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David felt water seep through his clothes as he made his way back to his car. He liked the way it felt being a nonentity in the crowd of so many people. He didn't have to mask his emotions this one time, and he could roam freely in the streets without being made a news of. The lights in the city had come to life, but they weren't enough to mark him out from the regular people.
He removed his now drenched coat and put it over his head to save himself from getting soaked as well as from getting seen. Oh! How he loved it when people shoved past him without saying as much as a sorry. It was a new feeling altogether, being typically commonplace, and getting treated like one. But he knew it was limited.
His mind was rambling on its own. His thoughts were wayward, and he didn't feel like ever going back to that friggin' boring routine of a life. Dave felt sad with the way things had ended up with the girl. He couldn't bring himself to believe he had said all that he had said to her. To be honest, he didn't mean any of it. He didn't know how he'd be able to live without seeing her or talking to her, and ironically, it was all his undoing. Dangerous lust is a bad thing!
He drove aimlessly around the town, not wanting to go back to his house, and decided to spend the night at his dad's place. They had a lot of catching up to do too. Whenever he was wired-up with his life, Dave dumped his ass at his father's door to unwind. And it was great therapy, because nobody understood him better than the old man himself. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt his ego to be close with his dad, very much unlike the other badass guys in the business. All they wanted was to portray a Casanova-like image of themselves, trying to make everyone believe that they didn't need human approaches in their lives.
Dave didn't want his old man to feel left out of his son's life. He was the only relation he had left in this world, and the only one who didn't give a damn about the amount of money he had in his bank account before opening a conversation with him.
And then maybe, just maybe, there was Zahra too. He couldn't figure out what went on in her mind, for the life of him. It was unnerving how he was so vulnerable in her presence, while she was totally composed. He had to learn to mask his emotions like she did. God! Why did she have to be so robotic? He was back from being sorry to being angry with her, again! Why did she have to just throw him out of her life the moment he had gotten in? Couldn't she try to trust him once? He only wanted her to live a safe, stress-free life...with him. Okay, the latter thought was a tad selfish on his part, but it wasn't wrong to think that way if he was honest, was it?
David drove his car into his father's driveway and stopped at the front door and got out. He told the guard that he'll be staying, and let one of the servants to ride it into the garage for the night. His dad was usually in his study at this hour of the day, so he made his way towards the large room at the end of the two flights of stairs. It was all quiet except a few whispers now and then by the servants. He gently knocked on the door, and got a prompt but strict "come in" from the inside.
"Ah Dave, I was just thinking about you, my boy. Come, come, and do give me that coat of yours. By god! You're all soaked! What were you doing out there in the rain? Sit near the fire, or you'll catch your death of cold," Walworth Sr. ordered his son as lines of worry creased his forehead. The way he spoke, anyone would've believed he was talking to a ten year old, he sounded so fussy. But it had a valid explanation since he was really old and Dave was all he had to keep him company.
David smiled seeing how typically fretful his dad was being. "I'm fine dad, really. I just need a towel, that's all," he assured him, forcing him to sit back down and not tire himself out. "Then ring the bell and tell Meredith to get you some. I'm afraid the butler is on leave at the moment, and I've not bothered to get another one as his replacement. Would you like to have something to eat too?"
"No, I'm fine. I'm staying, so I'll be partaking dinner with you," Dave replied, and rang the bell to call the servant. "That is good. I'm glad you take time out to visit your aged father, lad. I know I terribly bore you, but I still like to keep you by my side for a while, for it pleases me immensely." The senior Walworth was a completely different man once within the four walls of his home, and he had nothing like the cold aura around him that he was so famous for. If any of his employees had seen him at this time, they wouldn't have believed their eyes and ears. He was just an ordinary father seeking pleasure in his young son's company.
After the servant had left the room, Dave's father resumed the conversation, and answered to his son's queries about his health and habits. What was actually bothering him was that he had come to him by himself without being asked to do so. Not that he had to be called all the time, but it wasn't a weekend, and he must've been pretty busy to show up otherwise. There was surely something that was bothering him.
