Chapter 4

Chris wobbled along the dimly lit hallway dragging Cara along with him.

Cara struggled to get free from him, but couldn't. She was certain she had heard the voice before but couldn't point out where. 

She kept her head bent for fear of being faced with a nightmare of having sēx with someone she knows. 

It was better she only imagined she knew the man than to truly recognize him.

She used her free hand to wipe off the lone tear running down her over-painted cheeks. 

There was no need to cry, none of her tears had ever worked, especially when the men were this drunk.

She pulled down her black leathered skirt which hung tightly to her buttocks and left nothing to the imagination. 

These had been the provocative wears she was always forced to wear, in attracting men who patronize the factory.

Chris pulled Cara roughly as he barged into an empty room. The only light in the room was the one emanating from a table lamp.

Chris grinned and pushed Cara to the bed carelessly, all he wanted was to have his way.

Cara felt her back ache at the sudden push, she wasn't ready for another rough sex. 

She turned and crawled towards the far edge of the bed wishing the man would fall on the bed and sleep off. It had happened before, and it was her best night.

Chris jumped on the bed and pulled Cara with her legs back to the center.

Cara shut her eyes and begged to be let go, tears rolled down her cheeks, going straight into her ears.

She tussled with all her might, but despite being drunk, Chris pinned her to the bed with his knee and tore the little piece of cloth covering her body.

Her skirt wasn't a hindrance as she had no panty on. He pushed up her skirt and dug deep into her vagina with four fingers all at once. He thrusted in furiously and laughed as he did.

Cara screamed in horror and prayed for mercy. She clenched her teeth to swallow the pain that shot through her spine.

Chris removed his belt, unzipped his trousers, and eased out his dick. He spread Cara's legs wider and forced his way in, letting out a loud moan.

•••••••

Kelvin sat on the sofa in his office with his laptop placed on his lap, he had lots of emails to reply to, and meetings to schedule if he must escape queries from his father.

He rubbed his eyes to wipe off the dizziness, he remembered he had not been sleeping well for some time, and took a mental note of how much rest he would get once done with his task.

The door hissed, and Kelvin looked up to see Kendrick walk into his office with pride. 

He paused what he was doing and watched as Kendrick gape around his office like it was his first time being there.

"What do you want, Kendrick?" Kelvin asked with patent displeasure.

Kendrick ignored his question and made his way to the visitor's chair. He swirled it around and sat down, facing Kelvin who was trying his best to stay calm.

"The only reason I am yet to punch your face is because of my father. Kendrick, if you have nothing important to say, please leave my office, I am too busy for your silliness right now." Kelvin said.

Kendrick scoffed and rested his back on the chair crossing his legs daringly. "You mean you'll kill me like you killed Johnny?"

Kelvin swallowed hard, he was already losing his cool.

Kendrick snorted derisively. He was loving the look on Kelvin's face and would do anything to make him get on his father's bad side.

"It's high time you understood that you cannot be the CEO of this company Kelvin, not while I am alive. I have toiled and given my everything to ensure this company is where it is today. As the second in command, it is only normal that I take charge after Mr. Murray's retirement." 

He paused and dust of imaginary dirt on his gray suit.

"You see," he continued, "I have the experience, I have the age, I have the connection, I have everything to take over this company, and I won't watch you destroy my plans." 

He glared at Kelvin who was getting enraged by his audacity.

"While you were living a reckless life, I was paving the way for myself. While you were in prison, I was here being the company's puppet and taking charge when Mr. Murray, your father was away."

Kendrick cleared his throat and stood up, he walked towards the door, placed his hand on the doorknob, and turned to look at Kelvin. 

"I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you do not become the CEO. If I can't be, no one else will." He smiled and walked out of the office, leaving the door ajar.

Kelvin banged his hands on the sofa and howled like a wounded animal. "Such a bastard!" He cursed under his breath and combed his fingers through his hair.

•••••••

A man in a black suit and hat sat at a desk in a dark library. He had a tobacco pipe in his mouth and the smoke from it spread across his unseen face.

He had a lamp on his table, with numerous files scattered all over. 

He pushed off some paperwork and picked a photograph, it was that of Kelvin. 

He tapped on it with his right forefinger at a slow pace.

He picked up the landline phone on his table and dialed a number, it rang for a few seconds and he spoke into the receiver huskily.

"You missed him the last time, would you want me to waste you?"

He paused and listened for some minutes, then he said, "we have no luxury of time, I want him out of the way before the next meeting."

He hung the call and puffed out more smoke into the air.