At Tim's House
He waited for her to answer the question, but she could not. He grinned in pleasure at her sudden loss of eloquence. “Even with four million pounds sterling, she can't do anything meaningful with her life,” he said. “Does she have two fathers? Is it the one that was chatting that was poisoned?” He asked himself and turned off his device. He walked to his room to take a nap. After changing to simple wear, he laid on the bed and closed his eyes but his phone ringtone would not allow him. “Oh, my goodness!” He exclaimed and sat up. He picked up the phone and was amazed to see the caller. “Good evening, Your Excellency,” he greeted him. “Good evening, Tim. Turn on your television if you are close to it.” “It is all right, Your Excellency,” he said and complied. He saw the Head of State of a powerful nation, Kingsland, Field Marshall Brian Foxe, boasting in his broadcast. He was threatening to wipe away a smaller and powerless nation, Oregany from the surface of the earth. “How dare you talk when we are talking? Kingsland call the shots and you are to obey.” Kingsland has been drilling the oil of Oregany, a small neighboring country of 1,267,000 square kilometers and a population of 28,094,403 for years. Their presence in the country had impoverished her. Presently, a new Head of State had emerged and wished that they should leave their country but they were headstrong. “Do they want to colonize them for life?” Tim asked himself while watching. In the end, he called back the Head of State and stated, “I have seen the broadcast, Your Excellency.” “That is good. Did you hear what that arrogant and self-imposed Field Marshall said?” Tim laughed inwardly because he was aware that he hated the Field Marshall with passion. “Yes, Your Excellency.” “Get ready to give the small country the support that they need to humiliate that idiot out of their country,” he ordered. “I got it, Your Excellency.” “Give me the progress report.” “I will.” Tim ran his hand across his head and mulled over their discussions. “Where do I start from?” He asked himself. Meanwhile, he saw the edited version of the jingle with Brig. Witherspoon and he was happy. Instantly, he got a message from the Brigadier. (Thank you for your help. I saw myself in the jingle.) He smiled after reading the message and replied. (Consider it as nothing. Congratulations.) (Thank you for the compliment.) After the chat, he looked at the time and pouted. “It's after 6 o'clock. How will I contact the Oregany Defense Minister?” He asked himself and got up. To while away time before dinner, he decided to stroll around the courtyard. He saw George and Collins sitting in the garden probably discussing how Ella would meet his father. Before he moved further, he saw the old man and the janitor pruning the flowers. “Wow, this is good, Old Man,” he complimented him and walked up to them. “You are right, Young Man. I have not done this for several years.” “I see. Be careful and don't overwork yourself.” “I understand. Thank you for your concern.” At Laura's House She had left her parents' apartment but her mother's question that hit her like a sledgehammer was still on her mind. “What kind of business will I do with the compensation since I have no skill?” “I may not resign. Whether they are happy with me or not, I will not resign. If they terminate my employment, I will sue them again and get more compensation,” she resolved and cheered up. The Next Day Wednesday With Bright's confusing attitude when she joined the bus, she was uncertain whether he was aware of any petition or not. “Why did he not go home with his car yesterday?” “Why was he moody?” “Why the cheerfulness this morning?” The questions tumbled in and out of her mind without any answers. She was quiet while Ted and Bright kept the bus lively with their funny jokes which had nothing to do with her and everyone, including the driver laughed happily. Shortly, they were at the complex. At The President's Office George instructed Bright to ensure that Ella met her father that day. “I got it, Boss.” “When she is set, my driver will take her to the patient and bring her back.” “It is all right, Boss,” he answered and left for the canteen. After he spoke with Ella and her Supervisor, he returned to the office. Before he could sit down, the Accountant walked in. “Good morning, Capt. Graham,” he greeted him. “Good morning, Secretary,” he answered and walked into George's office. “Good morning, Captain,” George stood up and saluted him. He saluted him too and sat down. “What brings you so early?” George asked in astonishment. “I got a payment alert from the Head of State of Kingsland,” he informed him. “Wow! That is good. Has he ordered the weapons?” “That is the problem. Without an order, he just paid.” “That is weird. How do we know what he wants?” “Or when he wants them.” “Inform Capt. Miles so that he won't take us unawares.” “You have a good point.” He was about to get up when the Sales Manager walked in. “Good morning, Capt. Abrams,” George saluted him. “Good morning, Sgt. Young,” he returned the salute and faced the Accountant. He greeted him and shook hands with him. Afterward, he took his seat and they waited for him to speak. “I got a funny order,” he stated. George furrowed his brow and asked him, “How?” “The client said that we should not supply any weapon to any other buyer for three months.” “Ha!” The Accountant exclaimed. “How much is he willing to pay?” George asked. “It's like he had paid. I wanted to confirm with Capt. Graham and was told that he is here.” George gave the Accountant a questioning look and waited for his opinion. “Who ordered the goods?” He asked. “Kingsland's Head of State,” he