"So what brought you here in the middle of the week, boy? Don't try to hide anything," he voiced his concern in a warning tone, "because I know that expression of yours very well. Is something troubling you?" David fidgeted in his chair on his father's question. So he had caught his uneasiness! He fiddled with his thumbs, stared at the pictures that adorned the walls, trying to find a way to tell him he had fought with an employee right in front of an open coffee shop. And his favorite employee at that! He decided that being honest with his father would be the best possible route to take.
"I think...I might be falling in love, dad," he began, but was cut short as Walworth Sr. ejaculated, "Watch your words, boy!"
"The last time you said that, it ended up in disaster. Look where Ms. Torres has got you, in the middle of controversies. She is the worst swindler and murderer I ever came across. And she could have taken you down with him too, if you hadn't broken up with her at the right time. She is even a disgrace to her own sex, if you ask me. Love is a strong word, boy. I'd advise you to use it carefully and wisely."
"But this time it's different dad, I tell you," Dave replied, getting agitated. "Oh, I know that line very well. You said so the last time too, that it was totally different than the last time. You need to come up with better dialogues, Dave," Mr. Walworth commented cynically. "If you are thinking its only lust, then you're wrong. I really like her, as in...I like her as a person. Well, of course she's pretty, but she has more to her than just a charming face."
"Alright, who is she? And what exactly happened between the two of you?" Dave's father asked him, with a weary expression upon his face. "It's that girl......Zahra."
"Zahra Fatimah. Remember her?" "Of course, I remember her." "She's the one. I like her a lot, dad." "Well now, I must say, you've chosen wisely this time. She won't be leaving you in a hurry, I'm sure. But the question is, will you keep her? She's not like any of your other friends, that's obvious. I don't think she's your type, either."
"But, what's the problem?" "Uh...I just, I tried to tell her what I feel towards her by...kissing her. And... it ended up in disaster. She doesn't even want to talk to me anymore." "You can't control yourself or your hormones, can you??!!" Mr. Walworth suddenly cried with clenched teeth. "For god sake boy, you're not a teenager anymore! You have to think before you do. All actions have consequences. Do you even know how conservative she is, or are you always oblivious to everything that doesn't involve Demetria? Now, you've lost her for good! She could've been such a great asset to the business! For some people, their dignity is everything. That 'Zahra' girl is one of those people. You have to win her over by giving her respect."
"And for that, you need to give her space. Stay away from her. Disappear from her radar, give her some time to get her feelings in order, and eventually she'll like you back. I tell you, she needs time, leave her to herself for a few months. And in the end, she'd definitely come to you, I promise."
"Because nobody denies a Walworth when he wants something. Get out of the country for a while, without letting anybody else know where you're going. Go to London and see if something has to be done over there, and don't come back unless I tell you to. Is that clear?" "But...but, she's in danger! I can't leave her like that, unprotected and vulnerable," David replied incredulously, his tone full of concern. The elder Walworth shook off his son's worries with a wave of his hand. "That's nonsense, I assure you. She isn't rich or anything that she'd be envied by anyone. Ordinary people are not usually subjected to jealousy of their equivalents."
"It's us rich people who have to bear the brunt of that vice." "And what if I give you a solid proof that her life is pretty much in danger, from what I've witnessed today? In fact, that's what we actually argued about. She was adamant that she was safe, just like you are. Nonsense, that's the very word she'd used. And I just keep blabbering all the time like an idiot, trying to knock some sense into people." "Alright, if she really is not safe, like you say, then I'd have my guards to look out for her. She'll be fine, I promise. But. I'll do that, only when you promise to leave the country in a few days."
"I don't know what you're trying to achieve by sending me away, dad, but I need to be made sure she's safe. After all, you yourself once said that there is more to her than what meets the eye," David said, as he eyed his father suspiciously. "I surely am not planning anything, my dear boy. I want to see you with a good girl for a change. And you just go on making undesirable associations all the time."
"I don't object to this one, though. She's a good girl, and if you, by any chance, decide to settle in life with her, we'd have a permanent advisor on company matters for life. You need some help with planning out things at Walworth Tower, if you ask me. She could help you make my company even more prosperous, and I'd finally be able to peacefully retire. I'd be more than eager to step down, when I'll know that my company is in safe hands. She is our ticket to get to the top of the world," Walworth Sr. told his son, his eyes glinting greedily.
