The CEO's Puzzling Obsession

Mrs. Winston raised her hands with her phone still in her hand trying to find signal. She made sure her slight hand movements made no glimmer of sound as she stood still in the dark corner of a certain abandoned street that had Graffii and Scratchiti that gave a chilly look. She waved her hands to and fro, again and again silently with blood dripping down her hands. Her driver and her closest COO had just been killed. She was next. She stood still like a statue when she saw a shadow moving slowly and stealthily towards her direction. It was the same person who had attacked her convoy few minutes ago. She tried to remain calm, so she inhaled and exhaled. Network never came. She never got to call her husband Mr. Winston or her dear daughter, Amanda, or even the 911 emergency number. She watched gently as the figure passed her in the cold night. He was with his gun and had his mask on. He walked slowly and carefully observed every corner of the clear path under t

Colton fumed with anger and stormed into his room. There were already a few strippers waiting patiently for him in his room all half naked displaying their bodies. "All of you, get the hell outta here! Can't you f*cking see when I am not in the mood?" He screamed as soon as he sighted them. Quickly, all frightened, they dashed out of his room in sequence. They sure didn't want the wrath of their lord on them. It could mean death. Colton roared like a hungry lion, scattering everything his hands could lay on. None of the maids or househelps entered at that point. He could play with a broken glass. It happened several times. Colton ripped his suit open, allowing air to have passage. He walked to and fro, scattering some more items in his room. He then angrily shoved his hands into his pocket and took his phone out. He dialled his father Mr. Blake. Fumes escaped his nostrils like an angered bull. "Any updates son?" Blake asked as soon as he picked up the

Slowly, Ethan shoved the two cards back into his pocket gently as soon as he locked gaze with Colton. His mind flew high. Sweat gradually dripped from his face even though he was standing adjacent to an air conditioner. Ethan thought of going back upstairs and even running away from the bar, but it was already too late. "You mean this bartender saved Amanda? It's crazy don't ya think?" Colton asked, not seeming too interested in the guy. "Well, if that's what he claims, then, what's the big deal? Miss CEO is fine by the way." Beatrix ended. Ethan could not believe this. He thought of calling Jameson right away, but he held on for a bit. He tried all he could to make sure that no one noticed his phobia, so he simply smiled at Colton. "Let's get the fuck outta here!" Amanda commanded, somewhat aware of what was happening. "Alright, see um… why don't I accompany you to make sure she's safe. I mean, that's what friends are for right?" Colton offered to walk towards

Before the security could reinforce and attack, the armed men in masks were gone. Everyone was shocked to the bone as they couldn't comprehend how those thugs got into the hall despite having very tight security. Blake fumed in anger and stormed his fist on the handle of his wheelchair, it mistakenly pressed a button. The hall became filled with security personnels of each of the attendants carrying them quickly to safety. Soon, Blake's phone rang. His body suddenly began to quiver in fear. The name of the caller was just a code. '7665'. Blake refrained from answering the call at first, but he shamanised. "One simple job, and you failed me. Now, I will do as agreed. I will proceed with the withdrawal of all ongoing projects between us" a man spoke coldly from the other end of the phone and ended it. "Shit! Nooo…" Blake screamed in agony and then hurled his phone to the ground almost too hard. Thankfully, it didn't obtain any crevice, just a scratch. Blake's co

Amanda sat still besides her father. She watched as the life machine beeped in sequence. It was a very long night. The machine clock that hung suspendedly on the wall beeped as the time hit 11:00pm. It was quite dark outside. The room was dead silent, and one could hear the drop of a pin. Mr. Winston was quite an elderly man who had an unstable health. The slightest fear could increase his blood pressure. Ever since Mrs. Winston died, her husband's health just deteriorated immensely. "What exactly happened?" Amanda finally asked Miss. Kristen, her father's personal assistant. "Well, miss, I wasn't practically there at the hall the moment the hoodlums attacked, but, thanks to his security personnels, he was quickly grabbed and carried away. He fell to the floor on the process and had a fracture in his left arm" Kristen answered and lowered her head. Amanda's mind was swelling with questions. Was this a set-up? Does Colton have anything to do with this? No! He ca