2026-01-11 06:50:27Robert was thrown against his delivery bike, he landed with a massive thud, grazing his elbows. Blood spots came up from his elbow, he wiped at it with a piece of his clothes. Most of the people that walked past pointed at him laughing, they were making fun of him.
His phone rang, it was not a familiar number, but he picked.
“Hello Robert, it's been a while.” The voice greeted.
It was too familiar to not recognize, it was uncle Phillip, Robert's uncle, and the one that brought up his casting out of the family.
“What do you want?.” Robert asked rudely, as far as he was concerned, they were no longer related.
“Now that's not a way to speak to your uncle, I went through great lengths to get your number,”
“What do you want uncle Phillip?” Robert repeated the question.
“Our clan needs your help Robert,” uncle Phillip pleaded.
There was a smug smile on Robert's face, they definitely heard about his oil wells. The one thing they mocked him for.
“Why should I help you, you kicked me out without sympathy, for spending my own money.”
“We are sorry, and we are willing to do anything to be in your good graces again.”
“I don't have that kind of money you need, besides, what could make Zenco enterprise be in need of my help.”
“Your cousin, Carlton, we made him president, but he got into some shady deals, if you don't help us, the Jackson family name would be dragged in the mud.”
“How much are we looking?” Robert asked.
Uncle Phillip was skeptical, he didn't want to mention the amount at first “A hundred and fifty million.”
“That's a little amount to be so worked up for, I will help on one condition.”
“Name it, anything you want.” Was uncle Phillips hasy reply.”
“I want to be the president of Zenco.” Robert demanded with full authority.
“Consider it done, I'll make the arrangements for your arrival, when you come, the office will be ready for you.”
“Great,” Robert ended the call, tired of the conversation already. He picked up his delivery bike, it gave an awkward sound, he abandoned it, went to get another, which he drove straight to the pizza place.
Sandra Murillo was waiting for him, both hands on her waist, foot tapping aggressively on the floor.
“Incompetent, and useless at the same time, all you do is eat food from my daughter, and cause her nothing but embarrassment.” Sandra Murillo shouted as Robert walked in.
“Something came up, I am sorry,” Robert apologized.
Sandra Murillo's eyes went to the new delivery bike.
“I am sure you stole it, I have had enough of you, and your attitude, you are fired.”
“You can't fire me, Roxanne owns the place.”
“Well, I am the manager, and I have the right to fire whoever I please. So, you have to leave this place, return to the house, pack your things and leave as well.”
Robert was conscious of the people looking at him, so he tried to control himself.
“I won't leave the house until Roxanne tell me to leave herself. I love your daughter with all my heart, I won't do anything to make her feel bad.”
Sandra Murillo sneered,
“Just get out.” She barked.
Robert returned to the house to wait on Roxanne, he remembered that he had a school reunion to go later that evening. He chose to go there and chill before Roxanne would be back from work.
Back at Roxanne's office, she had on a worried expression all day, Maxime has left her in the middle of their discussion, claiming he had an urgent matter to handle. So he had to leave.
If it wasn't for the whole drama with Robert, they would have signed the deal since. The whole thing was exhausting.
She decided to just call it a day ,and return home, some of her workers were gathered talking and laughing. Roxanne got closer to know what made them to be in a spot.
“Did you see Mrs Murillo's husband out there? So funny and dirty. The nerve of him to touch Mr Maxime.” One said, disgusted.
“I wonder how Mrs Murillo got married to him in the first place, he is so below her level.” Another interjected.
“I can't even have him as a maid in my house, talk more of a driver.”
Roxanne coughed loudly to alert them of her presence, their nasty talks about her married life was beginning to make her cringe.
“Don't you have work to do, and homes to return to?.”
They saw the seriousness in her raised eyebrow, and stern voice. They all dispersed at once.
Before she could reach the main entrance of her company, she received a message that took her breath away.
She received the sum of fifty million, the sender was unknown to her.
Roxanne let out a scream of joy, covering her mouth with a hand as she drew stares to herself.
Her workers were probably wondering what the heck had gotten into her for screaming like that.
Roxanne peeped into her phone, the amount was actually right there, she could not contain the excitement much longer as she went straight for a seat before she would lose her balance.
