellow substance I was too distressed to study. And she looked more shocked at our presence than in any real danger. “Oh God". Jenn groaned. “What is the matter? Are you all right, Jennifer?" Mr Schnapp asked. I couldn't help my own facepalm. “She's all right dad". Jenn replied. “Is she? Are you?" He asked again. I turned back before he could take that step I knew he was going to take forward. “She's all right. Jenn tends to be...dramatic". I nodded at him. He raised his brows at me. That did not sound like dramatic". “It is, trust me". I glanced at Charlotte. She was glaring daggers at Jenn. I needed her to take her father away so I could properly berate Jenn. “Is everything all right over here?" The stern voice of one of the staff echoed. He gasped as soon as he saw Mr Schapp. “What do y
CHARLOTTE'S POV Dad silently led the way to his office. It was hard to believe that he blamed himself for our mistakes. It was true he never called while I was at Brandon's house, but I never did either. And I assumed he was angry with me for going against his wishes. Just like everyone else around me, I couldn't see the reason they disliked Brandon, even though they said it constantly. I just felt like he was constantly vicimized for being extraordinary smart and clever. There were a lot of things I didn't see. He could hardly be blamed for the kind of person Tatiana turned out to be, either. He did his best, I could remember clearly. “I asked Lounge to tell you to contact her. Did he?" He asked My traitorous cheeks heated for no reason. “Umm, he did". I said, not meeting his eyes. “Charlotte?" He asked. I peeked up at him. “Is there anything I should know?" I shook my head hard, once. “Nothing". He tilted his head. “Nothing?" “Nothing, s
CHARLOTTE'S POV “Oh my God, I can't believe I'm seeing this place again". I said, stepping out of the car and stretching. Jenn gave me a weird look. “You did not think so. You thought you were going to die?" I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I did". “I don't understand why you think that way". Jameson said, wrapping an arm around my waist and leading me forward. “I did say you'd be safe, didn't I?" I automatically leaned into him. “I didn't think I was going to die. I just...I guess I thought I was in too much shit to come back home". He smiled down at me. “I understand. But you're home now". I nodded mutely, sagging more into him. “This is just giving Shrek and Fiona vibes here". Jenn quipped behind us. I automatically straightened, wiping my hands down my front. Jameson glanced at me with a strange expression, but said nothing. Instead, he turned back to Jenn. “I'm more of a Prince Charming than a Shrek, you know". She coughed lightly. “Exc
TATIANA'S POV “They know who the killers are?" He said as soon as I dropped the phone. I blinked at him, taken off guard. It looked like I'd put the call on loudspeaker without realising it. He knew almost everything anyway. “That's what she said". He was focused on my foot, although he wasn't touching it at all. He seemed to be in deep thought. “But I thought it was just one killer". I cocked my head, thinking about it too. “Well, I thought so too, but...apparently they're more?" “What did Brandon say? Did he also talk about multiple killer killers?" He asked urgently, his gaze suddenly on me and intense. “No. I don't know? He doesn't tell me much, and last I heard, he said Charlotte is the killer". I watched him. “What's it?" He said nothing, only stared into space. I started to feel anxious. “Jonah?" He didn't reply. “Jonah!" He startled visibly. His face contorted in something like anger, but for only a second. He looked at me. “I'm sorry love.
CHARLOTTE'S POV “Do you need a mega phone?" Jenn whispered in my ear on the way out of the house. “So we can announce to the world that you're growing a baby". I pinched her in the side, hard. It wasn't my fault that there was a lot going on at the time, or that I seemed to be suddenly different. It all felt natural any way. I didn't even notice that I was eating too much. I was just hungry. And people eat when they're hungry. Apparently I was suddenly angry way too frequently, and it wasn't normal. I was also weird that my nose was sensitive, and little things made me nauseous. It was also abnormal to Jenn, who was glaring daggers at me, that I wasn't puking my guts up. Apparently-okay I knew that-that's what newly pregnant women do. I'd always wanted kids, even though Brandon didn't. I always wanted a little version of him that I'd teach to walk and write, and I'd teach him sums and the piano, what little I knew of it. It was heartbreaking when I realized he wa