At the penthouse, Dede stretched her arms as she yawned. She turned and lay on her back still stretching but froze with her hands stuck in their position. She quickly sat up and covered herself with the blanket."Good morning Mr Adams," she greeted."Why are you in my bed?" Bryson asked with an expressionless face."Your...your.. bed?" Dede repeated as her eyes scanned the room for confirmation that she was in Bryson's room. "You were given the second room. So why are you in the first?" Bryson asked with one hand in his pocket."I am sorry. The second room was locked. This one was open," Dede replied."So you decided to use it. I see," Bryson said. "Take a shower, get dressed and come downstairs," he said."I don't have any clothes," Dede said."Alex is bringing you one," Bryson said as he headed for the door. Dede got down from the bed after Bryson had left. She exited the room and ran into Alex. Alex gave her a bag. He walked towards the second room door and picked up the key from
Alex took the container to the lab just like Melissa had thought. "I want the names of all the fingers that touched this container," Alex said and the man nodded taking the container from Alex. Alex dropped a bundle of cash on the table. "You know my boss. If you don't want to end up like your friend, make sure you stick to the truth no matter what," Alex said and the man gulped. He recalled a similar situation. His friend and working colleague took some money and changed the results which was shared with Bryson. He did not know how but Bryson found out. He recalled the day like yesterday. Bryson marched into their space with six armed guards. They were all made to sit and watch as a guard tortured the man to speak the truth and bled him out. Bryson sat down and watched together with them as the life slowly faded out of the man as he bled onto the floor with the bullet and knife wounds inflated on him."I like nothing but the truth. Lies irritate me," Bryson said after the man took
"I can only admire him from afar and I get to see him every day," Dede said to herself and lay on the bed unaware of the monitors in her room. The day slowly passed and surprisingly, Melissa did not show her face at Bryson's apartment. Bryson sat in his office after dinner and completed some office work. He picked up his phone and called Alex."Is there food in the apartment?" Bryson asked. "Yes, boss. I stuffed the kitchen with a few stuff when I went out today," Alex replied."Good. How is she?" Bryson asked."She is happy," Alex said watching Dede on the monitor as she happily danced in her room humming an unfamiliar tune."Happy?" Bryson repeated with a frown."She is dancing," Alex revealed sounding amused."Dancing?" Bryson repeated. "Yes, boss," Alex confirmed."I see," Bryson. "Do not get distracted. Keep your ears and eyes on the ground," he added and ended the call. "She is dancing," Bryson repeated the statement as he exited the office for his room.The next day, at 6. 3
"Yes, I did," Bryson said turning to look at Dede placing the results on the table. "Get your stuff we are going somewhere," he said coldly and Dede turned to walk away but she paused in her steps."Sir, please is everything alright?" Dede asked facing Bryson once more."Don't ask silly questions. I gave you an instruction," Bryson flared off.Dede turned and hurried her steps out of the office. It is not like she had not seen Bryson angry before but she was just wondering what was making him angry. She saw an envelope on his desk which she did not place there. Everything that goes to Bryson passes through her. She had nothing to pack as she came to work without a bag. She just locked the shelf and kept the key where she was supposed to. She stepped out of her office using the outer door and saw Bryson heading for the elevator. She hurried her steps but by the time she got there, the elevator door was closing. She used the staircase running down to ensure she made it to the garage. She
Melissa dropped to her knees in tears the moment, Bryson exited the balcony. She watched through the glass door as Bryson and his guards headed for the main door. "Bryson," she called out to him but Bryson did not even spare her a glance.He walked through the front door and was out of the building. Inside the car, he shut his eyes in pain. He did love Melissa. He wanted to spend his life with her. The first time he set eyes on her, there was something about her that made him look at her. She didn't draw his inner feelings but she was unique in her own way. She was smart and very down to earth. Her attitude changed when she rose to stardom in the modelling agency. She suddenly changed in character. She suddenly turned rude. He had wanted to believe it was the defence she was building for the harsh reality of the entertainment industry so she would not get bullied. This was why he delayed their marriage. He wanted to be sure of her. Next, she started the plastic surgery. He asked her o
"Bryson?" Melissa called out and the expression on her face quickly changed from that of anger to sadness. "Please, don't leave me. I can't live without you," she said and held Bryson's by the lapel of his jacket. Bryson stood there like a robot, his gaze very cold. Melissa's face was inches away from his as she sobbed, her face suddenly getting covered with tears streaming down her cheeks and her eyes turning red with pain. Bryson's gaze shifted to Melissa's plastic surgery lips which were moving with the words coming out of her and he frowned. "Get off me Melissa," Bryson said coldly."Melissa get a hold of yourself," James yelled feeling Melissa was embarrassing herself begging a man for his love like that but his wife frowned feeling her husband was supporting Bryson's behaviour. "Bryson, don't do this to me," Melissa pleaded ignoring her father. "Bryson, I believe we can talk about this," Rebecca said and James pulled Melissa away from Bryson. "Mrs Jackson, Mr Jackson and I a
Bryson moved his hand and realized he was not alone. He frowned and turned on the bedside lamp. When he turned to look, he came face to face with Dede's sleeping face. He stared at her for a while and wondered why she was sleeping in his room again. He wanted to leave the room but his body will not respond to him. Dede moved her body slightly drawing his attention to her. He turned to stare at her again. Her face was inches away from his. He slowed his breathing not wanting to wake her. With so much on his mind and being tipsy, he was not sure when he drew closer after admiring her face for a while under the dim light. He had kissed her before and he never forgot the taste of her lips. The urge drew his desire to the surface. He kissed her and Dede opened her eyes and moved backwards seeing Bryson in her bed. "Sir," Dede whispered. "Ssh," Bryson said placing his hand on his lips. Dede realized immediately he was drunk. She got out of bed and Bryson's gaze followed her as she went
"Huh!" Dede said unable to look Bryson in the eye."Look at me and answer my question," Bryson said and Dede struggled to raise her head to look at Bryson.She looked everywhere but Bryson. Bryson stood up from behind his desk and walked up to her. Dede retrieved her steps making Bryson stop in his tracks. The last thing he wanted to hear was, that he was harassing a woman in his office. He frowned and headed for the door."You can go back to your office and have the documents ready and on my desk for the afternoon meeting. Tell Alex, I said he should help you get ready for tomorrow's event," Bryson said and exited his office using the main exit. Outside, Bryson used the staircase and headed for the finance department. He could have invited the finance manager into his office but he wanted to get out of his office. It was just him and Dede alone on the whole fourth floor. Calling Dede to his office and her behaviour just now, brought his desire to the surface. He was just a couple of