"Stop right there, father! You've gone...too far. Why don't you just say it right away that you want me to associate with her for your own selfish reasons?" David snapped, his eyes ablaze with anger. So he thought she was some sort of ticket to more money...not to forget more power in the corporate world!! His father thought this way?! He couldn't believe his ears. "Why turn your words to make them sound blameless? Why not say that you want to use her brains so that you can have your wish of dying in a room full of dollar bills? Your business mind is full of filth, I assure you."
"And let me tell you one last thing before I'm outta here, this thirst for power will never be quenched, for you've become overly gluttonous!" David dropped the last bomb of words, and turned on his heels to go out of the room that was presently making him suffocate with shame. "Dave, wait. I didn't mean it that way. You've taken it all wrong," his father called out after him. "Come right back, young man! You won't get away with walking out on me like that in my own house!" Now the old man was getting impatient. His son getting hostile towards him to defend a girl he barely knew was the last thing he wanted.
"Oh yeah! What exactly would you do to me if I did just that? And I know greed when I hear one. I ain't no fool, dear father. Your intentions are a little too clear from your words," Dave replied, his tone heavy with scorn. Where was the dutiful son from less than ten minutes ago you'd ask? He was disgusted with the double standards in this world, full of people with twisted brains. "You're crossing the limits, boy. I tell you, you'd come back to tell me I was right to think this way, all along."
"I always am," Michael Walworth countered, spitefully. His son cringed at his father's last words, for they were very true. But they wouldn't be in this case. The girl was no prize money. She was a human being...with real emotions. He won't let his father have his way, never in his life. Thinking along those lines, David pulled the heavy oak front door open, and came out. It was still raining heavily. Sh**! "Get the car out," he called out to the servant he had given his keys to, earlier, tapping away on his phone. The boy didn't move. "I said, get my damn car out, you sonofabi**h! Dave shouted like a maniac, making the young help scurry away in fright.
After a few minutes, the boy came round, delivering the master's command, and the young master slammed the car door shut, with a bit more force than necessary. When he had gained a few paces he stopped, rolled down his window, and called the boy. He tossed him a coin, and said, "Your ma was a good person, believe me."
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In all the sizzling bout of arguments he had with his father, Dave had totally forgotten about the dinner. Now, his stomach was making the felt need more profound by producing weird sounds as minutes ticked by. And by the time he reached the huge door that marked the entrance of his house, he was utterly famished. Something unusual caught his attention though. Wait...why was the door ajar at this time of the night? He had certainly told Jonathan to keep the doors locked at all times! Sensing some danger, he cautiously strode forward, and opened the door wide.
"I'm glad you've come back, master Walworth," the butler greeted David, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. "You have a visitor. Please, allow me to take your coat for you." "A visitor? At this hour?" the butler's master asked, somewhat annoyed. "Yes, sir. She's been waiting in the hall since the last half hour for you, I'm afraid. I did not want to disturb you so I didn't call to inform you about her arrival." And that's when David remembered he hadn't informed anyone that he'd be staying the night at his father's place. "Oh, alright. I'll see to her. You go tell the cook to serve dinner, please." "Very well, sir."
"What could Zahra want with him at this time of the night? How did she know where he lived in the first place? Of course, everyone in the country knew where he lived. Had she come to say sorry then, or had she changed her mind about the cottage thingy? But, the sight that greeted his eyes made his blood run cold, and his eyes to burn in anger. For the swindler queen, Demetria Torres herself was sprawled lazily on the couch with a glass filled with sparkling white wine in one hand. "Your wines taste so much better than the ones Daniel keeps," she commented in the same drawling voice of hers David had come to loathe so much.
"How dare you..." he began menacingly, but was cut short by a snort from the girl. His anger rose to a fever pitch high. He took a few steps forward until he was standing right in front of her, and rattler her size-zero frame by her shoulders, making her come to her senses. He hated to touch the girl. She was a murderer, for lord's sake, to hell with the 'no evidence' thing. "How dare you step foot in my house, you thief? How dare you touch my wine, and how dare you sit on my couch?"
