Andre had been properly disgraced at the award-giving ceremony, or, as he should put it, improperly disgraced. He paced around in his room, shaken by what he had just seen. He tried to get it all together and ordered the strongest bottle of alcohol from the cellars downstairs. Alcohol wasn’t going to solve anything, he knew, but he still wanted it. He needed something to just get it off his chest. His own awards ceremony had been the previous day, and here he was, sulking over the matter. He ignored the cup that came with the drink and instead took a swig from the bottle, downing half of it in one go. Cameron and Lana, with their little friends, had hurt his ego, and he was surely going to pay them back. He looked at the naked, sleeping secretary on his bed and suddenly became irritated at her sight. He tried to remember what had transpired between them, and the disgust on his face deepened. Andre tapped her lightly; it was time to go. “Good morning, sunshine.” She yawned, stretc
Sally was just done reviewing the documents that had been sent in from the archives. Right after the awards, she had scored a multimillion-dollar contract that would take her to three different continents. But before she was able to score that, she had to sit in front of a ten-man panel in one of the biggest interviews of her life. If she wasn’t going to prepare for anything, she had to prepare for this. She called the staff and had them bring all the files in the archive to her office, totaling over three thousand pieces. Of course, she wasn’t going to go through them all; she was not Jarvis in the Iron Man trilogy. She sat down with a steaming cup of coffee as the staff brought in the documents in carts, wheels after wheels rolling into her office. She had been hinted at by Megumi, who provided the connection that this was supposed to be a special intelligence force that needs some sort of legal backup wherever they are going on missions. Part of the job description was that sh
When he was sure that the house was deserted except for the two of them in the sitting room, Marcus moved closer to Andre, bringing out another big brown envelope from beneath his coat. He handed it over to Andre and spoke in a fake tone. “My digging has brought me close to the answer. While she was working immediately after she left, she had a baby. Babies, actually; it was twins.” Andre looked at him in surprise. His suspicion was actually true; Lana was already seeing Cameron when they were together. “How was she able to instantly get a job at Black Bricks with a degree she had abandoned?” “My findings indicate that she didn’t get to work at Black Bricks until two years later. She worked multiple shifts at a restaurant owned by a recorded Darby of no other name and at a bar owned by an Elan. She worked them together until she resigned from Elan after she was harassed.” “Harassed? How?” He felt surprised at how he still felt so concerned after all this time. “A customer reput
“What do you mean by a losing the company type of threat?” Andre fired, the chicken pie dropping from his hand in fear. Freda looked at the mess he had created on the floor in a disgruntled manner, looking back to the landline phone as if the caller was still stuck there. Her face looked flushed, as if she had just seen a ghost. She looked at Andre, mouth agape, and quietly took her seat, looking around the room as if soliciting for help from viewers. As she dropped the phone, Freda’s face drained of its warm, golden glow, leaving her complexion a stark, ashen gray. Her skin seemed to tighten, pulling taut over her cheekbones and forehead, as if the very life force was being sucked from her pores. The vibrant pink of her lips faded to a pale, tremulous whisper, and her eyes, once icy and cold, dimmed to a dull, glassy stare. As she sat there, frozen in shock, her entire presence seemed to whisper a silent scream, a haunting testament of impending doom about to throw their lives i
With the constant payment that Marcus, the tracker, had been receiving from Andre, he had gotten himself a one-room apartment situated in a not-so-busy part of town; the one-room apartment was a cosy sanctuary modestly furnished to cater to his needs. The walls, painted a soothing light grey, provided a calm backdrop for the carefully selected décor. A comfortable, medium-sized bed dominated the room, accompanied by a small, wooden coffee table and a matching armchair. The kitchenette, tucked away in one corner, was equipped with the essentials needed for his lifestyle: a compact refrigerator, a microwave, and a two-burner stove. A small, circular dining table and a single chair completed the setup. There was a store attached to the building from the external setup, but he converted it to his study and modified the house, adding a door that leads there directly. As Marcus settled in for the evening, the TV, mounted on the wall opposite the sofa, flickered to life. The programme cu
Andre had never been so desperate in his close to thirty years on the planet called Earth. He knew now that he wanted—no, needed—Lana more than ever. She was making things fall apart, and he knew he had to get to her before it got to the extent where his mother brought in the legal line of defence. After his mother’s announcement earlier in the week, Andre had raced against time to try to establish communication with her, but all his calls had been bounced. She had even once threatened to get a court-issued restraining order on him, not that he cared about it. Now, the week had moved very fast, and there had been a chain of events set in place by the revelation of the eclipse on both sides. Sally had been very active and had proved to be a thorn in the a*s, while Freda wasn’t ready to let go so easily. Now it was Monday, and the Audit Commission was on their way here from the Department of Finance in the morning. She must have had strong standing with the government for them to se
One needed to be able to commit a heinous, serious crime that could amount to treason for you to be visited by a Level Five official of the Audit Commission. Either that, or you’ve pissed off a very powerful government official who had enough influence to point the Audit Commission in your direction. She had been none, but Sally had used the influence of where she worked to get the Audit Commission at the Sharks’ group. If they were not popular for anything, they were known for finding the smallest of faults or digging the deepest and finding out your secrets, no matter how deep you think you have buried them. Their team of computer and software professionals had recently uncovered a faster way of recovering files that had been deleted from computer systems even as far back as fifteen years ago. There was no way to escape from them; the only way you’re safe is if their searchlight wasn’t extended onto you. They had done their job as usual, but it would take over three days to prop
This was going to be the litigation of the century. No one had ever tried to dispute the ruling of the Audit Commission, not to mention taking them to court, but Freda was here, trying to do exactly what no one in history had ever done. She was so bent on dragging them to court, and Andre wondered if her mother should actually drag the audit commission to get level or just drag Sally and Lana to court over one thing or another; there was always one reason to go to court if her mother wanted it. The meeting with the lawyers was getting heated, and Freda wasn’t taking it easy on the innocent legal practitioners. “Spare me all those shenanigans and shitty stories. How can we get out of this mess?” she questioned bluntly. Alex adjusted his eyeglasses to properly sit on his nose. “If we are going to do this, I’m going to know what is involved here.” “That is business for the family lawyer, not you. Do you want to do this, or do you want to get out of here?” "Well, then, we could act