answered and they laughed softly. “I can understand. He has paid,” the Accountant declared. The Sales Manager smiled dryly and asked, “When? Before or after the order?” “It doesn't matter. We have to be proactive to avoid disappointing him,” George pointed out. “It is all right,” they responded one after the other and left. Instantly, George informed Tim of the other and he got a weird response. “Don't supply anything to him, not even a knife,” he answered dismissively. “I got it, Boss,” he replied and cut the call. “What is wrong with the order? Has he not paid?” George thought. He was mulling over Tim's response when he got a message from him and he read it quickly. (Ask the Accountant to fix the funds for four months. It will yield some interest before the Field Marshall starts making trouble with us.) George grinned a nonchalant sneer and responded. (I got it, Boss.) Afterward, he breathed freely and got up. At The Gate As Laura promised, after waiting for an acknowledgment, the lawyer felt neglected. He dressed in his complete official wear of a lawyer and was out to tell them where to shove it. “They cannot try this with me,” he told himself when he got to the gate. He came with the hard copy of the petition for the President to acknowledge it. “Good morning, Officers,” he greeted them with a gloomy countenance. “Good morning, Barrister. How may we help you?” An officer asked him. “I wish to see the President,” he stated boldly. The confused officer looked at him again before he looked at Cpl. Simpson who was within earshot for his reaction. “Who does he want to see?” “He wished to see the President.” “Is he expecting you, Barrister?” “Yes, he is,” he answered curtly. “He did not inform us,” he pointed out and observed the barrister. He knew it was risky to contact the President without any prior notice. He dialed his intercom all the same. They waited for him to pick up the call but he did not. Even if he drank the potion of confidence, he wouldn't dare to dial it again. He faced the barrister and announced, “He wasn't expecting you. Otherwise, he would have picked up the call.” “Inform him that …” “He is seeing all of us from his office,” the Corporal interrupted him and made clear. He looked at the folder in his hand and was confused. “How can I submit this to him?” He asked. “You would have please let us know that you have a message for him.” “I apologize. Can I see his secretary?” He requested hoping that Laura was still the secretary. “That won't be a problem. What is your name?” “I'm Barr. Denise Wentworth.” “It's okay,” he said and dialed the secretary's number while the barrister waited expectantly. Instantly, Bright picked up the call and greeted the Corporal, “Good morning, Cpl. Simpson. How may I help you?” He inquired. “Good morning, Secretary. One Barr. Denise Wentworth has a message for the President.” “Collect the message from him,” he ordered and cut the call. Incidentally, the barrister could not hear him and hoped that Laura had approved his request. He took a step to walk into the complex after the call, but he was disappointed. “Submit your message to that officer,” the Corporal said dismissively and faced the money bag's drugs which he had been studying since morning. Nevertheless, the barrister knew that his Human Rights Advocacy stopped there. “Okay, Officer,” he said and walked to the officer. He acknowledged the petition and he left with a copy. “Why didn't she want to see me?” He mumbled while walking to his car.At The Front DeskAfter George got up, he walked out of his office and headed to the Production Department. He envisaged that the Sales Manager would be with Capt. Miles to inform him of the order and he imagined rightly.Laura was upset when he saw him walking unperturbed as though there was no petition.“Why is the barrister delaying? He promised to come this morning and submit a hard copy,” she asked herself and began to wait.At The Production“I thought as much. I knew I would meet you here,” George announced joyously after greeting Capt. Miles.“What brings you, Sergeant?” Capt. Miles asked.“Concerning the order. Let us wait for clarifications from the client. He can't stop us from satisfying our regular clients,” he stated without quoting the President.“You are right. How can he monopolize us,” the Production Manager pointed out.“But he has paid,” the Sales Manager said.“We are not contesting that. But his standing order. So, keep accepting orders.”“I got it,” Capt. Abrams
He got up too and watched her walking away. “Thank you for coming.”“It is my pleasure.”Collins who had been waiting for her at the foyer got up at once and followed her. Tim was happy with the arrangements and wished to see the old man's face. To his delight, he walked into the parlor to update him on their meeting.“Old Man, do you wish to see me?” He asked pretending not to know that Ella was around.“Yes. The dietician came.”“Oh, that is good. How was your meeting?”“Our meeting went well. She recommended some herbs for me. She also recommended that I drink plenty of water.”“I see. What are the names of the herbs? I can ask Frank to get them.”The old man pouted and took the blame, “I should have written them down.”“No. She should have written them down for you. Is that how she would take care of her patient?” He asked angrily and the old man was despondent.He allowed his anger to quell before pleading on her behalf.“Don't be hard on her. She promised to give the list to
