The Love That Triumphed 5
At Sevenoaks - Bailey International Conglomerates
Mr. Louis Bailey was in his office attempting to attend to the messages that his secretary, Cassandra Owen, had compiled for him, and he sent for Eric. He arrived as quickly as possible and greeted.
“Good morning boss. Good to see you.”
“Good morning Eric. Good to see you, too. Please seat.”
“Thank you boss.”
Eric appreciated while he took his seat. Mr. Louis Bailey went straight to the point.
“Which of the clients said he would be visiting Sevenoaks and what for.”
“Thank you boss. His name is Mr. Rex Edmonton. He was at the International Property Exhibition in Cairo and wished to check one of our properties.”
Mr. Louis Bailey smiled and demanded.
“Where is he coming from?”
“He would be coming from the United States of America, and he sounded desperate.”
“You said he would be in town in two days, does it mean that he is in the country already?”
“Not yet, boss. I spoke with him before he boarded his flight this morning. From the look of things, he would be in the office tomorrow morning.”
“It is all right. Good job Eric.”
“Thank you boss.”
“You can leave. Tell the secretary that I want to see her.”
“All right boss.”
Before the secretary could walk in, Mr. Louis Bailey got a call from Barrister Guidance. As he picked up his phone to speak, Cassandra Owen pushed the door open and walked in.
“You can excuse me. I will call you back when I am through with the call.”
“It is okay, boss.”
“Hello, Barrister Guidance. How did it go?”
“Hello, Mr. Bailey. Can you believe this? That rogue scaled the fence when he heard the Police siren.”
Mr. Louis Bailey chuckled and went ahead.
“That is funny.”
“Very funny.”
“What do we do?”
“I will take the petition to his business premises tomorrow and get him to collect and acknowledge the receipt.”
“It is okay. You can send to his email as well.”
“I have done that.”
“That is good.”
“It all right. I will keep you informed. Bye.”
“Thank you Barrister. Bye.”
'Jump the fence at the sound of the police siren. He must have a skeleton in his cupboard.'
Mr. Louis Bailey murmured. As he was about to drop his phone and send for his secretary, his phone rang again. This time, it was from his father.
“Hello, father, good to hear from you.”
“Hello, Louis. How are you?”
“I am good. How is Mom and how are you getting ready for your marriage?”
“Your mom is fine. I called to inform you of the change in our plans. We are getting married tomorrow.”
“What happened. It was supposed to be on Thursday?”
“Yes, but we had been working with a wrong date.”
“It is okay. I will come over, but I am expecting a client from the United States of America tomorrow. I will see how I will work on my schedule.”
“It is all right. If it will not be convenient for you to come, please, don't bother. Your sister and brother with their spouses are enough witnesses.”
“It is all right, father. I will try my best.”
Louis cancelled the idea of being at the wedding forthrightly when he learned that Olivia would be present.
At the Bailey Native Home.
Mr. Arthur Bailey and his wife spent most of their day in the bedroom. Nichole arranged the clothes she would put on the next day. Subsequently, she picked up a novel and began to read. Mr. Arthur Bailey worked on the reading desk, when he began to get calls from clients and partners, he moved to his study to avoid disturbing his wife who was reading her novel.
“I will be at the study.”
She nodded her head in the affirmative. Afterwards, she slept off when she got tired of reading, while her husband joined her in the bedroom by 6:00 pm. He was able to settle most of the work that needed his attention, which he was unable to settle because of the appearance of people like Mr. Christopher Harry. At 7:00 pm, he woke his wife up for dinner.
“Nichole, it is time for dinner.”
Nichole opened her eyes slowly, she looked at the wall clock and discovered that it was 7:00 pm.
“Wow!”
She exclaimed. Then, she got off the bed and dressed up for dinner. At the dinner table, they discussed on the events of the day, especially the hired killers. They returned to the bedroom later on and Nichole began to sort the clothes she had arranged.
“Hubby, which of these clothes do you think I should put on tomorrow.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey looked at the clothes and advised while tucking her hair behind her ears.
“Anything that is simple will be fine by me.”
“Simple? How simple?"
“Very simple. I think I can assist.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey selected a simple knee-length white gown that could be mistaken for her nurse uniform.
“This would be fine, my dear. You can put on the accessories when we get there.”
Nichole showed resentment and he noticed it. He held her hand and pleaded.
“Nichole, please, it is for our safety. You can never tell how many Mr. Christopher, Harry, and Tricia that are lurking around.”
Nichole, who was touched, got his message immediately.
“It is all right. No matter what, we will triumph.”
“Yes. Our love shall triumph.”
(Kiss)
At The Resort
After they scaled the fence, Mr. Stephen Bailey and his partner went to the resort and settled at the underground where gambling activities took place. There were few gamblers who were seated there drinking and smoking. Then, he took his seat on one of the tables and offered to entertain his partner.
“What would you like to take?”
“Any gin, boss.”
He beckoned to the waiter who was by the mini bar.
“Get some shots of gin for him.”
“All right, boss.”
The waiter left and returned after a few minutes with a shot gun for Mr. Stephen Bailey's partner. As he began to sip, he spoke.
“How did the police trace us?”
The distraught Mr. Stephen Bailey explained.
“I think the wolves had eliminated the fool and things went South.”
“That is good news. But how did the police link them with us? Were they arrested? Could there have been a confession?”
Mr. Stephen Bailey gave him a quizzical look before he began to stare at the wall. After a while, he responded.
“I'm waiting for a report from them.”
“All right, boss.”
“I can't wait to hear the news of his death.”
“Yes. I have an intel that he would be getting married to his late brother's wife on Thursday.”
Mr. Stephen Bailey was gobsmacked. He had never thought that Mr. Arthur Bailey had an intimate relationship with Nichole besides the brother-in-law/sister-in-law relationship. Then, he yelled.
“You must be out of your mind to think that way.”
“I am quite certain of the information. You can check the registry for a proof.”
“There is no need for that because he would have been dead by now.”
“I know. I trust the competency of the three wolves.”
They sat quietly while his partner sip his gin. To liven the quiet atmosphere, Mr. Stephen Bailey picked up the remote control that was lying on the television stand and switched on the television. They continued with their discussion until their attention was drawn to the Breaking News.
The environment of the scene in the news was familiar to them, but the jubilating crowd and the journalists would not allow them to see the culprits. The only news they could get at that moment from the breaking news was that the government was proactive to remember the lonely road. Mr. Stephen Bailey was of different opinion.
“What about it if the government deployed security personnel to the lonely road?”
“Exactly. That is the duty of the government.”
Then, Mr. Stephen Bailey picked up the remote to turn to another station before his partner halted him.
“Hold on, boss.”
Now, the reporter began:
Mr. Stephen Bailey put the television remote down and focused on the reporter.
(The city police averted what would have thrown the entire city into mourning. While the police and the media houses set out to appreciate the supposed security personnel, we discovered that they were hired killers who had been hired to kill a well-respected member of the society. They were yet to disclose their sponsors, and the name of their victim had been kept secret for now. More updates on this as the investigation continues. Ernest Eden. Reporting.)
The fear stricken Mr. Stephen Bailey gawked at his partner, who was sweating under the cold underground. They could not say a word until after ten minutes before the partner spoke.
“What do we do, boss?”
Mr. Stephen Bailey took a deep breath and blurted out.
“We have to stay here for now and watch events as they unfold.”
“All right. What about your woman at home?”
“The janitor will take care of her for now. I will send a message to her informing her that an urgent need came up, and I traveled out of town.”
“That's a good idea. What about the spray?"
“It would wane before five hours. She would be conscious soon.”
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