Demanding Results
**Kael**
Upon entering the nightclub, a strange restlessness took hold of me. I don't usually ignore my instincts, so I carefully examined every corner of the place. Something had put me on high alert, and I knew I needed to stay vigilant. However, I couldn't find anything that could justify this feeling, so I asked my security to stay close to me and waited.
That night, I had arranged a meeting with Arthur Rodrigues, a recently arrived Brazilian in Seattle, and my partner in some ventures. We decided to meet at his popular nightclub, which, even on a Thursday, was packed with people. We had grown close beyond business, and I maintained a certain friendship with him.
Arthur had warned me that his girlfriend Bruna would come to meet me, and I soon saw her walking towards where I was. When Bruna approached me, something caught my attention. I spotted Rachel and Sarah at the club, and that intrigued me, considering their current financial situation.
I greeted Bruna, but the presence of the two sisters left me disturbed. Was Rachel suspicious of something and came to the club to investigate? Curiously, I asked Bruna if she knew those girls. I noticed a certain hesitation in her response, which only deepened my suspicion.
"The twins?" I confirmed with a nod, remaining calm. "We exchanged a few words tonight. Can we go upstairs, Mr. Graham?"
Despite her succinct answer, I knew I needed to gather more information about that encounter. I realized Bruna wasn't willing to talk about it there, so I decided to wait until we were with Arthur.
We went up to the second floor of the nightclub, where the atmosphere was more private and relaxed. As we settled at a corner table, Bruna ordered some drinks for us, seeming more at ease after a few moments.
My curiosity about Bruna's meeting with Rachel and Sarah only grew, and I decided to approach the subject more subtly to not scare her. I asked about how she knew the twins and what they talked about. Once again, Bruna hesitated but eventually revealed what I had already suspected.
When Bruna disclosed Rachel's presence at the nightclub and that Shirley had put something in her friend's drink, Arthur's discomfort with the situation was evident, and he explained that he needed to know everything that happened in his club, relying on Bruna to be his eyes and ears.
"And what's your interest in this story, Graham?" Bruna questioned me directly.
"Rachel and Sarah are daughters of a former partner. Patrick Mitchell passed away recently, and I became curious about them being here today," I replied as Bruna nodded in agreement. Deciding to shift the conversation's focus, I started questioning Arthur about one of our business dealings.
The next day, I confronted my assistant about some crucial points that needed to be addressed. As soon as my secretary left the office, I approached Ryan, who was gazing out the panoramic window.
"I want you to explain why you didn't follow my orders," I asked my advisor.
"I did everything you asked," Ryan shrugged dismissively.
"Not the way I ordered it," I made it clear that it wasn't a request but an order.
Ryan left his place by the windows and walked over to one of the chairs in front of my desk, sitting down.
"You didn't want me to do what you 'ordered,'" he crossed his ankles and looked at me without any indication of fear or the like.
"Can you anticipate my feelings now too?" I wasn't going to argue about the quotation marks.
"Yes," Ryan confirmed calmly, "You still don't want to admit it, but the fact is, Sarah got under your skin, and you don't want her in a bad situation."
I let out a hearty laugh, attempting to disguise my true state of mind. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how close he was to the truth.
Ever since I was with Sarah on the yacht, I couldn't get her out of my head, that was the truth. The fact that it would interfere with my plans was what wasn't right. I would go through with my plan because even though the night on the yacht was completely different from what I had imagined, the result was as expected. Rachel didn't fulfill her part, and I wasn't going to give her the two million dollars, which was precisely what I intended from the beginning.
However, none of this had happened so far, and my pressure on Ryan, the person I trusted most after my mother, only worsened the situation. He seemed to come up with explanations that sounded like excuses, which only made me more irritated.
I stared at Ryan with a firm gaze, waiting for more concrete answers.
"What happened to the plan we discussed? Rachel should be feeling the pressure, needing a way out, and Sarah should be here asking for help. But so far, none of that has happened. What went wrong?"
"Sarah has never been a problem for me," I made sure to remind him. "My problem is with Rachel. And you're letting her be too comfortable. I want her here, crawling and willing to do anything to get rid of the loan shark."
"She put the apartment up for sale."
My frustration grew as I realized the plan wasn't unfolding as I desired. The "loan shark" should have been pressuring Rachel from day one, but she seemed calm, going to nightclubs seeking answers instead of feeling threatened. By this point, I expected Rachel to be making an effort to raise the money and even to have convinced Sarah to come to me for help.
"That's not enough!" I spoke in a tone that made my dissatisfaction with the situation evident.
"They are living in a tiny apartment, unable to find any jobs because I've personally taken care of that, and soon the little money they have left will run out. Since they won't be able to sell the apartment either, she'll eventually seek alternatives."
Ryan was right, of course. But I didn't want to wait any longer than I already had. I promised my mother that Rachel would visit her very soon, and it needed to be as soon as possible. Mary wasn't doing well, and with each passing day, she became more detached from reality. I wanted to give her this moment before she couldn't understand anything anymore.
"I don't want hope. I want action!"
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