At The ComplexLaura expected to see Bright on the bus. That would help her in her conclusion about his status. To her disappointment, he was not there.“What is going on?” She asked herself and looked left and right like a pickpocket.Those who saw it were skeptical about her and wondered if she was normal.Nevertheless, Bright must taunt her. He walked to the bus and inquired, “Is Ted here?”“Look at Ted behind you,” his colleagues shouted and he turned.He feigned surprise and asked, “Why are you here? Are you not coming with me?”“I thought you wanted to give the former secretary a ride,” he answered with a silly grin, and the staff members, including the driver, burst into strident laughter.“Let's go,” he announced and they left leaving their colleagues laughing happily.The Next Day - At The HotelTim left with Richard after his breakfast and met Ambrose and his men ready. After their pleasantries, they moved and Tim was startled.“The bus driver and his attendant are citizens,
At Tim's HouseSgt. Courtney was a perfectionist and tried to imbibe the same in his workers. In addition to the other requirements, he encouraged Ella to prepare herbal soup for the old man and she did. Afterward, she turned it into a food flask.“Thank you for your advice, Sergeant. I will get going,” she appreciated him.“It is my pleasure.”Meanwhile, the old man was waiting patiently for her while different thoughts filled his mind.“I hope they have not sacked her because of yesterday's error?”“But she has not committed any offense.”“They should have allowed her to prove herself,” he hissed, ran his hand through his head, and continued to wait.Nevertheless, Collins was waiting for Ella at the canteen car park. As soon as she walked out with her stuff, he helped her to arrange them on the bus. Subsequently, she sat down and they left. She was not aware that Collins and the old man lived together so, she never bothered to ask about him.Meanwhile, the enticing aroma from her so
“Welcome back, Gerald and Samuel,” they greeted them simultaneously after they got out of the car.“Thank you, for having us,” they responded one after the other.George helped them to get their things from the car trunk and Tim drove to the garage.Nevertheless, the old man had been sleeping. The herbal soup had taken its toll on him. Despite the jubilation by everyone over their return, he did not wake up.George walked to his room and met him sleeping soundly. To avoid disturbing his sleep, he changed to his casual wear quietly and left for the parlor.Meanwhile, Tim and the boys had gone upstairs and George could hear their laughter. They took their things to their room while Tim walked to his room too.He slumped on the bed to release his stress and stretched himself.“What a day!” He exclaimed.He was annoyed when his phone rang and the other ones beeped with messages.“Oh, my God! Who is calling me?” He asked himself.Notwithstanding, he ignored all of them and breathed heavily
The others laughed as well and Tim continued with strengthening things out.He faced George and asked, “You may be wondering why they address me as Brother-in-law.”George was mute and locked eyes with him. Notwithstanding, he continued, “They are the siblings of my ex-wife. I will appreciate it if you continue to be their big brother as you are already doing.”George was thrilled to hear that he had a special place in his heart for the siblings of his ex and refrained from asking questions about his marriage.“I'm glad to hear that, Boss. I will not relent,” he promised him.With the clarifications, they were relieved and had their fruits joyously.At George's Room The old man woke up revitalized. Although he slept soundly he did not forget Ella's instructions. He walked to the toilet and washed his mouth and face. He returned to the room carried the bowl of fruit and finished the remaining one. While he was eating, he discovered that George had returned and was happy.“He must be w
Now, Richard and Valentine had gotten to the car and he opened the door for him. He waited for him to sit down before he shut the door and joined Tim in the front. Before he could shut the door, his phone rang and he was distracted. Tim focused on him and waited for him to pick up his call.He looked at Tim and announced, “The Bus Attendant.”Without Tim's reaction, he answered the call while Tim and Valentine listened. At last, he informed the Attendant, “Don't panic. We will be with you shortly.”Without further delay, he drove off and George walked to the lobby. Barbara, the Corporal on duty greeted him accordingly while Laura, who just arrived and was trying to settle down, looked away when she saw him. Unfortunately, George was too busy with how to deal with the Field Marshal to recognize her. He walked to the elevator and got in. Soon, he was in his office and met the Sales Manager waiting for him.He gave him a hand salute and he returned it.“Kindly come with me,” he requeste
At The Complex's Lobby Laura and her angry lawyer had not rested because of the nonchalant attitude of the company over their petition. The lawyer thought that he should be celebrating as the daring Human Rights Activist to dip his hands into the eyes of the company while she imagined that she should have been richer.Now, Barbara was disturbed with her frequent visits to the toilet each time her phone rang. She had done no work that morning apart from calling and receiving calls while Barbara did all the work.“You may leave me with no choice but to report you to the authorities if you continue like this,” Barbara warned her when she returned from the toilet for the umpteenth time.“What is my offense?” She feigned ignorance of her misconduct and asked.“You will soon find out when the remaining fifty percent of your salary is withheld,” she informed her bluntly.Laura panicked at the truth but could do nothing to defend herself. She just had to grin and bear it.“I was only joking.