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 THREE HUNDRED AND TEN
Several months later the penthouse had the specific quality of a home that had discovered its true form.Not the version before all that. The version with all the things and that had come through it and was bigger for the coming through. Toy in corners. A board book on the coffee table. There was a second small chair, which had been set down next to the first chair. A carry arrangement at the door next to Clara's coat.Robert was in the living room on the floor.Clara was standing there next to him, constructing something out of blocks. The particular bold design of a person who had determined that these blocks would be a component of something, and who was negotiating with the physical laws whether or not that could be done.Pius was lying on the mat next to her. He was four months old, and he was beginning to have opinions about the world. He observed Clara's building of blocks like a note taker.Robert glanced at both of them.There was no thought of anything around him in his mind
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND NINE
Phillip was arrested on Tuesday morning.He was in his lawyer's office when the FBI agents knocked there. Not dramatically. Two agents. A formal document. The quality of procedure used in an arrest, a carefully-prepared rather than suddenly-arranged arrest.His lawyer was with him all the time.Phillip glanced over the document. He read it. He handed it back.He looked at his lawyer.His lawyer looked at him with the look of one who knew this was going to happen, and had been preparing for it, and he was here when it was supposed to happen.His lawyer said, "All right?"Yes," Phillip said.He stood.He went along with the agents.The charges were specific and comprehensive. Conspiracy. Financial crimes linked to the initial Zenco case which had been completely uncovered during the disclosure. Obstruction related to the Leonard communication and what that communication had stimulated. The two fatalities overseas that Carver had described in his own cooperation agreement, and that the f
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHT
Patricia's piece was aired on a Friday morning.Not in any outlet. Patricia had set up simultaneous publishing on three big platforms. Such a coordinated release that was able to communicate the story and wasn't looking for attention but managing it. Responding to a story which had already been built around them by giving them the complete real story before any more construction was added.Robert read it at his desk at six AM.He read it, just as he read her other piece. Thoroughly and at a relaxed pace. He read what she had written about the fake document and where it came from, and what the federal investigation had found regarding the origin of the fake document. He read her letter on Roxanne's history, and the medical history and his particular sequence which made her implication in the fabrication impossible. He read what she had written about the DNA result and the documentation and the chain of custody that made the result unchallengeable.He read the portion of Maxime.It was
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND SEVEN
DNA results came back on Thursday morning.Robert was in the kitchen island when the secure message was received from the laboratory. A document attached. He briefly read the notification. Then he opened it.He read it.He placed the phone face down on the island.He sat still.He looked at the counter in front of him. On the coffee machine. The fruit bowl. The things of everyday life, the things they saw every morning, ordinary, and the things they did every day.So, it is what he had known. Pius Robert Jackson. It was clear, specific and unambiguous and backed by federal laboratory certification.His son. Without a doubt and without question.He took up the phone.He read it again.He put it down.He placed both hands on the island.He looked at them.There was something that he didn't expect to happen.He was not surprised with the outcome. He knew what the answer was going to be. He had assured Patricia Osei that the outcome would be what it is. He had been sitting with Roxanne in
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND SIX
Robert's worst board meeting since the Victoria Castellano period was the meeting on Monday.He was at the top of the table and was studying the faces round him and reading all of them, as he had been reading the rooms for years.Angela Voss was a little sad and somewhat irritated. When Robert was called on Sunday, it was Saturday evening and she had told him two things. The Board's support of him. That the board had to get him to stabilize the Zenco's position in the week or the stabilizing would be done without him.Both statements had been made in the same voice. Not as a threat and not as a comfort. Simply as fact.Bloom was gazing at the table. He had been gazing at the table for twelve minutes.Stanton was observing Robert, as if he had been in business for thirty-five years and was making a decision.There were three other board members who remained in the seats they were in all along. The expressions they used had the distinctive careful neutrality of those who await the direc
CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND FIVE
Patricia Osei came to the penthouse at two PM.She came alone. No photographer. No recording assistant. The only thing different here was herself and the small recorder she'd set on the kitchen island the same way she had on Robert's desk eighteen months ago, when she'd written the profile that had altered the public perception of him.She looked at Robert and Roxanne across the island.She took a look at them, as she had taken a look at Robert when he was working alone in his office. Not assessing. Reading. The particular attribute of a journalist who knew that the best information in an interview was before the end of the tape.“Well, before we start we need to know a few things," she said. "Off the record."“Go ahead," Robert said.“What you are about to do,” she said. “You’re going to be recorded today. About the test.” She gave both of them a glance. “I want to know you understand that, you don't owe this to anyone.”Roxanne looked at her.“The thing is, we know,” Roxanne said. “
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