CHAPTER 9

William Henry Blakes.

My lips were in a tight line as I ambled down the plane. I checked my wristwatch for the umpteenth time, the scowl on my face deepening. I was still late. I should have gotten ready earlier but Suzie just had to be my undoing. No matter how hard I tried to get here as early as possible. But I trusted Reece to do his job wonderfully and delay the Roosevelt bastard just like I had asked him to.

I took out my phone from my pocket, checking my phone to see if I had any calls from my father or Reece. I halted in my tracks, scrunching my face as I scrolled through my phone. I expected a text from Reece. An update on whatever was going on at the airport. But I saw nothing.

I tried not to scream or throw my phone away in anger as I locked the screen and continued walking towards the Maybach parked a few feet across, waiting for me. I increased my pace, knowing fully well that every time I wasted brooding was going to bounce back on my business.

As I got to the car