“Call Mr Timberlake” Jim uttered. “What?” Wilson looked up and asked. He had just gotten to his office, and the first thing he did was go through the news articles on business for the day.“You told me to remind you to call Mr Timberlake when we got to the office” Jim puked from his cavity. “Oh, I almost forgot about that,” Wilson uttered in realization as quickly located his contacts. Mr Timberlake, who was not at all scared of Wilson but respected him, didn't waste time in answering his call. “Good morning Mr Wilson. What an expected morning call” Mr Timberlake expressed himself. He had definitely seen the news about what happened to the company and was aware that his help was going to be needed. “I don't know…but you seem happy whenever your company gets into trouble. Why so?” Wilson whimpered from his cavity. “I'll be sincerely honest with you on this one Sir. It's because the more the merrier. More cases means more money” Mr Timberlake answered truthfully, and this gave ri
A young man in a brown suit could be seen walking up to the Chicago police station looking all cool and professional. He had a black suitcase which onlookers guessed was his working bag. Upon getting to the main building, Mr Timberlake requested to be taken to Henry after he identified himself as the attorney. He followed due process, and under some minutes he was sitting face to face with Henry. “Good day Mr Henry. I came here strictly for business, so I suggest we keep it professional. I was sent by the CEO of the company on your behalf, so let's hear it. What really happened that day?” Mr Timberlake asked as he leaned forward for a clearer understanding of what he was about to say. Henry went on to explain all the events which occurred on that ugly day. “So, that's the total summary of all events which took place” Henry whimpered from his cavity. “Oh wow! Mr Henry, I must confess, you really messed up big time. I'd be out for revenge if I was under the poor lady's shoes” said
“What’s the need of writing it down when he already has it recorded?” Henry voiced within himself, after which he took a deep breath and continued. “There were a lot of distress calls from my fellow truck drivers who were already at the client's shop, and that divided my attention at a point in time. I'm expecting my first child anytime from now, and I didn't want to do anything which would warrant me getting fired. I didn't notice the old man on time, and when I did, it was too late. I couldn't bring myself to accept what just happened, and that was coupled with the tension on me. That was why I zoomed off. I regret that decision up till now, and I will continue to live in regret till the day I die” Henry whimpered from his cavity. All through his narration, he never looked directly at the detective and had his head bent low. “I would appreciate it if I could see your face Mr Henry. Please, look up” Shawn said authoritatively. It sounded more like an order than a plea. “For the f
Mrs Lilian had just arrived at the airport, and after a couple minutes of waiting, she declared herself tired. The whole pickup plan was not in any way what she expected. Her bodyguards were pitiable as she taunted them in everything they did. “I've always tried my best to overlook your shiny bald head, but today, I just can't. Seeing it makes me angry, so it's either you grow some hair right now or you just disappear out of my face!” Mrs Lilian spat out aggressively. The poor guard was left with no option but to quickly walk away from his boss's wife for fear of the unknown. He didn't return until he made sure her mind was preoccupied. After what felt like another hour of waiting, Mr Palma's private jet finally landed. Mrs Lilian took it upon herself to recheck everything before her husband came. “Call the bald headed security man over there, and he fast about it” she ordered one of her escorts. While the other security went away, Mrs Lilian sighted her husband and rushed up to
The blaring of a truck which was close to Lucia's taxi woke Lucia from her slumber. She had a drool coming out of her mouth, and the sudden realization made her clean up her mess in embarrassment. The taxi driver had been watching her from the rear mirror, and when she saw herself, she understood what the look was all about. Her whole hair was scattered due to the strong breeze coming into the car. And so, she rearranged her hair and readjusted the hem of her clothes. “We're about reaching your destination young lady” the middle aged driver voiced out. This was a signal for Lucia to be totally aware of her surroundings. Lucia had earlier been called by her bosses to meet them at home since it was already late, and as much as she went there just once, she was already familiar with the road. “I'll be stopping here Sir” Lucia puked from her cavity when she came before the gate of the couple's house. When she came before the gate, she knocked, expecting a reply. This wasn't the case
“Something of that nature Sir. Welcome back Mr Thomas, welcome back Mrs Benita, welcome back mom” Lucia said individually as she observed everyone in the car. “Thank you dear” they all replied, after which she was handed the key to the padlock which was being used for the gate. When they all got into the compound, Mr Thomas made inquiries about Lucia's new friend. “She lives opposite us Sir. I couldn't bring her to you guys just let as I thought it wouldn't be a good idea” Lucia puked from her cavity. “Oh nonsense! As long as she's your friend, and will not bring harm to anyone in this house, she's free anytime and any day to come visit” Mr Thomas whimpered from his vocals as he found his way into the house. “We have a lot to discuss, but that will be when we all have eaten dinner. I got some food items from the market, so we'll be having a fresh meal tonight. That's why we need to get to work as soon as possible” Mrs Benita said. Lucia, who had patiently waited for everyone to