"Oh, really. So you can go around gifting villas to people, and some of us aren't even allowed to sit on a measly couch for a few fu**ing minutes!" Demetria retorted shrilly, her voice making Dave's ears go numb for a few seconds. "Met your sweetheart, did you?" she asked, lifting her eyebrow slyly.
"Are you spying on me? 'Cause if you are, you are in for some nasty surprises yourself." "I don't do such lowly things myself, love. Besides, you aren't really very secretive about it, either." David scowled at the woman's words but said nothing. He just didn't have the energy left in him to drag her out the front door. He hadn't had his dinner as yet. But if she crossed the limits, he determined to throw her out, no matter what. "What do you want, woman?!"
"Who? Me? I just needed you to remember that I still exist, hun. You're being too cozy with that 'Zahra' girl nowadays. Did she make you drink some kind of love potion or something? You've totally got over me so soon, I don't like it," she told him, pouting. "I don't get involved with people like you. You are made for hell. Go to your 'Satan' Hawthorn, and leave me alone," Dave spat, at which Demetria laughed dramatically. "Oh My! I didn't know the mama's boy would be this bitter! Don't worry I wouldn't be staying for dinner. And the 'Satan' Hawthorn... sends you his regard." Anger throbbed into his veins once again, the moment he heard her refer to his mother, albeit secondarily. He knew she was trying to get to his soft spot.
He was at her throat in a trice. "Don't... even think of going there," he whispered threateningly. "You know very well that I'd go agro on you if you said a thing more about my mother! And you've no right to insult that girl. She is, and will always be way above you, potion or no potion." David quickly released his grip on the girl, as he heard someone clear his throat from behind him. "Uh...sir, I just came to inform you that the dinner is set. Will... will the lady stay for dinner? Shall I set it for two?" the butler asked his master, eyeing the two of them rather dubiously.
Before the young master could reply, Demetria spoke up. "Oh, there's no need for that, Jonathan. I'd rather not stay here any longer. You can go, I'd show myself out, alright. And thank you for your hospitality." "Have you forgotten your manners? Why didn't you knock before entering?" David shouted to his butler, clearly incensed. "I... uh... I'm sorry sir. It wouldn't happen again." "Make sure that it doesn't." "You're being too hard on that man, sweetheart. He was only doing his duty." "That's none of your business," Dave replied angrily.
"By the way, I have a question for you. Have you... brought her home yet? Zahra, I mean?" the girl suddenly asked, and winked knowingly. She was getting out of control with her words now. "She isn't a sl*t like you. And just to let you know, you can never take her place now," David ejaculated, disgusted at his ex-girlfriend to think of Zahra like that. He was surprised how the tables had turned. Only a few months ago, he had told Zahra the exact same words, and now he was doing the opposite. Ironic, or what? "Oh, I know, and trust me, I don't want to, either. I know she's completely pure and all. I wonder why she even began talking to you, coz talking to strange men isn't allowed in her religion! That villa must have fascinated her, right?"
"Look, before you make me drag you out of my house, why don't you pick some scattered respect for yourself and get out?" David suggested coldly, his eyes glaring hard at the girl, enough to make holes through her skin. She was getting on his nerves now. "I don't need to give you any kind of explanations about our behavior to each other for the simple fact that it's no business of yours. You are out of my life for good."
"Really?! Am I? I didn't notice," Demetria scoffed, as her lips lifted up into a sneering smile. She picked up her abandoned bag from the tiled floor, and adjusting the strap on the shoulders, she walked out in a catlike fashion. Closing the door of the large hall, she looked back once more, and said, "Before I'm finally out of your life for good... as you think, let me give you an advice you could actually use. If I were you, I wouldn't try to go too near that girl, she screams danger. Who knows you might find yourself caught in something dangerous with her?" And with one last sardonic, spine-chilling laugh, she disappeared from view. David had lost his appetite for food now.
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After crying for a greater half of the night, Zahra woke up groggy-eyed the next day. The only thought that made her weep was that she had stooped low... so low that anybody and everybody tried to take advantage of her in a not-so-straight way. And it only made her feel like scum. She was a conservative person from a modest background. No man had ever touched her inappropriately by her own free will. Being conservative wasn't wrong. It was just to ensure that you stayed safe, and steered you clear from the path of unwanted exposure. But only a few understood that.
