“Good day Ma'am” a police officer who was accompanied by his fellow colleague greeted Lucia, cutting her from her thoughts. “Good day Mr” a confused Lucia answered politely. “Please, call me officer John. This is officer Jack. We were around at the site of the incident and wanted to ask you some questions. This can enable us to hasten the search process” officer John explained. “Oh, okay…” Lucia answered. “If you will, please follow us to this corner” Officer John said with his hands gesturing towards a corner, a little away from where she sat. “From what I heard, I believe you are the daughter of the deceased. Is that right?” the police officer asked. “Yes Sir” Lucia replied as she leaned towards the walls of the hospital out of tiredness. “Please can we get your name?” He asked. She looked at the security man standing before me and wished in her heart of hearts that she would just make him pause for the moment. That however wasn't possible, so she heaved a heavy sigh. “My n
Shortly afterwards, Sandra returned with an energy drink and glass cup, accompanied by three policemen. At the sight of the men in uniform, Wilson's eyes rolled at 180⁰ and he let out a loud groan. “You all could have just let me have my drink in peace before coming to disturb me” Wilson whimpered from his cavity. “I now understood what you meant boss” Sandra remarked, pointing to what Wilson earlier mentioned. “I don't know what it is this time, but three policemen putting on a frown means trouble. Should I let them in, Sir?” Sandra asked as she served him the drink. “Allow the gentlemen in. While you're at it, fetch me Jim and that idiot Henry. I'll also need you to be present. Go as fast as possible and be back before… five minutes” Wilson said, looking at his watch, and then fixing his gaze on Sandra. “Officers... please, come in and have a seat” Wilson exclaimed, putting on a fake smile to hide his vexed mood. “We're not here to have a seat Mr Wilson. My name is Robert, an
“Please Mr Wilson. My wife is pregnant and very due. I beg of you, help me. You're my only hope of getting away from this situation without landing in jail. You know how I've diligently worked for the company all my life. If I've offended you in any way, please have mercy. Please Mr…” Henry was yet to finish his sentence when he was cut off by a now irritated Wilson. “Oh for God's sake, shut up already. Why are you asking for my forgiveness? Huh? Did you kill my dad?” Wilson emptied his cavity angrily after what seemed like an eternity of begging for forgiveness from Henry. “Oh please Mr Wilson” Henry begged once again, this time on his knees. “What are you trying to do?” Wilson puked from his vocals in disgust. Never had anyone knelt down before him, now to talk of holding clinging onto him. He saw Henry's act as a way of saying he was wicked and heartless as onlookers watched the scene and left shaking their heads. “Please Sir” Henry's voice croaked. “Let go of me this instant
“Hmm? What was that?” Wilson asked, drawing closer to get a better hearing of what seemed like the first word said by Lucia. “I said, apologize” Lucia repeated, this time a little louder, her voice cracking at each interval. “Hm, still finding it hard to hear you clearly. Seems like you have a bad cough young lady. You should get that fixed” Wilson said, making fun of Lucia despite him hearing what she said. “She said apologize Sir” Jim butted in, helping Wilson out in his difficulty to hear well. Wilson, who was not expecting anyone to talk, gave Jim a deadly glare which could kill. Jim tried to avoid eye contact, but it was too late to look away. He understood that he was in trouble for what he said and swallowed hard. “As I was saying before this impudent fool distracted me, I didn't get what you said. Now that he's helped my hearing disability, I would like to ask you a question. Do I in any way look like the person who killed your father?” Wilson puked from his vocals, not m
As Lucia walked back into the hospital, she felt a sense of relief overwhelming her. Apart from coming to the city, rejecting Wilson's money in the most harsh way seemed to have been one of the best and toughest decisions she had made in a while. “That will teach him to respect me whenever we see each other. How can he try to buy my voice with money?” Lucia thought to herself. She only wanted an apology from him which would make her feel better, but after what just transpired, she made up her mind that it wouldn't end like this. She wasn't bluffing about seeing him in court, and that meant she had to get to work. Even if it meant being in debt, she was willing to take up the case to satisfy her conscience. The doctor in charge of the hospital called for her shortly after to discuss the bills and how long her dad would be staying in the mortuary. Lucia was able to pay for her dad's mortuary fee for three days with the money given to her by her new bosses.“So what now? Where do you
“How dare she?” An outraged Wilson barked as he left for home, feeling like a wounded peacock. The ride back home wasn't funny for Jim as he took a reasonable amount of insults from Wilson. Jim was blamed for keeping quiet even after a woman physically assaulted him. “I have no idea what you do for me. I pay you a hefty sum of money for my protection, but you allowed a random stranger who I could swear was frustrated to touch me. I'm really angry at you, and before I can forgive you, you must do something for me. Get as much information as you can get about that, that lady…Argh…what impudence” Wilson groaned out after his instructions. “But boss, I don't know where she stays, or where we'll next come in contact with her. Can't we just…wait till she files her case? I mean, she isn't of much importance as long as we can settle her. She doesn't look that rich to me” Jim opted, carefully picking his words to avoid further provocation. He had a look at his boss through the front view m
“Mom?”Lucia's voice called out when she noticed little movements from her mom. Jada has been unconscious for some couple of hours, and Lucia stood in patrol till she saw that her mom had been revived. “Are you up? Can you see me?” Lucia asked as she dropped her squeezed wet towel into the bowl of water she had used to massage her mom's head. Lucia looked at her mom who seemed lost in emotions. Her eye bags seemed to have deepened over minutes, making her look like someone who hadn't slept for weeks. She wanted to console her mom, but stopped right on her tracks. “Common mom, you need to get up and eat something. I prepared your favorite meal” Lucia voiced from her vocals, faking a happy voice. Her mom had always loved to have rice with chicken and salad, but they were too poor to afford such meals. The money given to Lucia by her new bosses went a long way in her affording to get ingredients. Lucia was left alone to do a double task as she cooked and looked after her mom simultan
“Ugh…who would be calling me by this time of the night?” Mr Thomas grumbled out of tiredness as he extended his hands, trying to get hold of his phone which was at the top of his room table.When he eventually got a hold of his mobile phone, he turned off the ringing tone which was now getting on his nerves. Mrs Benita who had been asleep by his side woke up from the ringing tone and asked did the same thing as Mr Thomas. “Does that person need to be told that this is past bedtime?” Mrs Thomas nagged. After a while, the call came in again, and this time they got really angry. Mr Thomas fully opened his eyes and took his phone to check the individual who had now become a disturbance. At the sight of Lucia's name, his anger mellowed into a sense of guilt. “It's Lucia,” he announced. His wife who was already half asleep got up with her eyes fully opened. “The poor child? Hurry, pick up the call. I wonder what it could be this time around” Mrs Benita whimpered with worry written all
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