Chapter Two: Cross Path
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Mr. Wilson, sir, I don’t think that the operation of this deal will be well settled with other board of directors. I know this might sound disrespectful to you and the company. Please think about others as well, with an appealing voice from the dark room.
"Yes, he is right about this’, the deal in question has not been finalized yet. "We can’t just release this huge amount, two (2) billions of dollars to a mere deal that has not yet been finalized; another said inside the chilling room which was cold yet colder than ever, coming from the man sitting across the room with his chair backing the people discussing.
And…; came bum inside the room as everyone became quieter than ever, with only the sound of rain drop from the rooftop only held.
What was that? Mr. Jones, one of the board directors, spoke out from fear. Mr. Wilson,' Hope you’re not trying to play some trick on us. He questioned him regardless of the fear still within him.
I haven’t moved from here, yet you are being judgmental about what is not inside the room; still backing them. Huh…
Mr. Wilson, we have seen this kind of deal before, and with your father's carelessness, we lost so much income in just one day, you can’t jump…., ; interrupted by the sound of a chair being turned towards him.
Can’t just what? Mr. Board of Directors came the chilling voice again, this time standing up from his chair, but standing still in the dark alley of the old house.
Just when I thought that I would spare the three of you, now I don’t even feel like it anymore.
What does that even mean, Mr Wilson, we haven't made or said anything that may even anger you right now? Mr. Board of directors said curiously.
"Yes, you three did not point at them’ but why do foolish people never admit to their crimes, nor feel any rumors about what they did; Sebastian Wilson said as a little smile appeared on his face inside the shadow.
Derick called out to his personal assistant who had been standing with him all this while, but to the other people's surprise, he appeared out of the shadows as Sebastian called out to him. Without any word from his boss, he understood what was to be done and in an instant voices were held from the tablet which was shown to the three people in the room.
(From the tablet, they will never find out about the loss of money, and even if they do, we will not be held responsible or held accountable for it.)
Mr. Wilson, that is…. I… am not.
I have kept this evidence for quite some time now. Why? Just to draw you out of that pit of yours. You should have thought twice before crossing my path, boards… of … fools. He stressed the word with more cold and anger emitting from his body.
Is this the reason you brought us out here to blab about, Mr Wilson? I should have expected that you would understand the situation at hand, not the past being brought back by you. Mr. George replied with a straight face, he was not going to back down just because he is brought out a video of them duping the company's money on themselves.
Interesting, mind me telling you that regarding your stand in the situation could, have you? But I will leave it to the world to see for themselves. Sebastian said straight to his face, no one had ever dared cross his path, and if they did, it was always a bad ending for that person.
So bring us to this goddamn place, will then make us confess what? Kill us or bury us alive. We all know how ruthless you are, Mr. Wilson, but mind you, I have no fear or anything to lose, so do your worst for all I care.
Saying those words in front of him makes him want to take action at that moment, but he has to restrict himself to having blood on his hand.
There is nothing more to say, the video has done all the talking, right boards of directors? Sebastian said as the room became colder, every minute of time spent in the cold room.
"I think this is the last time we will see these old men’ Derick said to himself, as he also felt the chilling vibes coming from his boss. Oh! Poor little thing. Never imagine what will be the outcome of crossing path with Mr. Sebastian Wilson.
Derick …, flipped his hands in the air, directing him on what to do with the three old rags in the room.
Yes sir.
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What are we still waiting for? Can we not just go in and end those people once and for all my hands are inching for toys to work on. Flint said feeling down and the cold slapping their faces. He and others had been waiting for thirty minutes now, and still got no signal from their boss.
Charles, on the other hand, looked at him with a serious gaze. Why are you always in a hurry to kill? It is that it is fun for you.
"Don’t you know, it’s more fun to take lives than leave bad people to do dirty things?" Flint replied immediately without battering eye while saying it.
Where did the boss pick you from? Charles asked him
You want to know, allow me to take you there with gladness; smiling at Charles, who immediately moved away from him.
Get away from me. He never imagined someone getting happiness from killing others without feeling rumors or pity.
Boss number three is just too deadly to be a human; the bodyguard among them whispers to the other. I wonder where my boss picked him from.
Boss number two is also wicked, but compared to boss number three, I’d say he is a monster in disguise. Another said
I don’t even want to go close to him before he uses his hands to skin me alive.
A perfect decision for yourself, or better still keep quiet before your mouth gets you into trouble.
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