Zahra had decided to start afresh. She was determined to stay away from all the male species from now on. She had never really been close to them before, either. She always knew her limits, since angering her Lord wasn't something she wanted to be put down on her list of deeds, ever. It was only since the last couple of days, that she had been forced to spend time with one of them, because she had no other choice. Being that man's friend had only been a liability upon her for all she owed to him. But now, she was free. Free to be herself, once again. It made her feel good, and unusually optimistic.
She got up, offered her pre-dawn prayers, made herself a decent breakfast, and got ready to face the music. She was determined to show her boss that his fears were totally based on shaky grounds. She would never believe a thing, until she'd had a solid proof. And it was absurd to say the least, what people did to make them get into their clutches. All that man, David, wanted to do was to make her even more indebted to her, so he could blackmail her into being his friend. What he wanted to achieve from it, she did not know. Debauched people like him had no principles.
Even her own theories about him seemed crazy to her, but either way, she didn't want to recommence her companionship with him. Besides, he himself didn't want her to contact him again. There was a lull on both sides, even if there weren't any in the two hearts. Thinking this way, Zahra came out of her apartment, sighing at the memory of the beautiful house she had been offered at an almost negligible price. Well, it was negligible compared to that grand place. She was tempted to try to ask for it once again... but no, she wouldn't do such a thing. She wasn't called 'stubborn' for no reason. Her moment of weakness passed, and she moved on.
Zahra was walking quietly along the sidewalk with the throng of office-goers around her, when she felt that she was being followed. But that was idiotic, since almost everyone was going the same way. Still, she was very much apprehensive, and cautiously turned her head around to peer who it was behind her. A total of three people were walking in sync with her steps. Two of them were looking ordinary chaps, but one of them had his collars turned up and only a small part of his face was visible. Dave's words came instantly to her mind. "He looked creepy with his collars turned up in such a scorching heat."
With a surge of confidence bursting through her, she put a hand on the man's arm in order to stop him in his tracks. "What the hell?" he hissed, startled. "I might ask you the same question, mister 'Creepy'!" Zahra replied, waving a hand at the others to go their different ways. "What are you talking about?" "What I am talking about?" she asked, her eyebrows shooting up into her headscarf. "You'll know in a second." She dragged him to a spot, away from the middle of the busy street since people had begun to give them odd glances whilst passing.
"Now tell me why you've been following me like a shadow all this time?" she asked the guy, irritated. "Don't be ridiculous, alright! Why would I be following you? I ain't no stalker. Now let me go!" he spoke in the most exasperated voice he could manage. "Oh really? Then why were you going exactly where I was going to?" "That was because my office is through that way." His teeth were gritted in annoyance.
"Now if you're done interrogating, allow me to go in peace. I'm getting late." And with that, he began to walk away. "Wait!" Zahra grabbed his arm once again. "Why are you wearing an overcoat with its collar turned up in this sweltering heat?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in perplexity. "My face got scarred when I was in the Army," he told her, and hurriedly walked away. It was strange how he'd given that much information away. But he would've probably thought her harmless. Moreover, who sees anybody again in this multitude of populace, anyway? Shrugging her shoulders, and shoving the crazy thought out of her mind, the girl resumed her journey to her celebrated Organization once gain. She was angry at David for scaring her so much! There was no threat to her, nothing of the sort. And he had made it all seem so grave! What a prick!
And what she didn't notice, was that the ordinary looking chap she had seen walking behind her, had clicked a picture of her from his camera clock, while passing her in the street!
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Zahra saw David the moment she entered the Tower, but the two of them didn't try to strike a conversation with each other. The girl acted as if they had never known each other, and threw him a disgusted look when he wasn't looking. They were waiting for the lift to come down, along with a few other people, and when it did come down, she was sickened to feel him breathing down her back from behind her. Why didn't just things begin to fast-forward when you wanted them to?! Well, after some agonizing five minutes or so, the lift doors opened at the right floor, and Zahra sprinted off to her cabin, tremendously relieved. The two remained aloof from each other for the major part of the day.
