I don’t know why i was feeling so nervous. The terms of the contract are negotoiable, but they’re already pretty good, good enough that i don’t think there’s anything i can ask for that won’t seem like an overreach on my end.There’s a stable interest rate though, one that makes me shoot a sly look at Tieran because he isn’t joking with his money. He fully intends to make profit off it. Of course, even the interest rate is something he’s termed as negotiable.“You’re taking it easy on me.”Tieran doesn’t try to deny, not argue that fact.I should feel insulted. I’ve read through some of the business deals he signs with Malachi. In fact, i’ve read a lot of business deals various investors have signed with Malachi. The terms are always cut throat. It always involves a fair amount of back and forth before anyone ever comes to suitable business terms.In my case, Tieran has made everything simple. Easy and suitable.He’s taking on most of the risk, and i am grateful for that. I’ll surpris
The Franc Robinson hotel is one of the most expensive hotels in this city and the next four ones beyond us. To get in, you either spend half a million dollars for a week spentg in this place or you get invited.Invitation is based solely on the owner’s discretion. In essence, it’s a hotel for the filthy rich and outtrageously wealthy. The butlers by the side of the door almost fall over themselves when they see me and my father.“Mr Elcot! Mr Elcot! It’s been so long. We never thought we’d see you here again.”I don’t know what’s funnier. The fact that they’re all staring at me quite confused or the fact that they’re all simply not going to acknowledge the fact that they’re acting very unbutlerly right now. The Finn family butler would be mortified right now.“Who’s the beautiful young lady Mr Elcot?”My eyes snap back to attention when i hear one of the butlers say that and from the look in my father’s eyes, i can see that he’s made his choice. His voice is authoritative when he sp
My father nods and gestures to the table and chairs set out on the rooftop. We’re the only ones here, and as much as i want to ask him about exactly how much power he has to be able to reserve the whole rooftop to himself, i know that isn’t the question i need to ask. I already have a fair estimation of how much power he has.I need to ask questions about what he knows, so i go to the chairs, watch his chair wheel him over until he’s seating beside me, and i set my natural questioning gaze on him. My father dramatically rolls his eyes and looks away as he comments, “You look a lot like your mother when you look at me like that, do you know that?”I shake my head. I didn’t have so many pictures of my mother, but i knew she was conventionally beautiful, didn’t use glasses like me when she was in highschool, had a fair number of boyfriends and men who would flutter around her like butterflies, because she was like a flower. A very beautitul flower they would love to make their own, not t
“You want to make more money?”My father sounds a bit taken aback, but i nod like it’s nothing. Like we’re talking about the weather.I know two things for a fact. If some money can be made from little to no effort, then more money can be made from some actual effort. If i can make money in the stock market by buying the shares to the stocks of a certain company, then what’s stopping me from buying all the shares to the stocks of that company and getting all the profits that come from it?The stock market is what, but that’s by the way. I tune out of my thoughts and look at my father, watching as he goes back to his food and chuckles. He eats for a while, and i begin to worry if he’s actually eating at home. Tieran mentioned that he barely eats sometimes. My father has had to be under constant surveillance from Tieran just to be sure he was doing what he had to do to keep healthy.Right now, the man is eating like he’s been hungry for a while, and it feels like a crime to stop him, so
Lunch comes to an end with a question on my mind. I ask myself if my father just needs another shot at life.From what he told me about his parents, i don’t think he ever had that. He’s been molding himself to fit into the role of an old man who’s quietly resigned from life, but that only happened because of the loss he went through. Losing the only woman he ever loved and the child he never knew turned him into a shell of himself.One so cold and unfeeling, that the only thing he could channel his mind to was what he got from all the sacrifces he made.Tieran was his way of escape for a while but, even Tieran had to leave.My father laughs as he talks, and i can see how happy he is with me, but the nagging at the back of my mind asks me for what happens when i’m not here? Does he just sit in his wheelchair, now waiting for me to come back, or is he actually happy with himself and his life.I don’t know why, but the concept of my father being unhappy heavily unnerves me. I wait and wa
“Sienna!”I kneel on the floor and cradle Malachi’s mother’s head in my laps. I tap her face lightly and i ask tentatively, “Sienna? Sienna, are you okay?”She’s alive, I can see her chest rising and falling. Now i just need to know if she can see and know enough not to think i tried to kill her.Malachi’s mother begins to cry.I can’t tell if the tears are fake or genuine, i just know she begins to cry, so i do the only thing i can think of doing in situations like this, i begin to console her, “Shh, it’s okay, Sienna. It’s okay. You didn’t die. You’re still alive.”Almost like my words touch some feral nerve in her, the cries intensify and i hear what she’s saying in between those blubbering tears, “You just tried to kill me, Antonia.I… I know you hate me, but is it enough to want to kill me?”I notice Ian’s presence a few paces away, and i can’t help the glare i shoot him. Sienna is crying again and repeating the same accusation that i tried to kill herI want to pull at my hair,
Seeing the white walls of the hospital reminds me of the night my grandmother died and a bitter taste finds itself to the back of my throat. I swallow it down and look at the bright side. At least it’s not the same hospital my grandma died in.I go to the counter, “Hi, good day. I’m here to see Sienna Finn. She was brought in by an ambulance a while ago.” The nurse points in the direction of the hallway to my right, not uttering a word. I go down with a grimace and take a deep breath before i enter the room.The emergency med doctor is in the room, the male one, and with him is…. Malachi’s father, Sienna’s husband.I groan silently and approach the table cautiously. I haven’t had too much interactions with Malachi’s father, but for him to be here it means Sienna was conscious enough to give the hospital his number. If she could do that, then it means she’s fine right?“Ah. This is the lady we met at the mansion. She called the ambulance.”Malachi’s father responds to the male doctor,
Malachi’s father takes me down into one of the wards in the hospital and all I can do is follow silently. Bridget’s words keep ringing in my mind, and I make my decision.If I stay here all Malachi is going to do is blame me. Skye will be certain to fan the flames and Sienna won’t say anything to stop that. I’m not going to be waiting around for that. Tonight is the only night I can get the Moon’s Tears fabric back and I can’t miss that.The resolve forms in my stomach and makes my lip harden. My spine straightens. I stop walking and speak calmly, “Mr Finn. I won’t be here when Malachi comes back. There’s nothing you can say to stop me.”Malachi’s father stops, and we are the only two people in this hallway… I realize that he could easily throw me into one of the rooms and lock me in there. A flight response begins to seep into my bones as Malachi’s father turns back. I kill the flinch I almost release at the last second. I’m being silly. Malachi’s father would never hurt me.“I mess