The Power of the Eminence grise

CHAPTER EIGHT; The Spy

Idris have kept a considerable distance away from the sleek luxury car that he made by the time he stepped into the street. He was on his way to meet a powerful woman when he noticed the spy.

He had spotted the car before he even entered a cab. Idris have maintained living like a regular guy despite the wealth and power at his disposal. His reason being to avoid attracting unecessary attention.

"Stop here" He informed the driver, determined to get a vivid picture of his spy.

After paying the driver, he went inside a serene cafe and settled down, but that was after making an order.

Few minutes later, a sleek luxury car pulled at the corner of the cafe shop. The driver alighted and then stepped into the cafe shop.

The spy ambled towards Idris, looking around, from one corner to the other and feighing aware of his presence until he stopped before his table.

"Mr Vader? What a coincedence" The spy who happens to be a beautiful lady said, feigning surprise as she lowers her shades.

"Is it?" Idris whose gaze have been on his coffee replied without looking up

"Sorry"

"You wanted my attention and now you have it, Ms. Bridget" Idris said, finally raising his head to stare at her pristine image. The spy or rather Ms. Bridget was a bit caught off guard. She was shocked on how he knew she was tailing him.

She slowly and shamefully sat down opposite him, "I apologize Mr Vader for by inadequacy and I pray you don't judge my character with that." She pleaded in a soft sincere tone.

Idris was pretty much silent and Ms. Bridget presumed it as a cue for her to continue, "I need your help, sir"

"I? I thought it was 'we' yesterday in the hotel. It seems you sister doesn't share this idea of yours with you."

"It appears so Mr Vader but that's Maeve being Maeve. She is superficial and never tries to look beyond what's before her."

"She wasn't expecting the so called saviour to be without escorts and fleets of car...."

"...And also young, sir. She doesn't believe that someone as young as you're can will such power and influence."

"What then did you see in me that made you think that your sister was wrong, Ms. Bridget?"

"Everything, just like my father told me." Her mood deepens at the mention of her father.

Idris was silent too but just for a moment, "Your father is Patrick Sawyer, right." He asked in a calm tone.

She nodded in affirmation, "He died three years ago."

Idris swallowed hard before gulping the remaining coffee content in the mug.

"He was a loyal friend." He admitted

"He held you in high esteem even in his death.

He told us about you and said that if we happen to find ourselves in any problem no matter how perilous the situation is, that we should find you."

Idris adjusted and asked, "How perilous is this situation of yours, my friend?"

She cleared her throat, bent forward to the table and embraced a melancholic mood, "Our company, Lamp Corporation is crumbling and the credit for that goes to the Gray Enterprises..."

"Gray Enterprises?" Idris wrinkled his forehead.

"Yes. Initially, our opposition wasn't the Gray Enterprises but rather Sterm Corporation, a company owned by the Millers and controlled by a cruel bitch called Ava Miller." She snapped at the mention of Ava Miller.

"Woooh, easy on it, my friend." Idris cautioned but not offended by how she described his ex-wife. If facts be told, she is worse than that.

"Am sorry sir, I have allowed my emotions to get better of me."

"Is alright. Proceed."

She cleared her throat and continued, "The Millers were pretty much on the same radar with us, sourcing for the same resources, the same clients, customers and contracts until few days ago, Mr Gray, the heir to the Gray enterprises announced that he will be marrying Ava Miller. You know what this implies, right?"

"Hit me"

"The Gray Enterprises were always a bigger company hence paring with the Millers means that they will certainly have a landslide advantage over us in the multi-billion dollars contract to be given by the Piaso empire."

"Piaso empire?"

"Yes, there will be announcing the winner in two days time in a gala party."

"Hmmm, and you guys don't have any other bigger company to help you out?"

"The situation in our company isn't looking good and no company wants to associate with us." She paused for a moment and continued, "Well, one agreed to help us, RosTown Company but they have a condition for that."

"Which condition?"

"That I get to marry their fat perverted son, Cyril Presley. In recent days, a lot of pressure have been upon me from my family to give in to that misery, they called marriage." She fumed

"I see"

"Please Mr Vader, help me, help my family. I don't know how you're are going to do it but please. You're my only hope..."

Just then, the door bell dinged and a tough looking man emerged. He desperately looked blood feisty and that was Knox Singer in flesh and blood.

In a trice, fifteen more men emerged. Everyone in the cafe and around knew that chaos was bound to happen hence their cowered away and hid beneath their tables while some jumped over the counter.

Ms. Bridget was scared for a moment but seeing Idris unbothered but rather, engaging her in conversation that half her attention wasn't in. She surpressed her eerie feelings down and adopt a brave deposition.

Knox turned towards the shortest among his men and gave him a knowing glance which he responded by nodding in affirmation.

That was probably the witness. "Stay here guys, this won't take long." He said with a certain arrogance and sauntered towards them, after all, they were the only one that have refused to run away.

They have made the job easy for him. Seeing Idris he regretted coming with his men. He would have easily taught him a lesson. He had expected him to be some muscle freek or rough looking killer but that wasn't the case. 'He's even handsome and young.' He thought to himself.

He stopped before them and flashed a mischievous grin at the sight of Ms. Bridget.

Idris on the other hand appears to care less about the third party. He was still having a conversation with Ms. Bridget.

Annoyed, Knox stomped his fist heavily on the coffee table fuming but guess it didn't make a crack let alone break.

Bending his head in between them, he said, "Am I too small that you can't acknowledge my presence?"

"If you have wanted our attention soo bad you should as well begged for it." Knox was transfixed, likewise everyone in the room. He couldn't believe his audacity, even Ms. Bridget was barely holding on.

Knox was so shocked that he didn't know when sniggers breaked out from his mouth and It's intensity increased along the line as his men joined him.

"You talk too much for a man about to die." He threatened as the laughter died down.

"I have heard this a thousand times and here I'm, still breathing."

"Yo...."

Knox halts abruptly as Idris raised his hand in the air. "Listen my friend, I have a guest here. Isn't she beautiful?" He asked, staring at Ms. Bridget.

"So let's cut this child's play and call your boss and tell him that, Idris Vader is guilty as charged and will meet him at my convinent time."

Once again, Knox was stupfied. He wanted to get angry but couldn't because of how ridiculous he sounded to him.

"If you knew our boss you will retract those bossy statements of yours."

"I do know your boss, my friend. As a matter of fact he will kill you for not doing as I said"

"Oh, big mouth, huh? I will like to hear more of it by the time i'm done with you." He said, reaching for Idris head to grab it but he swevered his head to the right and immediately gave him a quick jab on the ribs and chest causing him to stagger.

Idris grabbed him before he could stagger out of his reach. He swinged a kick to his knees, sending him kneeling and in a trice, he launched three fast punches to his face before using his a head as a hammer to the table.

By the time he was done hitting his face on the table, Knox could barely see for his face was clouded by his blood. It should be known, Idris achieved all this without standing from his seat.

Ms. Bridget was confounded, likewise Knox men who were literally shivering. Idris finally stood, his hand on the helpless Knox's head while he kneeled. "If anyone dares step forward, I will finish him off."