2026-01-11 06:49:32“What the hell?.” Roxanne screamed as her head twirled, she hit Robert on the shoulder hard.
“Put me down you faggot, how dare you touch me.”
Robert put her down immediately, and received a hot slap on his cheek, he felt the sting as his cheek turned red, burning from her slap.
Angela, and Bridget rushed into the room on hearing Roxanne's screams. They saw her rubbing a towel against her skin so hard freaking out.
“What's happening?, Roxanne, talk to us?”
“Arrgh, can you believe this swine laid his disgusting hands on me?.” Roxanne cried.
Without wasting time, Angela gave Robert an equally stinging slap, followed by Bridget.
“How dare you?.” Angela spat in disgust.
“He claims to be rich, and wants helps my company.” Roxanne pouted, still scrubbing her body off Robert's filth.
“Oh please, only an insane person would listen to Robert's trash talk, not in a million years would he ever move from the position of your houseboy.” Bridget said in disgust.
Roxanne threw the towel on the floor,
“Clean this mess you made in my room, and if you ever touch me with your lizard-like hands, I'll burn you with a hot iron.” She threatened, calling her girls to leave the room.
Robert could not bring himself to touch his cheek, the burning sensation from the women's slap still tingled.
He checked his phone again to be sure the message was still there?, indeed it was.
He quickly called his account manager to check the inflow of money to his account. The manager confirmed that the account was on a rise every minute as Robert's old workers already started working on the oil field.
Robert quickly finished up with the toilet, and his other duties, whistling as he did. Roxanne wondered if the slap he got triggered something else in him.
Before he would sleep that night, Robert searched for his special black card, which had his name engraved in golden ink. It was a card made specially for him, he kissed the card before going to sleep.
A sudden hard kick on his thighs woke him the next day.
“Wake up you fool, you'd be taking me to work today?” Roxanne scowled from above the bed.
She gave her car to Angela to drive home since Angela's car was low on fuel, and she forgot to send Robert to get some.
“I have an important meeting today Robert, don't waste my time.”
Robert hastily went about his morning duties so he could take her to work, it was the first time she demanded such from him, as she always said she was embarrassed to be seen with him in public.
Robert removed the delivery box from the bike, to create space for Roxanne.
He stretched out a second helmet to her.
“You can't be serious, do you really expect me to put that smelling thing over my head?.” She collected it from him, and threw it away.
Robert started the bike, so they could get going.
Roxanne grimaced as she clutched Robert's clothes with just the tip of her finger, she knew eventually that she'd have to hold tight so she doesn't fall off.
As the bike sped off, Roxanne buried her face in Robert's back, better to take in his cologne than show her face to people along the road.
Roxanne told Robert to drop her off a block from her office building, he pretended not to hear her. They pulled up right in front of the building beside a Porsche that pulled up as well.
Maxime Rodrigo stepped out of the car, in his expensive suit looking all radiant, and shiny with his shades, he took it off.
“Roxanne Murillo, what are you doing on a delivery bike?.”
Roxanne felt ashamed, the first person to see her was the man who was actually the one trying to buy out her company.
“Nothing, it was just a quick way to get to work.”
“Please, you could have called me,”
Maxime tapped on Robert's helmet.
“Who is this?”
“Robert Jackson.” Roxanne answered without emotion.
“Ohhhhh, the slug you married, you could have done better Roxanne.” Maxime mocked, he'd always hated Robert for being Roxanne's husband.
Robert had had enough of people's snide comments about him being Roxanne's husband, he only played the fool for five years because he had no option, now that he was rich, he can take on anybody.
He removed the helmet from his head.
“Who are you calling a slug?”
He looked Maxime in the eyes, not flinching for even a second.
Roxanne quickly stepped in between them.
“What do you think you are doing?” She asked between clenched teeth.
“This is my work place, do not embarrass me.” Robert wasn't deterred,
“Tell this guy not to ever disrespect me again, or I will give him a whooping his mother failed to give him years ago.
“You know what, I'd give you the money as I said before, so you don't have to work under this sleazy goat.”
It touched a nerve on Maxime, it was not the first time he'd insulted Robert, most times he'd top his insults with a flick on Robert's head, he always enjoyed it.
Even Roxanne was surprised by Robert's new attitude.
“Don't you have work to get to?, quit embarrassing me, and leave.”
“Your boy's grown some balls, even saying he wants to give you the money.” Maxime mocked.
Roxanne tucked Maxime's hand. “Let's go in, he's delusional.”
Maxime turns away, but not before putting his hands on top of Roxanne's waist seductively, where Robert can see him.
Robert's eyes burnt with envy, he grabbed Maxime by the shoulder, threw him a punch that sent him spiraling on the ground.
Maxime was helpless against Robert, as he was beaten to a pulp.
A helpless Roxanne called for the security to get Robert off Maxime, and have him thrown out.
Robert fought aggressively as he was being dragged by the security guards.
“Touch my wife again, and I'll break your nose.”
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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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