As soon as the convoy of cars stopped at the enormous and magnificent mansion, Mr Palma took a deep breath of the fresh and natural air which he had missed for the past one month. Almost immediately, the gate was open and the cars drove in to meet all the workers lined up in their working outfits and waiting for Mr Palma’s return. “Good day Sir. Welcome back home” they all chorused in uniform rhythm. After this came an organized disembodiment of the workers as they all swiftly and carefully carried in the luggages to its prospective place of belonging. “Home sweet home” Mr Palma mumbled to himself as he took one more look at the mansion. Even though he had just enjoyed a very luxurious vacation, nothing beat the comfort of his home with family surrounding him. “I ordered the maids to prepare a light meal for you so you won't get too filled for dinner. We'll be throwing a lavish welcome back feast for you” Mrs Lilian announced excitedly. She seemed to enjoy every passing second wit
The dinner consisted of different varieties of exotic dishes which were covered with transparent glass plates. It wasn't really exciting for Wilson due to the fact that he considered the whole thing as a waste of effort and food. “All these for three people?” Wilson questioned the cook. The question however was answered by his father. “I forgot to tell you son, we're expecting guests” Mr Palma announced in a not so exciting way which Wilson found suspicious. “And by guests, who do you refer to?” Wilson asked his father. “You'll find out in the next few minutes” Mr Palma said before completely taking his gaze off Wilson. This was one thing Mr Palma did whenever he took a decision which Wilson wouldn't normally accept. Wilson however decided not to act rash and wait up for whoever and whatever was coming. Soon enough, the visitors arrived. Wilson's mom and dad left the dinner table to give the visitors a proper welcome, while Wilson stayed out without moving an inch. The few mome
The ‘feast’ mood in Lucia and Mr. Thomas seemed to have vanished into thin air after the unsettling encounter with Wilson. While Lucia wrestled with thoughts about what she had done to deserve such an experience, Mr. Thomas, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about the court case. Although the legal matter didn’t really concern him, he had grown attached to Lucia, considering her like a third daughter, even though they had only known each other for a short time.They were both so absorbed in their thoughts that they didn’t realize when they had arrived at their destination. It wasn’t until the taxi driver’s persistent voice brought them back to reality.“Hello? Can you hear me?” the driver called out, slightly annoyed. “Huh?” they both muttered in unison, snapping out of their trance as they turned to face the driver who had been waiting for them to acknowledge him.“We’re here. Isn’t this where you wanted to go?” the driver asked, gesturing to the building in front of them.
As Wilson and Jimmy drove through the streets and back to the Palma mansion, the weight of their mission loomed over them. Wilson, with his mind racing through the next steps, broke the silence after it was observed for some minutes. “Tomorrow is a workday, but I'll have my dad and Sandra handle everything while I’m away. You and I will be visiting Miss Lucia. I need you to find her workplace and get back to me as soon as possible. It’s crucial that you gather all the information you can, and if necessary, use any means to get it. I expect a report before midnight.” Wilson uttered, calculating the magnitude of his every word before saying it out.Jimmy, though used to Wilson’s demanding nature, was surprised by the urgency. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard to be sure of the time, and sure enough, it was late. “Tonight? But it’s already late, Sir. People might not be willing to talk at this hour as they may be packing up their shops or finding their way home” Jimmy explained
Lucia's fury surged as she picked up the empty bag, her hands trembling with anger."What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the noise of the market like a sharp blade. She had reached her breaking point."Get out of my sight, asshole! Just leave me alone. My life was going just fine until you interfered," Lucia spat, her words filled with venom as she swung the empty bag at Wilson. The bag, light and harmless, did little to physically hurt him, but it was the gesture that carried the weight of her frustration and pain.Wilson, caught off guard by the sudden attack, instinctively raised his arms to protect his face, which was his number one priority.Jimmy, who had been standing nearby, sprang into action. "Woah, woah, woah, take it easy, ma'am. You're hurting my boss," he shouted as he rushed over to Wilson's side, quickly grabbing the bag from Lucia's grasp. His loyalty to Wilson was unwavering, but even he could see the intensity in Lucia's eyes.Mr.
