A murder case

AUTHOR
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Ian watched as his brother stepped out of the kitchen, the beautiful woman followed him behind. He watched closely as her hips swayed while she walked. He had mistaken the girl to be a cook, only to find out she was his brother's…well, fling.
Antonio stared at the young man in front of him with an arched brow. When Mister Ivan and the strange female doctor were both out of sight, Antonio cleared his throat.
Ian jerked up and turned to the elderly man. He looked Antonio over, before he spoke.
"Why didn't you tell me there was a fine ass woman in this house? I would have known how to approach her." Ian feigned his frown, but the glare Antonio threw at him was real.
The elderly butler sighed and moved past Ian. He walked towards the kitchen counter and picked up the glass the doctor had used. He refilled the bottle of water from the dispenser and tucked it into the fridge, before he turned around to land his eyes on Ian again.
"I didn't know Ivan's personal life was part of our agreement." Antonio finally spoke, and Ian rolled his eyes.
"Does it matter? Now I completely blew her off." He complained, throwing his hands in the air dramatically.
It was one of the reasons Antonio prefered his first boss to his second boss. Unlike Ian, Ivan was calm and collected. He was mature and only spoke when it was obvious he needed to. But Ian? Man was a childlike chatterbox and worried about the most insignificant things of life, even though he paid more.
Antonio placed both hands behind him as he stood.
"I do not think you should be worried about her. She isn't essential to your plan." He spoke as calmly as he could. It annoyed him that the man was bothered about something so trivial, when what he had always wanted was about to be delivered into his hands soon.
Ian sighed and slipped his hands into his pocket. He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall.
"It doesn't matter." He snapped.
"It does." Antonio bit back. The old man pressed his fingers against the creases of his forehead, before he spoke again.
"Mister Ivan got the news yesterday. I doubt he will rest until he's been able to counter everything we…" Antonio paused when he saw Ian arch his right brow, accompanied by a dead stare. As if asking "who's 'we'?"
"...you have worked so hard for."
Ian nodded, a sign of agreement, as he listened to Antonio. His brother was relentless, he was sure Ivan would never sit with his arms folded when he felt something was amiss.
"But, he doesn't know what it is about, does he? We made sure the board was quiet about it. They would never betray us by telling him, not when they know the future of the company is in danger." Ian replied. He moved away from the wall and walked towards the mini bar. His eyes scanned his brother's wine collection as he frowned.
"How about Tina and Sarah?"
Ian tilted his head slowly. His eyes landed on Antonio's with a warning glare.
"What about them?"
Antonio opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of heels against the marble tiles. He stood silent and pretended to wipe the table, while Ian kept his eyes stuck on the wine bottle.
Camilla emerged from the corridor and planted herself in front of the kitchen door. Her brown eyes scanned the room before she frowned. The rude man from earlier was still present there. She turned away from him and fixed her gaze on Antonio.
"I would like to fix myself a glass of…"
"Bastard!"
The sound of doors banging one after the other, as well as Ivan's enraged voice filled the room.
Camilla froze on the spot, and so did everyone else.
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CAMILLA
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"Where is he?!"
More doors opened and closed. It was mister Ivan's voice that echoed in the halls. The rude man, Antonio and I exchanged questionable glances. None of us knew what was going on.
I heard angry footsteps behind me. With fear and confusion in both my head and my heart, I turned my back to look at him. He was like an angry and hungry lion, charging towards another lion who could have only attacked its cub. That was what he looked like; a man whose most treasured possession had been tampered with.
I tried to block the path of the kitchen, but he pushed past me. My back barely missed the door frame, I could only imagine the pain I would have felt.
He headed straight towards the rude man. With wide eyes, Antonio tried to rush to him. He halted on his tracks immediately as mister Ivan pulled out a gun from the pocket of his tuxedo.
Time and space froze all around me.
I was about to witness my client commit…murder!
My eyes flew open, while my heart threatened to leap out of my chest. I moved from the door and ran towards him. I felt my legs being lifted from the ground, and a hand around my waist, pulling me backwards.
It was Antonio who held me back.
Ivan pinned his brother to the kitchen wall, his right hand clasped around the man's throat, while he held his gun in the left. He pressed the pistol's barrel against the head of his brother.
The fury springing from within him did not hide itself in his eyes, and that was what scared me.
His chest rose and fell as he inhaled and exhaled, but I knew it was not for fear.
Whatever happened here today, mister Ivan did not give a damn about the consequences.
He was numb to the seriousness of the situation.
"I'll kill you, and I swear that I won't give a damn about anything that comes next." Ivan spoke. His ragged breathing disrupted the sound of his voice.
Ian stared at him, a bitter chuckle escaped his captured throat. He was relaxed, nonchalant, he didn't care that a slight move of Ivan's index finger would send him straight to the afterlife.
Did he really not believe Ivan could pull that trigger?
I wished I could believe that too, but I had been a doctor too long and watched too many movies not to know that this scenario often ended in one of two deaths.
Antonio's hands shook violently even as he held me.
"You shouldn't give a damn. You have nothing to lose after all."
Ivan's scowl deepened, his grip on his brother's throat tightened.
I turned to Antonio.
"We have to do something." I whispered.
Antonio let go of me immediately.
"Yes, I have to call the police."
He turned his back to hurry to the phone, but I caught him by the hem of his shirt.
The police didn't need to know of this. It would be a scandal, and I did not think mister Ivan wanted any more of those. Antonio's eyes traveled to the spot I held him, before moving slowly towards my face.
I swallowed hard.
How could I tell him to let me handle what might eventually blow out to be a full murder case?
"No police." I spat out.
He leered at me.
"What?"
I gulped my saliva again, to dampen my dry throat.
"I can handle this. Just let me take care of it."
"There is a fucking gun placed on a man's head!"
"I can get him to drop it!"
I did not know what gave me that confidence, but I did have it nonetheless. Antonio stared at me as though I was crazy, while I heard the rude man speak behind me.
"You should let him do as he pleases. There is no need speaking to my brother, you'll only be flogging a dead horse. Isn't that right…"
His pause was followed by a thick and tense silence.
"...brother?"