CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
1777 Words
As he was pacing in his brightly colored office, his phone rang on the table. He went over and Sebastian was calling.
“Yes, man,” Trevor answered.
“Are you still at the cafe? I’m done with the interviews,” Sebastian spoke.
“Oh, nice. How did it go?” He went and sat on the couch.
“Well, nice. I will fill you up later.”
“Alright then. See ya,” and he hung up.
He got up and carried on pacing. It has been hours ever since the academies updated him about what is going on. What if they had been caught! Or his fears came true. Been on the dark side reminded them about it. If that is the case, then things are about to go t**s.
I stopped as he heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he said.
A slim black lady entered. She was about twenty-five or less. Short black, well taken care of hair.
She wore the uniform which all workers wore at the cafe. A black flared dress with little glitters on the sides. And since she kinda worked in the kitchen, she also wore a white apron. She completed the look with black vans.
“Morning Mr. Trevor,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey you,” he said with a somewhat false laugh.
“Tandiwe told me to bring you tea,” she handed a white teacup that contained tea to Trevor.
“Thank you, er....”
“It’s Anastasia sir,” she finished.
“Yes, Anastasia. I keep on forgetting it. Because it’s unique,” he added and took a sip from his tea.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah,” he lied.
“Alright, sir. I’m going back to my job. See you later,” she charged to the door.
“See ya,” he said.
She opened the door and closed it behind her softly.
After a few sips, he kay the tea on the table, and he was brought back to his memories.
What the hell is keeping the academies and Arron from updating him? Did something happen to them? Maybe he is just been too hard on himself. Maybe the place was too guided, and they had no time to use the black marbles or shadow walk. Hopefully, that is the case.
“What does she even want from me? Did I offend her in any way? Or does she just want to take revenge on what my parents did to her or her parents?” He muttered and sat down on the couch.
I tried to think through the haze, but nothing about the woman came to his mind. What does she really want?
But whatever it was, he needed to figure it out as soon as possible. The longer he took, the more dangerous things were getting.
The last time he visited the family tree, the name of his unborn baby was still not there. Is the woman that big of a threat to his baby? But again, what could she gain from killing an innocent child?
“Dammit,” he cursed, and slammed his fist on the couch.
Could it somehow be connected with what his cousin was talking about? He said something about the house talking. Giving Trevor hits, to be precise. But Trevor was unable to understand it. But who would understand a house, for God’s sake?
But what if it was connected, then he needs to visit his so-called cousin before the day ends? Sleeping with so many questions in his head was not really something he was looking forward to. The mysterious woman is already bad news as it is. So assign more would be suicide.
He got up and began pacing again while beating his head. He needs to come up with a plan that will somehow remove the tension from his life. If the woman could be taken care of, then things might be a bit smoother. His cousin was already chained, so worrying too much about him was not really that important.
And speaking of his so-called cousin been chained up brought a question that has been running in his head ever since he saw him. Why was he chained there? What had he done that made Trevor’s father, or whoever it might have been, to lock him in Santa’s dan? Was he that evil? And why hadn’t his parents mentioned anything about him having an evil cousin?
“Why the hell do I have to find out about such things on my own? Why hadn’t they just told me everything?” He took the cup of tea and drank almost half of it. “Damn my parent for that.”
As he sat down on the chair, the door suddenly blew inwards. Sebastian entered.
He closed the door behind him and sat on the opposite chair to Trevor.
“What’s up? You look like you had just seen a ghost or something dreadful,” Sebastian spoke.
Trevor looked at Sebastian, they sighed, “well, you are not too far from the truth,” he locked eyes with Sebastian.
“Can you elaborate?”
“Well, due to all of this happening, I forgot to tell you about what I saw inside Satan’s dan.”
“I’m here,” he took a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.
“Dude, what are you doing?” He looked at him.
“Er.... Relieving my stress. What does it look like I’m doing?” he said.
“Well, you aren’t going to start smoking inside my office. I have a policy that says no smoking inside. What the hell do you think people will say when they see smoke coming out of my office? I said put the damn thing down dammit!” He scolded upon seeing Sebastian putting one end of the cigarette inside his mouth.
“I will. Why are you shouting? I’m just a foot from you,” he removed the cigarette and put it back in the box.
“And I thought Natasha told you to stop doing that,” he began flipping the papers.
“And I thought you told Maria that you will never do that as well. But that is not the case is it?”
“What do you mean? I have never put a cigarette in my mouth ever since,” he got up.
“Trevor, I’m not a kid. And you are my friend, so I know you better than anyone. Last night you were busy smoking on the balcony of your bedroom,” he also got up and followed Trevor at the window.
“That’s absurd. Anyway, we have more pressing matters to attend to than.”
“But this topic is not over. So what did you see inside Santa’s dan?”
“Well, apparently I have a cousin,” he began.
“Well, yes I know that. Albert.”
“Not Albert you twit.”
“Then who? He is the only cousin of yours I know. Of course including those sisters of yours.”
“There is another one,” he turned to look at Sebastian.
“And what does he have to do with what you saw inside Santa’s dan?”
“He is the one I found there.”
“What?”
“Well, yeah,” he began walking back to the chair.
“But why didn’t you bring him out of there? And why was he there in the first place?” Sebastian followed Trevor back into the chairs. He took a sip from Trevor’s tea. “Dammit, I forgot you don’t take sugar. And why is the tea cold? You are in a cafe, for God’s sake,” he scolded.
“They brought it a long time. And to answer your questions. He has been locked there. Reason been I don’t know. That is what I have to find out.”
There was a pregnant pause then.
“Don’t tell me we have to go there?” Sebastian asked, wearing a rather tiresome look.
“He is the only one who might know the truth. So, we just have to go. But first I need to visit my so-called cousin.”
“Dammit,” he sighed.
*
The day flew by so quickly. Trevor carried on with checking file after file and talking on his phone. To clients and other important people. Except for the time he had to go out because he needed to see the constructors, who will be responsible for building the other cafe he needs to open.
Sebastian, on the other hand, just sat in the office staring at his phone. At some point, he even slept.
Around seven in the even Trevor got up from the chair and gestured for Sebastian to follow him. Trevor took his papers, put them in his bag, and they left his office.
There were about ten or fewer customers at the cafe. Some of the workers were working, while some were just sitting, chatting with each other. Presumably, they had zero work to do.
Trevor spotted Tandiwe and called her. Without hesitation, she went over to where Trevor and Sebastian were standing.
“Yes, sir,” she said as she reached him.
“I haven’t locked my office. I think I forgot my keys home. Don’t forget to lock it and set the alarm. The competition is pretty tight. We might not know who might attack us. So please don’t forget,” he emphasized the last words.
“Yes, sir I won’t.”
“Alright, we will be on our way then. See you all tomorrow!” He said loud enough for everyone to listen.
“Good night, sir,” they all replied.
Trevor and Sebastian left the cafe, then stopped and looked at Mr. Jamison.
“Sure we go, sir?” Trevor said to Mr. Jamison.
“Yes. But....”
“Don’t even think about it,” Sebastian cut in.
“I was.....”
“Mr. Jamison, no ifs and buts let’s go,” he gestured for the old man to follow him.
“I was just asking who will look after the cafe if I go home?”
“I have told someone to come over. I should be here by now. So, shall we go now?” Mr. Jamison nodded, “and let’s hope you have told those ungrateful bastards that we are having a meeting.”
“Yes I have,” Mr. Jamison replied and entered in the back seat.
“Good,” Trevor said. He started the engine and drove off.
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