Could it be that Maxime wanted to help her out instead of buying it instead?.
Maxime had always shown interest in Roxanne, but she was already married, and too principled to just ditch Robert for Maxime, who had always been her mother's choice for a husband.
The only reason she got close to Maxime was because he was the only one that offered the highest bid for her company.
She tried calling him to show her thanks for the generous help, his phone was not connecting.
“Well,” she stood up.
“At least my company is safe, I don't have to sell anymore.” She squealed.
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO
On Tuesday morning, Robert appeared before the international economic committee.The committee room was a big formal room, as is the case with international institutional spaces. Wood panelling. A long raised table at which the Committee members were seated facing the witness. Three international news organizations cameras. Four of the seven Committee members wore earphones for simultaneous translation.Robert sat at the witness position alone.He had refused to let counsel be with him. He had refused to accept a draft and a rewritten version of his statement by his staff. He didn't accept briefing papers he had prepared with answers to questions he expected to be asked.He only had water to drink.The meeting was called to order by the committee chair. She was Belgian. Seventy years old. The kind of person who'd spent decades asking tough questions in official settings and wasn't about to be impressed by formality or status.She expressed her gratitude to Robert for coming.She put h
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY
Agent Chen visited Dave on a Tuesday morning.She had never come to the office before. All previous messages had been sent by secure communication or in private meetings on locations with special neutrality. The office wasn't neutral. The office was visible. When she came to the office, she had decided that the need for what she was bringing was more important than the visibility of the channel.She was met in the lobby by Dave and escorted to the small conference room on the second floor which was not part of the executive floor, and had no window overlooking the main floor atrium. He had selected it ahead of her because if anyone was observing the construction the little conference room would not result in a visible meeting between Dave Morrison and a federal agent.Chen sat down.She did not open a folder or produce documents. She had brought nothing with her that could be observed or photographed."I am not here officially," she said.“Yeah, I get that,” Dave said."Somebody’s bee
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND NINETEEN
At two AM on Thursday, Robert was in Clara's room.Roxanne found him there.She had woken at one fifty, stretched out toward him in the darkness and found that the bed space beside her was empty, with the particular coldness of sheets that had been empty for some time. She lay silent awhile. She listened. The air in the penthouse was silent. Not the alarming quiet. The ordinary quiet of a building at two AM.She got up.She went and found him in Clara's room standing next to the cot.He wasn't doing anything. Not adjusting Clara's blanket. Not responding to a sound. Simply standing. Having a glimpse of Clara as he looked at her sometimes in these hours. The total focus of the person who has discovered something to observe and is actively observing it.Clara was asleep.The small quiet breathing of a sleeping child. Perfectly safe and perfectly sound.Roxanne stood in the doorway for a moment.She watched the man who was watching Clara.This she had seen before. Not once or twice. Regu
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN
Robert received the invitation on a Monday morning.A formal letter on headed paper from the secretariat of an international economic committee convening in three months. The committee was reviewing the effects of wealth concentration and corporate governance and the responsibility of large-scale businesses to the communities they served.They were calling a small group of business leaders to testify. The invitation described Robert as someone who is very well known in the public arena, for whom the employee ownership movement and his track record of community investment are very relevant to the work the committee is doing.He took the letter to his desk to read. He put it down. He went to window. He returned and read it once again.It was his instinct that first came into him, as it had with the Patricia Osei profile. To decline. To help keep the particular privacy he had found so helpful in many years of understanding that visibility created vulnerability.He had not declined the Os
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN
The doctor was located by Phillip's investigator on a Tuesday.Carver had been working backward through the records. From his limited access to the hospital's secondary system, as well as the names of the individual practitioners listed within that system. The majority of the names were common. General practitioners. Hospital staff. Expected rotations of routine care providers.A single name came up and then disappeared.A specialist. Connected to a private clinic that had since been closed. He specialist's professional registration had lapsed three years after the clinic closed. He had not practiced publicly since.It took four days for Carver to find him.He lived in a seaside town, eight hours away from the city. Not hiding exactly. Simply distant. The distance someone has maintained from an aversive connection to a professional life they no longer wished to have, as a result of physical separation, not hiding.His name was Dr. Aldric Mendes.He was an expert in obstetric medicine.
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