The lost fortune of Jerry Nathan

chapter 2

I dialed my mom's number instantly, anxious to understand the level of my father's illness. Her voice shivered as she cried on the phone, making my own eyes fill with tears.

"Mom!! What's going on? I managed to ask through my tears.

"Your dad. He's on life support. He collapsed earlier today around noon, and we rushed him to the hospital," she replied in a hushed voice.

"Mom, please look after him; everything will be okay. I am in the middle of a sensitive issue that requires my consent. I will come home as soon as I am through. I replied with a heavy heart.

I could no longer disclose my decision to anyone, not even my colleague Debbie. I have made up my mind to proceed with the process of meeting Jerry Nathan in person and signing this contract marriage for my own financial freedom.

I walked swiftly to captain James Rykov's office with a faint smile. "Excuse me, sir, the candidate willing to start the contract process is here; can I get the remaining documents?

"No, Mordena, I'll have to ask the candidate for a brief moment to ensure she is not being coerced into taking this contract," he responded with a clear smile.

I am the captain. I've decided to take on this mission," I responded, my demeanor reflecting a sense of inferiority in my stance.

I am surprised about your decision, Mordena. I know you are a smart lady; you are suitable for this mission, and I knew before that because of your dark, long hair, curved shape, and blue-cat eyes, no billionaire will ever resist your beauty. He concluded.

"Take the remaining document from the shelf, sign, and return a copy; all the details about our client, Jerry Nathan, are on the next page."

I did as required and completed the process of the mission. But I cannot determine my fate in this or what it will turn out to be since I am getting myself involved with a strange man entirely for financial gain.

"Mordena, please be careful. Don't forget all we've taught you; a certified high-tech investigator like you must be smart in all your dealings. He embraced me with a cordial smile.

The GPS coordinates from the Captain James Rykov navigation device indicated that Jerry Nathan is presently at the Rock Garden in Belarus. Without delay, I headed there to meet him.

I quickly approached the building in the rock garden where Jerry Nathan was patiently waiting for me. As I hurried along, a tall man walked by, accidentally bumping into me. The impact caused my glasses to fall to the ground, and before I could retrieve them, they were instantly shattered.

"Oh, just look what you have done; I can't see clearly without my glasses."

"Sorry ma'am." He helped me pick up my bag, and as I continued towards the building entrance, I saw someone with the exact same description as Jerry Nathan.

"Goodday, sir. You seem to match my description; are you Jerry Nathan? I asked, trying to be sure.

Yes, ma'am, I am Gerry Nathan. I have been sitting and waiting for you; what took you so long?" He asked calmly.

I am so sorry for keeping you waiting. I have been going through the garden, but a similar identity pops up before me; my glass was shattered, which even made matters worse."

"You are welcomed; I admire your descency; there is no need to waste more time; my business is a highly sensitive one. My boss owns a weapon factory; we work together, but I need a millitary lady who can help my business.

"You sign the contract; we are officially married; that's simple; my mom wants to have her grandkids in her arms before nature calls; this is the document. He paused with a faint smile as he looked through my eyes.

I blushed and also returned the gesture with a smile on my face. He spoke like my mom, who will always demand for her grandchildren, as if she were a kid crying for brown chocolate.

I went through the jagons and clauses of the contract, but my eyes were so damn blurry that my eyes wouldn't rob me of this opportunity, so I composed myself in pretense, signed, and filled all the spaces.

"I hope everything is okay; if there is something you can't understand, let me know. He said this, glancing through the document.

"Yes, I have no problem with the process, I assured him with a firm smile."

I looked at him as I noted his physical characteristics: tall, broad shoulders, brown eyes, and muscular body. His gestures and ways of expression seem to be natural, like those of a considerate and caring man.

My admiration was interrupted when a priest appeared out of nowhere, joining my hands with Gerry Nathan. It was too quick, as I was dumbfounded by some group of strangers standing to witness the union.

"Do you, Mordena, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? He asked, but Mordena's mind was still hovering around her decision, driven solely by financial considerations to settle her parents debt.

I felt Gerry Nathan's hand on my arm, a silent gesture bringing me back from my wild thoughts. I looked at Gerry Nathan's face, remembering the word he said: "My mom wants to have her grandkids in her arms before nature calls."

It seems as though we shared a common goal, driven by our parents desire for grandchildren. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to respond, Yes. My voice barely rose above a whisper as I realized that there was no turning back. A sign of relief swept through the crowd.

He drew me closer and gave me a kiss as he held my hands and walked towards his convoy. Some of his goons made way for us. I entered his customized Rolls-Royce and sat like a queen.

"Take us to the Belarus airport; I have a flight to catch. He ordered the driver. Gerry brought out a cigar from the box, presenting the pack before me to take.

"Do you smoke cigars?" he asked with a welcoming smile.

I'm sorry, Mr. Gerry Nathan, I don't smoke cigars. I replied, shaking my head slightly to emphasize my response while maintaining eye contact with him.

"I apologize, my lady. I simply assumed that someone of your caliber, working with the military, might be inclined to smoke. I forgot that you embody decency," he chuckled, and our laughter resonated freely in the air.

We arrived at the Brest airport around 5 p.m. as we boarded the private jet. Gerry asked me to send my parents phone numbers to him so he could call them when we arrived.

"I just sent you my parents phone number, "but where are we going from here? I asked calmly.

"We are going to my house in Brest, which is at the south-west corner of Belarus. He replied. I had a beep from my phone, making me excuse myself from Gerry and go to the convenience room. I opened the text message I received, but I was in awe.

"Message from Debbie: There is a problem. This is between me and you; call me when you are free," she said.

I was about to call Debbie, but a loud bang on the door made my phone slip from my hand as I panicked and fell into the toilet.

"Open the door! Open the door now! My heart fell into my stomach.