Chapter seven

Sir, the lady has arrived in the country and we found out that she went to apply for work in Alfonso today as one of their designers." A huge bald man stood in front of Grandpa Wilson giving out his report, he dropped a brown envelope containing some pictures on the black leather table.

" Do Brian know about this?" Grandpa Wilson asked in a low but unfathomable voice, danger could be detected in his voice

" sir, I.." His voice died down at the scream and sudden entrance of another person announcing his presence in the study room with a loud bang before his entrance.

Grandpa Wilson looked up with irritation written all over his face.

" What is that Caleb? " he asked with anger and surprise evident in his voice as he looked at the appearance of the intruder.

An average, young man raised his face. His face was heavily bruised with blood dripping from his face to the ground, making his face hardly recognizable. His hair was disheveled.

The huge man looked at him and an unknown expression flicked across his eyes.

" Bo...ss." He said hardly breathing.

Bang......, Grandpa Wilson stood up with anger and hit the study table, looking at one of his most capable men

" What is the meaning of this? What happened to you?" His voice trembled with anger. The huge knelt immediately and bowed his head trying as much as he can to make his presence unnoticeable.

" What is the meaning of this Caleb?" He asked again almost exploding.

The injured man looked up and looked at his boss hardly breathing especially when he looked at his face.

"Bo...ss, we whe...re caught by the second young master." He narrated and coughed lightly, coughing out blood from his mouth. Grandpa Wilson looked at the huge bald man.

Receiving a glare from his boss, the huge man trembled slightly and stood up, picking up a white handkerchief from the table, he gave it to the man who breathed heavily and continued as he saw the stern and curiosity in his boss's eyes.

" He tormented us and killed the rest of the team leaving only me alive." He put his hands into the pocket and brought out blood stained white and red rose and stuff it on the table

" He said I should give it to you as a warning." He said and fainted immediately right after his last words.

Looking at the rose on his study table, he froze. All the anger on his face left, the only remaining expression left on his face was a broken man. He trembled heavily, clutched the rose in his hands, and sat back on the floor.

The huge man looked at his boss and one of the best men in his training with a dilemma but looking at his boss's trembling hands, he knew it was time for him to leave the room, he wondered what the mixed-colored artificial rose meant, this is the second time he is seeing his boss like this. He picked Caleb up and left the room leaving behind the devastated boss.

Grandpa Wilson held the rose delicately and clenched his fist. He looked at the rose in his hands and saw a white paper attached to it with a pin, he carefully released the pin and unfolded the paper. His beautiful handwriting was written neatly on the sheet of paper

" Grandpa, this is just a warning, stay in your lane. Stop sending spies to follow me, next time it won't be funny. This is my last warning!

Your lovely grandson."

Grandpa Wilson trembled slightly imagining the small wicked smile that will be on his face while writing this message and clenched the paper in his hands before throwing it away into the trash. He pulled his drawer attached to the study table and pulled out a whiskey with a glass cup. Pouring for himself a small portion, he drank it at once. He relaxed in the chair, looking at the red and white artificial rose with his already red eyes, an unfathomable emotion crossed his eyes.

After drinking for almost an hour, he threw the glass cup on the wall making it clash into pieces. He stood up and pressed a telegram beside the shelves of books

A few seconds, the door opened reviewing a man in his late fifties dressed in a black suit. His hair was styled neatly. Looking at the mess on the floor. His eyebrows shivered and he stretched up immediately knowing that his boss was in his worse mood. Looking at the old man, he knew that something has gone wrong to make his mood deteriorate to that extent. The only thing which can make him look like this is only one symbol of love. It has been long, he encountered him in this kind of state. He looked downwards

" Sir, you called for me?"

" Are you supposed to be asking why I called you in? Clean up this mess immediately." His voice was very calm as if the event that occurred some times ago was only an illusion but the authority in it couldn't be ignored.

Looking at the floor, he found a trace of blood on the floor.

" Okay, sir." He bowed and left the room.

Grandpa Wilson, opened a file and kept the rose inside it, and sealed it before opening a document.

.........

We have been at the airport now for about 20 mins waiting for Alex's arrival.

To say the truth, I was surprised when I heard, he was back. Alex is matilda's elder brother and my first crush. The last time I saw him was last six to seven years. He wasn't even there when my anut passed on.

We first met on Matilda's thirteenth birthday before he joined us in high school. Well, we all knew his story as a heartbreaker then. He is so handsome and probably every girl's dream then. Dating almost every girl for not more than two months. He earned the name, the heart breaker but despite that I love him. I don't care whether the rumor was true or not.

" Brother Alex," I heard matilda's voice screaming which pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned around, my heart beating rapidly and with a smile on my phone. I looked at my first crush and was almost blinded by his beautiful smile as he walked toward us. I looked at his smile and handsome face. He has grown into a man and has become more handsome. I raised my hands to wave at him and also call him

But the smile on my face was erased when I saw the woman walking beside him with his luggage.