Ambassador of Peace
Two Months Later
Mr. Arthur Bailey was at peace with work and family. Louis's emotional life was no longer a concern to him, as he had not shown any sign of suicide attempt. He had his secretary, Cassandra Owen, who he would always call upon if he wished to speak with Louis, and he was not reachable. To avoid seeing Cassandra Owen, Mr. Louis Bailey would always check on his father very often. With that, he kept her at bay.
Meanwhile, he was not aware that he had stepped on a big toe. Sir Relish had been devastated since he learned that his daughter was in detention because of her connection with Mr. Stephen Bailey. Sir Relish believed that he was bitter with him when he attended the Wedding of Mr. Henry Taylor and Harriet David.
'What kind of friend, are you, Arthur? Couldn't you have thought of a reconciliation between Henry and Whitney?'
Sir Relish deliberated in his mind. To rub it in, Mr. Arthur Bailey had not given him a call to commiserate with him. When, he was inviting his friends to the Daniel De Pianist event, he sent a random message to his friends including Hon. David, Harriet's father, and they honored the invitation. Nevertheless, Sir, Relish – a Senior Knight needed more honor, and so, he did not honor the invitation nor felicitated with Mr. Arthur Bailey.
That day, he got a call from Sir Relish, and he picked at once and spoke.
“Hello, Sir Relish. I am pleased to hear from you.”
Now, Sir Relish, who seemed to be looking for where to vent his anger did not bother about his cheerful greeting, rather, he attacked him.
“Arthur, I am disappointed in you. After your brother ruined my daughter's life, you had the guts to attend the marriage ceremony of her fiancé and another woman. How could you?”
Now, Mr. Arthur Bailey, who thought that he had kept all his enemies where they belonged, looked at his phone to be sure that it was really Sir Relish, who was speaking. When he was through, he spoke.
“Are you truly speaking to me, Sir Relish?”
“Of course, why are you so disrespectful? Imagine sending a random invitation to me. Who do you think you are? Williams would have respectfully come to my house with an invitation to invite me to the event….”
(Cut)
'Must I be Williams?'
He murmured. When he understood where he was going, he angrily cut the call on him, which was another dagger on the heart of Sir Relish and insult on his reputation. Now, picked his car keys, stood up abruptly and began to walk to the door.
At Sir Relish's Apartment.
His wife, who was by his side when Mr. Arthur Bailey cut the call on him, felt his pains. She knew that he was only battling to save the little reputation he had. Then she looked at him and advised.
“Take it easy with your friends. It was not their faults. Oh! Whitney, why?”
“He cut call on me. Arthur, you dare to cut call on me.”
The disgruntled Sir Relish asked. After about fifteen minutes, the Security guard announced.
“Sir, Mr. Bailey is at the gate.”
Now, the spineless Sir Relish became fretful. He looked at his wife and noticed that she was scared too.
'What does he want?’
He thought before he put himself together and instructed.
“Ask him in.”
Mr. Bailey drove in and parked carelessly at his vestibule, left his ignition on and got off his car. He walked into the house, ignoring his wife, and asked.
“Relish, can you repeat what you just said over the phone?”
Now, Lady Relish understood from the way he addressed her husband that he was out for a fight because her husband really got on his nerves. Then she cheerfully greeted.
“You are welcome, Arthur. Kindly have your seat.”
Mr. Bailey ignored her and began to rant.
“Aren’t you grateful that I gave you the privilege of not being arrested along with your daughter? Your daughter collaborated with my brother to assassinate me, and you did not deem it fit to apologize. I still gave you the honor of inviting you to my grandson's event, you shamelessly refused to honor the invitation.”
“Arthur, take it easy. We can talk it over.”
Now, Mr. Arthur Bailey who was standing with his full height in the middle of Sir Relish's parlor continued while Sir Relish looked on with defeat written on his face.
“Who are you, Relish to tell me whose wedding to attend or not. Do you want me to dishonor my friends because of you? Impossible. Anyway, you will hear from me.”
“Arthur.”
Sir Relish called out when Mr. Arthur Bailey stormed out of the house. Before now, he was not seeing his silence as an honor to him. However, he learned his lessons after he had been dishonored. Mr. Arthur Bailey ignored his call, got into his car and drove off. Leaving Sir Relish and the wife, who were standing at the veranda, gob smacked.
Meanwhile, the Security guard, who saw his manner of driving, threw the gates apart at once and fled.
“What are we going to do?”
Sir Relish asked his wife, who was embittered. Then she yelled.
“I can't take it anymore. You lack courtesy in talking to people. I will be overjoyed if he returns with the police to pick you.”
“My Lady, please. Let's think of a way forward.”
“I am tired of being your thinking cap. In one fell swoop, you have attacked Arthur, Sir Taylor and Hon. David. What if Arthur decides to inform them of what you just said about them?"
She hastily walked upstairs, and her husband stood beneath the staircase and pondered over all that his wife just said, and discovered that he goofed. He ran his hand through his head, which had no hair in the middle, and began to climb the staircase to meet his wife in the bedroom. To his chagrin, he met his wife at the door.
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