Lucia had successfully poured out her heart to the citizens who were available to hear her. The open speech she made had captured the attention of many, spreading like wildfire across social media. Afterward, she went on with Mr. Thomas to pick up whatever they had planned to get at the market. Her emotions were still tingling from the confrontation, but she politely requested to be shown the full video of the press conference that had triggered her anger in the first place.As she watched the video, her fury reignited. "I can't believe this guy," Lucia muttered under her breath, her voice shaking with emotion. "He has all the money and fame, and he uses it to manipulate people, to turn them to his side. Meanwhile, people like me are left to suffer alone. He tried to bribe me with that money, but he sure has his way of sweet-talking out of trouble." Lucia’s voice cracked as she spoke, her anger mingling with the sadness she carried within her. The injustice of it all seemed unbearab
Wilson and his dad, Mr. Palma, were already halfway home when Wilson’s phone rang. The name “Sandra” flashed on the screen, and Wilson’s brow furrowed in confusion. Sandra rarely called outside of work hours unless something was truly urgent. They had already wrapped up the day’s work, so this unexpected call felt unsettling.He hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering over the answer button before he finally picked up. He then remained silent, waiting for Sandra to speak first, a habit he had developed in dealing with unexpected situations.“Sir, I’m so sorry to disturb whatever you’re doing, but you need to see the news. Miss Lucia is at her worst, causing a lot of issues. Live videos of her are currently circulating online, and she’s talking about you,” Sandra’s voice was tinged with concern.Wilson felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Lucia, again? The memory of their last encounter still lingered in his mind, and now she was publicly speaking about him. His pulse quickened, b
Lucia and Mr. Thomas had decided to stop by one of the busiest and most popular sub-streets in Chicago, a place well-known to the city’s middle class and poorer citizens. They needed to pick up a few things for the family.Earlier on the train, they had excitedly planned a mini feast to celebrate a successful deal with Mr. Benson. The feast was only possible if they visited the market, so they had made a quick detour before heading home.Mr. Thomas, who was such a sweet gentleman, respected the “ladies first” rule and allowed Lucia to lead the way. She walked ahead, her thoughts clouded by the discussion with Mr Ben, while Mr. Thomas followed closely behind. As they entered the crowded market, the usual bustle and noise surrounded them. The scent of spices mixed with the smell of fresh produce was everywhere, while vendors called out to potential customers, their voices competing for attention. Lucia had always found this part of the city oddly charming, despite its chaos. But today
“What can I get you Sirs?” The young and pretty waitress asked with a warm smile as she approached the table where Mr. Palma and Wilson had settled in the elegant restaurant. The place was all polished wood, ambient lighting, and the kind of atmosphere that invited deep conversations.“Well, I'll be having the macaroni and brie with the crab. Top that with a sweet and tangy sauce which you think would be best to go with the meal. I'll also have the cauliflower steak with hazelnut and browned butter. I'll have two portions of that,” said Mr. Palma, taking the lead with his eyes scanning the menu one last time before handing it back to the waitress. His voice was calm and measured, as if he had all the time in the world.The waitress nodded, jotting down his order with swift, practiced movements. She then turned to Wilson with the same polite smile. “And for you, sir?” the waitress asked, in expectancy of a reply. Wilson glanced at the menu briefly before responding, “I'll go with th
“Wow, son! You did a better job handling that question than I had imagined. I thought that lady had you trapped in a tight spot, but you proved me wrong,” Mr. Palma said to his son when they both returned to Wilson's office. His eyes twinkled with pride, the kind of pride that only a father feels when his son rises above expectations. The echoes of the press conference still rang in their ears, but Mr. Palma was more focused on the fact that Wilson had displayed his critical thinking skills perfectly and at just the right moment.“Well, thank you, Mr. Palma,” Wilson responded, his voice carrying a mix of relief and pride. “That reporter had my weakness pegged and made sure everyone knew it. It really took a lot of brainwork to wriggle out of that one, but what can I say? I’m your true blood,” Wilson added, with a touch of humor.As they settled into the office, Wilson’s thoughts began to wander. It wasn’t long before he noticed something—or rather, someone—missing. His mother’s abse
“Really? But why? I’m sure Mr. Wilson would like to stay in his lane to protect his esteem, at least after what I did to him,” Lucia said confidently. She knew to an extent that Wilson wouldn't change his proud and arrogant ways, especially not for her. Calling her would be hurting his pride. Mr. Benson’s response surprised her. He chuckled softly, shaking his head in understanding. “You mean the little act of flinging cash in his face? You don’t understand what someone like Mr. Wilson might do to protect his reputation. People in his position can be incredibly ruthless. They might go as far as kidnapping you if things don’t go their way. The rich aren’t like they are portrayed on TV. They’re often a mix of crazy lunatics and ruthless individuals who use their wealth to maintain their facade. You only see their dark side when you become an enemy or a significant annoyance. I strongly advise you to stay cautious. Avoid going out at night and stick to well crowded places for your own