"They couldn't afford to implicate us so they silently took the beatings knowing they were in the wrong", Peter Wright reported to his boss.
The latter had their spinning chair facing the floor to ceiling window that was left open to expose the night decorated by the bright lights from the beautiful city called New York. The view outside was beautiful but the temperature in the room was below zero. In the presence of their boss, they could not afford to even breath too loud.
The five goons had their heads hanging low although their faces were swollen from being beaten black and blue. One of them had a constant pained expression; he was probably standing on a broken leg. Neither went to the hospital but went straight to report to their superior who was overseeing their operation, Peter Wright, and were called in along with him to report on their failed mission.
With this thought, Peter wiped his sweaty palms against his suit pants and swallowed a hard lump. "A-And they couldn't catch Dylan. He.... escaped."
Silence. A creaking sound was heard when the boss suddenly stood up from their seat. The boss walked leisurely with their eyes trained on Peter. The latter had his hands clenched to stop them from shaking. With every step the boss took, Peter felt like his heart would burst from anxiety. He really wished he could drop dead in that moment.
The boss's scent wafted to his nose before he saw the former's shoes direct in his sight. He knew what was coming next. It was his idea to use Dylan as a way to lure out Miss Harper. A lot of resources had gone into finding the man's picture, although blurry, and his whereabouts. But all that was for nothing. The man slipped right through their fingers and his boys just had to offend George Stewart, at least, he let them off with a few beatings but still. It was all for nothing and it was his fault.
His head was still hanging low when his boss gestured with a wave off a hand to let everyone leave. Peter realized his doom was seconds away when he heard the soft closing of the door. A cold finger hooked under his chin and he was forced to look into the eyes of his boss.
"You know it's your fault, don't you?" The boss asked. Their eyes flashed with malicious intent and a smile that did not reach their eyes graced their face. Peter could only nod as he swallowed a hard lump.
An hour later.
The door to a beautiful home opened letting in a man, it was Peter. Upon entering, he could already smell the pleasant aroma coming from the kitchen.
"Boys! Dinner is almost ready! Go and wash your hands", he heard his wife shout.
"Last one to the bathroom is a loser!" He heard one of his sons speak.
"You're on!" The other one responded.
He soon heard the sound of their footsteps. The boys emerged in the corridor from the living room only to stop, one 10 years old and another 8. Their little faces lit up when they saw their father by the door.
"Dad!" The two shouted in unison before rushing to hug him.
"Kaden! Kyle! Were you boys good today?" His gaze was full of affection as he ruffled his sons' hair. His wife emerged from the kitchen with a happy smile that lit up his world. He smiled as he watched her walk to him before she planted a kiss on his lips.
"Hey honey", she whispered.
"Ew!" The boys complained from being sandwiched and their parents' PDA. The two adults chuckled at their sons' cuteness.
"I'll go shower and join you shortly", Peter said.
She nodded and led the boys away. He walked off into their bedroom and placed his briefcase on the bed before going into the bathroom. He made sure to lock it. The smile on his face disappeared when he turned to look at his reflection in the mirror. The man's face crumbled and he slumped to the floor while cupping his mouth. Silent tears fell as the man fought to suppress his sobs.
At Frost Corporation.
George happily gave the report to his boss about the day's happenings from Dylan being detained and how their plan created the perfect diversion to let Dylan escape. "In conclusion, A.J safely exited the airport; the only mishap is that we don't know who sent those men. Their information does not appear in the system either." freewe bnovel.com
"That was not A.J", Zach finally spoke.
"Sir?" George's brows rose. "Then who....?"
"Do you really think it would be that easy to find A.J?" Zach answered back with a question.
George fell silent. Although a lot of resources had gone into tracking down the said man, but all it took was five, no, four days and he arrived on the morning of the fifth day to report his findings. For someone as great as A.J, that was too easy. So, who is he? Why would his boss send his men to protect him starting from the Bahamas and then here back in New York? Why would he waste his efforts like that when he is supposed to be looking for Miss Harper? Miss Harper. He gasped, 'Could it be Miss Harper is ....?'
"And how sure are you that Dylan is in New York?" Zach threw him another question.
"Sir.....? But our diversion...."
"Did you see him leave the airport?" Zach arched his perfect brow. What on Earth happened earlier? Was he, George, even present? Why is his boss able to see through everything when he wasn't even there?
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