David was beginning to have second thoughts about not talking to the girl now. Her presence was enough to make him shatter all his defenses and resolves. He couldn't last a day without seeing her, and his father was suggesting him to disappear from the scene! Like... really..!! If he thought he would give up so easily, then he didn't know a thing about his son. Because David Walworth never gave up... never. He was checking up on a few things about the girl, when he came across the papers for the lease of her apartment. It was ending soon. He had to try to make the offer at least one more time, maybe she would agree.
Zahra was beginning to ease up a little, getting back to her work, after a few hours, when there was a knock on her cabin door. She told the person to come in and kept on working without glancing up from her laptop for even a split second. She heard the man clear his throat, and was startled to see Dave himself in her cabin. But all she did was throw a brief look of surprise his way, and then resumed staring at the screen of her laptop, speedily typing away like some machine. "H...how are you?" he asked, uncertainly. Gosh! He was never tongue-tied in front of a girl ever before. "As you see me," was her stiff reply. She didn't bestow him a single look this time.
"Look, I'm really sorry for whatever I said to you yesterday, okay. I didn't mean any of it, believe me! Now, can we please just forget it?" Dave pleaded to her, his tone anxious. "Oh, no. I cannot forget it, surely!" Zahra replied, finally facing him as she spoke. "Because whatever you said about me, every word was true! I'm exactly what you told me I was, and you opened my eyes to reality. I'd keep your words etched in my mind. You described me well, thank you very much." Her tone was bitter, and it disturbed his heart. "Let's not make it harder for the two of us, Ms. Fatimah, okay. I could help you, you know. It's not so tough to forgive and forget, is it?"
"I have forgiven, but this time, I can't forget. I forget too much. And what is it you are claiming to help me with this time, may I ask, sir?" Zahra asked, irreverently. "Your lease is ending at the end of the next month, if I'm correct. You were here only for a year, remember?" "And what if it is?" the girl countered. "I'm still open to my offer of the house we visited. You could consider it once again, you know. It will save you a load of trouble." "I'm sorry, but I think I told you I didn't want to be indebted to you any more than I already am. My answer is still a no, I believe."
"And I think I told you we were done forever, but I didn't keep my word, because I had only said it in the spur of the moment! At least, you can't be serious!" he expostulated, disbelievingly. "Zahra please, give me another chance. I promise I won't ruin it." His eyes held pain, and Zahra was considerably softened. But she had made up her mind. She was fed up of giving people second chances. She was fed up of her life, and the way it went spiraling wayward and out of control. At this moment, her emotions mirrored his own, and they were closer, drawn towards each other by the delicate thread of sentiments. "I...I can't sir. Please try to understand. Just let me be. Leave me alone, and live your life," she told him beseechingly, glassy-eyed.
"You have a beautiful life ahead of you. I am an ill-omened child, I've got a rickety luck. And wherever I go, an impending disaster awaits that place. My own parents are only awaiting death, and my real parents... they are already dead! That's how ill-omened I am. I would only lead you to disaster. Please go." When she was finished, the girl had tears in her eyes. She didn't know, exactly in front of how many people she would get herself embarrassed and vulnerable. "So you won't agree to take the cottage?" "I told you, I'll only bring disaster! Don't you understand?! How many times do I have to repeat the damn sentence?" Zahra shouted, losing her patience. She had cussed in front of him for the first time, and she felt guilty, as if she'd got filth on her tongue.
"Maybe it was high time your ill-omen ended?" David offered, hesitantly. "But who am I arguing with! You wouldn't listen to me even if the sky came crashing down upon your head." "Just leave!" she told him, resuming her work once again. "Oh yes, I will. And this time, I wouldn't come back." And for the remaining few hours, the two of them never spared a glance at each other.
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******A BILLIONAIRE'S MANSION******
"Ah! Mr. Jamal! What brings you here? More information, I hope!" the mystery man says to the middle-aged Indian man, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I heard you wanted to know about the guardians this time. I'm here to provide you the information you needed. But first, there'll be more money, I hope," Jamal says, copying the young man's words. "Oh, sure. How did you know I needed that kind of information, if I may ask?" "I have my sources. Also I figured you would need it, since they actually know quite a lot, especially the father."
