Forced To Forever

Episode 5

It was evening already and everyone had gotten home to prepare for the dinner.

Beverly was in her room turning her Wadrope upside down in search of the perfect cloth for the dinner. She had tried reaching out to Jessica, her -best friend- but nothing. It wasn't going through which was pretty frustrating.

"Argh" she screamed and slumped into the nearest couch. "I can't do this, I really can't!" She waved her hands in the air in frustration.

Suddenly her phone started ringing and she rushed to get it. Seeing Jessica's name did a thing to her mind. Her mood changed with a smile plastered on her face.

"Thanks goodness! You finally called, I was trying to call you for a while now". She said immediately after picking the call.

"What's going on Bev. You sound like a mess".

"Please switch to video call. I'm having a hard time choosing a dinner dress".

They switched to video call

"Wow, who's taking you on a dinner date?" Tiff. gave her a knowing look.

"Hey! Don't look at me that way. It's not a date. My dad's friend invited us for dinner".

"Ohh that. What's the fuss Bev. Why not look for something simple and nice to wear?"

"You don't get it do you?"

"Well except you explain it". Jes. rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I do not know what's so special about this dinner but mum said I should look really nice". She explained to her friend.

"Oh could it be that They want to match you with their friend's son?"

"They better not, because it won't end well". She folded her hands across her chest in annoyance.

"Calm down Bev. That's the only way to sort this out". Jes assured her and she nodded. Letting out a sigh of relief.

"So let's get started, let's see what you have".

Bevely had to adjust the phone to face Waldrop so Jessica could see whatever she was going on.

It took a while for them to sort out styles, but they had to because Jessica kept rejecting all suggestions from Beverly. Finally they arrived at one. A red gown that fit perfectly for the occasion.

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"It's been over 30 minutes since you sent for Bev, and she's not here yet. Is she wearing a masquerade costume?" Mr. Charles asked his wife who busted out laughing.

They were fully dressed and ready to leave for the dinner at the Hamilton's house but Beverly wasn't done dressing.

"Did you really say masquerade costume? That's hilarious". Mrs. Charles couldn't stop laughing, even though she controlled it.

"I get it though". He also laughed but not for long then "but seriously she should be here by n..."

He was interrupted by the noise of heels he heard descending the stairs. They both raise their heads to behold the sight of the most beautiful package gifted to them by God.

"Oh my God, there is my baby". Mr. Charles said immediately she reached the last step and went to hug her.

Beverly blushed.

"You look so beautiful my dear". Her dad smiled.

"Thank you dad, sorry I came out late". She apologized.

"Okay no problem, let's get going". He said ushering them through the door.

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Vincent paced round in the sitting room, cursing under his breath.

Seems he was waiting for someone, but then he didn't want to sit. Wearing a daring frown on his face. He folded his hands into a fist. He would punch the living hell out of anybody that crossed his path.

Suddenly the figure started descending the stairs, he heaved a sigh of relief and looked up.

"Dad, I've been waiting for you like forever".

"Sorry son. You know I had to attend to something urgent". The figure said, smirking. It was obvious these people were family. "Is that why you couldn't have a seat ?"

"I didn't even think of that". He went over and sat on the couch opposite his father's.

"That's what over thinking and worrying does. So what brought you here son?".

"Dad, this is unbearable. I thought you said I had to work with Mr. Hamilton for a few months before you strike. What is this? It's been more than a year already". He said in annoyance.

"Sorry about that son. I just needed to make sure you win his trust first before the next plan". Mysterious man said.

"But I have. Should we just start already?"

"No. That's not how things are done. Slow and steady wins the game".

"Not in this case dad". He said looking worked up already.

"See why I said you should calm down. You can never win like things".

'What do we do?'

"At this point, I was trying to go deep into the investigation. To make sure of any new developments".

"So what have you found?" Vincent asked impatiently.

"Nothing much. But he has gotten so close to Mr. Charles and for the record, since you're working there, what do you think is going on?"

"Are you for real dad? Working there doesn't mean I'll know everything that is going on there". The sighs are set up.

"You are Mr. Hamilton's secretary. For crying out loud, what was your job there?" The man yelled.

"Calm down dad okay. I'm his secretary no doubt. But when it comes to Mr. Hamilton's private business, he doesn't need any one except his incompetent and unserious son".

"So you're trying to tell me that you know nothing, just work?"

"Yes dad. That's why I wanted to know what your plan is".

"See what I was talking about. The main reason I delayed taking the next step was because I wanted him to trust you. But a year has passed and the son-of-b***h doesn't trust you one bit". He yelled. Waving his hands in the air in frustration.

"You thought this was so easy? Mr Hamilton doesn't trust anyone except himself. Whenever I try getting close, he has a way of pushing me away. So if this isn't going to walk them we'll go for it in another view".

"Young man. He called out, looking at Vincent sternly. "Giving up is not in my DNA, so no son of mine will prove otherwise. Get it?"

"Sure then". He raised his hands in surrender. "Guess I have to try harder." He suggested.

"Sure. You really have to". The mysterious figure said and stood up.

"Now if you would excuse me, I have other things to attend to". Now that was him being nice, because he usually walks out on a person or people and hangs up if on call. Maybe because Vincent is his son, he has to be linear.