The week has been very pleasant for Khloe, as she hasn't had any strange calls nor nothing. She was still on Emily's case but keeping everything low key so she won't suspect a thing. “Ma’am. This is the report for this week,” Rachel, her assistant, said, dropping a pile of work for her on the desk. “What are all these?” Khloe asked. “The report?” Rachel stated. “No…what report, I never asked anyone to do anything this week. So why are they sending me a report?” Khloe asked, confused. “I don't know. I thought you gave everyone an assignment to work on. Throughout this week, everyone has been so busy,” Rachel said. Khloe stared at her in confusion. “I never did. I'm just going to go through it and call you for any wrong information,” Khloe said dismissing Rachel. “Alright, ma’am. I'll be on my way,” she turned to leave but stopped in her tracks. “Before I forget, there's a letter for you, ma'am,” Rachel said. “A letter? Again. Why do I keep getting strange messages,”
The bullet made a loud, sharp ear-splitting report, deafening everyone. No one knew where the shooting came from, but a sharp pain against Arthur's leg, made him realise that he'd been shot. “Whattttt?” His eyes widened in shock as he fell to the bare marble falls, the pain in his leg intensifying. Sam gasped and wondered where the gunshot had come from. “Where is it?” He mumbled, grabbing his coat which in it, was a pistol, his eyes scanning the dark room. “You don't have to worry yourself, Arthur,” Freedman's voice echoed across the silent room. “I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr detective,” he added. Arthur grunt, gritting his teeth, refusing to lose, he got up despite the pain in his leg. He pulled out his gun and directed his aim towards Freedman, who looked like he was enjoying every single moment. The air was thick and filled with tension as the two enemies locked eyes. Freedman's smirk was very evident and he chuckled. “You remind me of your father, too bad he is late.
Khloe Ferguson was still thinking about the letter and was wondering who had sent it to her. “Who's M? And why did he send me such a letter? Not that it's bad or anything, I'm just curious,” she thought out loud. The letter still in her hand, she tried as much as possible to think of anyone with that name, but it didn't seem to ring a bell. To distract herself from the mystery of the letter, she decided to focus on her work, which Rachel had piled in front of her.“This is going to be a long day,” she whispered. Sitting behind the desk, she began going through the papers one after the other. She could have used her computer but the computer could actually do less compared to what she could possibly do. But all this while, her mind kept wandering back to the letter and M.“Who is M, and why had he written me such a cryptic message?Why's he choosing to be hideous?” Khloe thought to herself.The same thought kept reeling in her head. She wondered if it was a prank, or if someone was tr
“We'll get through all this and find him wherever he may be and for that, I promise,” Khloe recalled the last statement she told Anastasia with determination. But now, as she stared at the ceiling, she felt a sense of doubt creeping in. She thought about Anastasia and her missing cousin the whole time as she laid on her bed. The letter, which she had promised herself not to think of, was right there on a small table beside her bed. She laid into her bed and held the note in her hands. “Who's M? And why did you have to write this letter? Is this a prank, or something more sinister?” She thought to herself, as her thoughts swirled, refusing to let her sleep. She groaned, rolling herself over the bed, with the letter burning a hike into her mind. Finally, Khloe threw off her covers and got out of the bed, determined to shake off the feeling of helplessness. “I've already given her my word, I must do something about it real quick,” she thought out loud, while pacing back and fort
Arthur Cassius finally got released from the hospital and was asked to rest well and take good care of himself. This was a week after his legs had been shot. He went back to his mansion in Washington. He sat into his favourite armchair, wincing slightly as he adjusted his bandaged legs. Sam sat across him, as he has always been there for him even though he was fired. Arthur seemed too stubborn to accept that he actually needed all the help that he could get so Sam too, decided to be stubborn and stay around. “Are you feeling better, sir?” Sam asked concerned. “Yeah, I am,” he replied simply. “Why are you still here?” Arthur asked. “I couldn't just leave you in this state, plus I'm the only one who knows how to go about the situation, so you definitely need me,” he stated firmly. Arthur's brows arched as he stared at Sam. "You really want to be by my side?” He asked curiously. Sam shrugged and nodded with a yes. “Are you into men?” Arthur asked out of the blue, letting his curi
The next morning Khloe and Anastasia set out to Maryland, in hopes of finding Xander. “Are you set?” Khloe asked Anastasia as she buckled her seatbelt. “Yeah, ” Anastasia replied, getting into the car. “What about your family and company. Is anyone going to watch over your company?’ Anastasia asked, concerned, as she laced her voice. “My assistant is going to watch over it closely and I've also informed my family about my whereabouts so you don't need to worry about all that,” Khloe said. “I still don't believe you'd be the one helping me after our friendship rollercoaster ” Anastasia said feeling guilty of the things she'd done to Khloe in the past. “Well, we're over it now. What was so important about twelve years ago that you'd want to bring it up now? You're my friend now, Anastasia and even if we disagree in almost everything, I still treat you as my younger sister,” Khloe said in a low soft voice. “Wait…younger sister? I am two weeks older than you,” as she was about to
Arthur Cassius woke up as though he had been startled from his sleep, wondering if someone was talking about him. “Is someone talking about me?” he asked, rubbing his ear absent-mindedly. He rolled out of the bed and hit the showers. And after he was done with his morning preparations, he called Sam. “So, you got any location on where he might actually be this time?” He asked over the phone. He didn't want to come out because then people would probably recognize him, and also, because he had seen Brandon the previous night. “He might have recognized me so it's better to stay put till he goes away,” he said internally. “We have nothing for now. The device looks a little distorted but we're fixing it and I will get back to you soon,” Sam said. “Alright. Don't take so long, I'll be waiting,” he said, hanging up the phone. He laid on his bed waiting for room service to bring him in his food. Finally the doorbell rang and he got up to check the door. “I brought your food sir, as yo
Tension continued to build as the two ladies stared daggers into each other's eyes. Hannah's hands stretched out to grab Khloe while Khloe didn't bulge at all. “I'm telling you for the last time. Don't fucking touch me with those filthy hands of yours. I'm not handing you those keys,” Khloe replied, more infuriated than ever before. “So, you do have the keys. You have finally admitted. Very well then,” Hannah said, returning her hands to herself. “I have been kind to you and politely asked you to give them to me, but you've refused. Just prepare for the consequences,” Hannah said, turning to leave. “Whatever you say doesn't bother or even move me at all. I'll take those keys to my grave, not you nor Ethan will get that key,” she yelled after Hannah. But got ignored as Hannah entered her vehicle and drove off. “God, that woman is annoying. I just do not understand what she wants to do with the safe….such an ungrateful gold digger. What's wrong with these women? Even Emily is after