Rescued 1
At Lorene Walker’s Apartment.
(Peck)
“You are a pleasant person to be with, Lorene.”
She smiled heartily and leaped for joy as she got off the bed.
“I am glad that I made you happy. This was a memorable weekend.”
Mr. Stephen Bailey got off the bed too and joined her in the bathroom. They took their bath together as they had the pleasure for the road.
“I wish we could continue all day long.”
She smiled and assured him.
“We won’t miss each other for long.”
“Certainly.”
Later, after they had their breakfast and prepared for work, they got off the house and Lorene stopped him off and drove off to the hospital.
(Peck)
“See you later, love.”
Mr. Stephen Bailey said as he got off her car.
“Bye. Love.”
It was quite unfortunate. Mr. Stephen Bailey had devoted his love to Lorene Walker, who possessed all the attributes he needed in a wife, but she was in love with Arthur and not Stephen Bailey. He mumbled before he boarded a chartered taxi.
“This is good. With a wife like Lorene and her friend Evelyn Whyte, I will have a blissful marriage.”
Then, he boarded the taxi and seated comfortably at the back seat. While he was approaching his house, he turned on his phone to make the payment of the ride through a transfer, but an epiphany occurred when he saw the different breaking news popping up on his phone. He punched on one of the news and saw his resort as a heap of rubble. Then, he looked at it critically to confirm that his eyes were not misleading him. When he confirmed that it was his resort, he rested on the headrest of the car and suddenly, his head began to spin. He closed his eyes for some seconds until the voice of the driver jolted him out of his bewilderment.
“We are at your house, Sir.”
He looked around his environment to ensure that he was not dreaming, but it was not a dream, his house was not bombed.
“I see. I changed my mind. Take me to the Resort by the lakeside.”
“Which of the resorts? Do you mean the one that was bombed by the angry beggars and indigents?”
He had concluded that it could be Denise handiwork, but with what the driver just said, he began to think otherwise. Then, he asked the driver.
“Which of the resorts are you talking about?”
“The one beside the lake.”
He ran his left hand on his head and asked further.
“Was the resort bombed?”
He feigned ignorance and inquired from the driver, who was not aware that he owned the resort.
“Yes sir. It was all over the news. It is like you were just returning from a trip? Welcome back.”
The driver said, as he turned on his ignition and made a turn towards the resort. To get more news through the jungle drums, he inquired further.
“Why did the angry beggars and indigents bomb the resort?”
“The news had it that the owner of the resort was a dubious man. He stole the money that the government gave to him to give to them. When they came for their money, the owner escaped, and they bombed the resort.”
Soon, they got to his ruined resort. He paid him and got off the vehicle. The driver’s story was different from what he was reading from his device, which stated that the owner of the resort dropped the explosive to kill the angry beggars and indigents, including the displaced people. He looked at his once upon a time beautiful resort now a heap of debris secured with a crime scene barrier tape. He kept his distance from the scene and stood like an onlooker to avoid been arrested.
‘What of my workers? They must have been buried in the underground, especially Jude.’
He thought.
(Ding)
He got a message alert on his phone.
At The Bailey International Conglomerates, Sevenoaks
Mr. Louis Bailey got a call from his parents while he was walking into his office. He gave Cassandra a perfunctory response to her greetings and walked into his office.
“Hello, mom. Are you up already? I am aware that it is still midnight over there”
“Hello, son. We woke up to give you a call.”
“Oh! That is fine.”
“Yes. How are you?”
Louis chuckled and replied.
“Mom, this is about the tenth time you are checking on me since you travelled…”
“Yes, Louis. Your mom had been worried about you. But I have told her that you are now an adult, and you can be on your own.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey said as he collected the phone from Nichole and interrupted their discussion. Louis, who was startled when he heard his father’s voice, composed himself and responded.
“Hello, father. Good to hear from you.”
“Hello.”
“You are right, father. I am old enough. Let mom understand that.”
“It is all right. Take care of yourself.”
“I will. Take care of mom, please. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Louis did not have the time to ponder over the call from his parents as he got a call from Barrister Guidance immediately he got off the call.
“Good morning, Barrister. It is a pleasure hearing from you.”
“Good morning, Mr. Bailey. I called to inform you that Mr. Stephen Bailey had not responded to my suite, and it is six days today.”
“That should not give you any stress. Send a reminder to him and I will give you the email addresses of our Patriarch and his Family Head. You will forward the suite to them as a mark of respect. If, after that, he refused to comply, we will take the next step.”
“That is a good one. Forward the email addresses to me, please.”
“I will do that.”
Barrister Guidance sent the reminder to Mr. Stephen Bailey and copied Gen. Trevor Bailey when he got his email address from Mr. Louis Bailey.
At the Scene of the Ruined Resort
While Mr. Stephen Bailey was at the scene and attempting to conceal his identity, the message alert caught his attention. He swiped his phone and saw the heading of the email. This time, he needed someone to speak with, especially Jude, who he believed was killed along with other workers.
‘The reporters said that no life was lost because they were not aware that there was an underground and Jude with the rest were buried there.’
He thought as tears trickled down his cheeks. Now, he needed to leave the scene to avoid exposing himself.
‘Where do I go from here?’
Although, his house was intact. He knew that the police will invade it any moment. Then, he read through the email and realized that he had the time to waste on dialogue and that he cannot do his things as he deemed fit; family squabble should be given a family attention.
At the Barracks
The daily drilling of the young soldiers which Gen. Trevor Bailey looked forward to every morning took place at 6 am and lasted for one hour. As a matter of routine, he was in his studies reading through the dailies after his breakfast when he got the mail from Barrister Guidance. He quickly read through and was timorous.
“Has Stephen gone nuts? How many women does he want to have at the same time?”
The nonagenarian Patriarch asked as cold sweat formed on his forehead. He went through the mail again and discovered another serious point.
“Accusing Arthur of using Nichole as nanny is an insult that her children would not take. No wonder Denise was distraught.”
Then, he got a call, and he checked his phone, it was Mr. Brown Bailey, Mr. Stephen Bailey family’s head who was calling him. He took a second look at the caller and vacillated between picking the call and ignoring it. Then a message came in.
(Good morning, our Patriarch. If you are not too busy, I would like to come over. There is an urgent issue that we need to discuss. Brown.)
He furrowed his brow as he went through the message and gave Mr. Brown Bailey a call instantly.
“Hello, our Patriarch, did you get my message?”
“Yes. What is the urgent issue all about, Brown?”
“I got a disturbing message from Arthur’s lawyer involving Stephen, accusing him of using Nichole as nanny.”
Gen. Trevor Bailey took a deep breath and declared.
“I got the same message too. I can see the reason for Denise repugnant behavior yesterday at the meeting.”
“You are right. I am coming over.”
“It is all right. I am waiting.”
(Cut)
When the Patriarch got off the call, he meditated on the calamity that would befall Mr. Stephen Bailey for stepping on the toes of Mr. Arthur Bailey’s family.
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