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 TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY
On Sunday evening Robert told Dave.He called instead of waiting for a meeting. He sat home at his office with the door closed and dialed Dave's personal number when it was seven pm.Dave answered on the first ring.“Roxanne is with child,” Robert said.No answer in response.Not the quietness of someone processing. A different kind. The unique silence that follows when someone receives something and let it sit before responding.It took four seconds."Robert," Dave said. His voice was not totally firm."Yes," Robert said.Another silence. Shorter."How far?" Dave said.Robert informed him of the doctor's findings."And Roxanne?" Dave said."Well," Robert said. “Entirely herself, tired and nauseous in the mornings.”Dave was quiet.“Clara will be.” Dave began."About eighteen months.” Robert said.Dave was silent once again.Robert allowed him to remain silent. He sat in the office chair and surveyed the room around him and gave Dave his space.“I'm going to cry,'' Dave said."I know
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE
It was Saturday, and it was like a morning that didn't know it was different from other mornings.At six o'clock, it was time for Robert to get up. Clara wasn't awake yet. He was making coffee, and standing at the kitchen window watching the city below. Gray early light of a December morning.He had slept well.Better sleeping than he had done for weeks. The special clean sleep that is experienced by those who have had something good come along and temporarily take the place of anything else that had been in their way.After dinner he lay beside Roxanne, who was asleep within twenty minutes, and he glanced up at the ceiling for a while, but he did not think about anything he usually did at night. He had considered a little room. A crib next to the existing crib that is already in the penthouse. The sound of two children breathing.He was asleep while he had that thing in his mind.He was standing in front of the window, holding a cup of coffee.Roxanne came into the kitchen door. She
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT
When she went through the door Robert was in the kitchen.Clara was sitting in her chair. The focused concentration Robert brought to the cooking process was what he used to make dinner. When she entered, he looked up at her.He read her face.He set aside the object he had in his hands."What happened?" he said.She placed her purse on the chair.She looked at him over the kitchen.Clara sat between them and she looked at her. Clara focused her whole morning on Roxanne.Clara said mummy.Her newest word. The same purposeful timing as that of daddy months ago.Roxanne took a look at Clara.Robert could read something moving down her face.He turned.He was standing in front of her."Roxanne," he said.She looked at him.She told him.She spoke plain and truthfully as she spoke things that were true and too big to arrange.Robert's gaze was fixed on her.He was now still as a stone.She looked at his face.She observed all that passed through her. The processing. The precise order of a
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN
Roxanne saw it on a Monday morning.When she was at her laptop in front of the kitchen table, she paused and sat back. Robert lifted his head from the island."You all right?" he said."Tired," she said.He looked at her. She had her hand flat on the table in front of her. Not doing anything. Simply, placing it there.He told her to go back to bed.“It's time for me to attend my nine o’clock meeting,” she answered."Move it," he said.She didn't move it. She drank her coffee and then went to her office and returned home at six o'clock. Robert made dinner. She ate half of it."Come back here, you're not feeling well," he said.“Yes I am fine,” she said. "I am just tired."He glanced across the table at her.She gazed at him."I have been tired before," she said.“Not like this," he said.She wasn't about to challenge that.By Wednesday, the fatigue had companion. A particular morning sickness that came at mornings and sat with her all day into the first two hours. She refused to tell R
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SIX
Phillip discovered the irregularities on Thursday afternoon.He was not looking for them.He was going through the old storage box. Not for intelligence use. As part of the disclosure documentary process, the lawyers had requested that he examine what was in the box. All the items in the box had to be catalogued and evaluated for significance in the continuing events.He was carefully going through the box. Documents Identifying Financials from the original case. Letters before Robert's banishment from the family. Records from the early Zenco years.He discovered the folder in the bottom.It was a folder that he had compiled in the initial investigation of Robert's promotion. The time leading up to the period of Maxime's imprisonment. Historical records. Financial documents related to the early stages of the Castellano coalition.He opened it because he had to catalogue it.He read through it for cataloguing purposes.He left it at page seven.A business transaction log of a corporate
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE
It was a Wednesday, which was the first time in three months that Leonard Hayes has made an external contact.Not the normal paths. Not by his lawyer, nor by the federal communications system that was supervised as part of his custody. The mechanism was discovered four days after its use by Chen's team.A message. Passed through a legitimate legal correspondence channel that had no known connection to Leonard Hayes that was part of a law firm. The firm had previously been used in another property deal years before his arrest, but through a number of intermediaries. The relationship was so weak that it could not be seen in the original case records.It was a Sunday morning when Chen phoned Robert.Robert was sitting at a table with Clara on his lap. Clara was working diligently on a board book. He responded with his free hand, holding Clara with his other.“Leonard reached out to someone out there,” Chen said."Who?" Robert said.“It's a financial operator in Geneva,” Chen said. “It's
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