"Really?! Alright then. There is a condition though. I need the information to be accurate and relevant," Daniel warns, putting his index-finger in midair. "As if it wouldn't be," the elder man scoffs at Daniel's words. "Have I ever disappointed you before?" "No, you haven't, sir. Do sit down. I don't do my business hurriedly. I like to be a gentleman, and treat my guests like one. You would take some wine? No? I'll get something else for you then," he tells him smilingly, and strides out of the large, lavishly furnished room.
Once out of earshot, he pulls out his phone, and dials Conan. "Yeah, it's me here." "Like I didn't know!" comes the sarcastic reply. "No time for jokes, alright. I've got a man here." "You've begun to hold hostages?" Conan asks with disbelief. "Of course not! Remember, I told you about a man who gave me the directions on where to find the girl, along with her photograph." "Yeah, you did. What of it?"
"He's back with info on the guardians this time," Daniel answers, waiting for a reaction from his friend. "You won't need to look through her calls, and search out their location now. He has it on the tip of his tongue." "I'm glad, to say the least. It's gonna be easier for me, you know. Well, I'll come around then... sometime." "Yeah, come at twelve tonight, and we'll discuss how to proceed. I can't wait, man!" Daniel replies, and disconnects the call, going into the kitchen to shout orders at the maids working there.
"I'm sorry it took so long. Servants these days!" Dan says, re-entering the room, holding a large tray with several plates of snacks upon it. "They are a pain-in-the-ass, excuse my language!" "Oh, it's fine. And yes, I couldn't agree more about what you're saying. They do nothing but laze around instead of doing work like they should. I have a man working for me who does nothing except chewing betel leaves all the time. And when I ask him as to why he isn't working, he tells me he was done long ago. It makes me crazy."
"How's your son, sir?" Daniel calmly asks the man, knowing perfectly well that he would harp up at the mention of his son's name. He wanted him to do just that, and throw up the information involuntarily, so that he would get maximum by giving his minimum to him. "That's exactly why I'm here, sir. That man, David Walworth, he... he got my son arrested for no reason!" the old man replies, clenching his fist into a ball, making them go white. "Really? That's bad. Why though?" Daniel feigns innocence. "Oh yes. You see, he had gone to meet Zahra. The idiotic girl took his actions in the wrong light, and shouted for help. The man was in the doorway at the time, suspicious... if you ask me by the way, and he punched the poor boy like Satan himself! And the police arrested him on charges of assault. I had to get him out."
Daniel clicks his tongue in sympathy at the man's story, but his expression says otherwise. "C'mon Mr. Jamal. You know your son isn't exactly an angel either. He must have done something wrong!" "Oh no, he didn't, believe me! My boy is just a man who has been exceedingly misunderstood, that's all." "Okay, whatever you say, sir," the young man gives in to his arguments, and chuckles to himself.
"But, I don't want your son around the girl anymore, is that clear?" Daniel suddenly turns serious. "She is my business from now on. Tell your bas*ard of a son to leave her alone or I'll stick his meddling nose up his ass, alright?" The older man nods, alarmed with his finger jabbing violently on his chest. "You can begin speaking now, or you can say bye-bye to your $ 2 million my dear man!" "Of course. I need them to feel my wrath. How dare they take advantage of me, and then expect me to do nothing!"
And with that, Jamal poured out everything he possibly could with the amount of cunning he was in his brains, and came out with a victorious smile upon his disgusting face. He felt the sweet taste of revenge in his veins.
"Conan? We'll need to get the choppers ready by tomorrow. I want to nab them soon," Daniel says into his phone, as his dart sticks to the innermost circle of the dartboard.
-------AUTHOR'S NOTE--------
Hello/ Assalamu alaikum all my lovely readers out there.... I am back with another chapter, not so soon though :( but whatever....
not much action in this one either.... sorry, but still I hope you'll like it :) tell me in the comments below.
Aaaand, thank you ssoooo much for all the support I'm getting... My heart did a flip when i saw the rise in numbers today!!!
enjoyeeee ;) gotta go, bye.