Chapter 2: Game plan
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2: Game plan
Sophie, in a fit, threw the phone onto the bed.
Mrs. Veyre was angry and emotional.
“It's okay dear, don't let it get to you,” she said, hugging Sophie.
Zion Veyre called the security and ordered them to tail Ethan Sanders and find out every little thing they could about him.
“Find every detail you can. Start with Club Devonte. Everyone he meets. Everyone he speaks to. Everything. Take photos of every scene and make it as swift as possible. No one should see you.”
Mr. Veyre spoke, “He's finished. He thinks he can swoop in here and destroy my daughter's future with no consequences. He's so wrong.”
Asrael who had been observing since spoke up.
“I knew we shouldn't have trusted him. After all, there are more refined people in our circle we could've partnered with.”
“The newly rich never last long.”
“Come on, it's time for breakfast,” Bibiana Veyre said.
“Let's eat.”
They all filed downstairs and were soon seated at the table.
Silverware clinked as they got their food but the air was heavy and thick.
Sophie was now calm and collected.
As she reached for a roll, she said, “Don't cancel the wedding.”
The table fell silent. Everyone was shocked, thinking they misheard her.
“Why wouldn't she want to cancel the wedding?”
“Is she really going to marry him regardless?”
“What do you mean?” Stephanie, who was seated right next to her, asked finally.
“Honey, after what he's done, it's only right to call it off,” Bibiana Veyre said, almost dropping her fork.
Zion Veyre hid a small smile. He knew what Sophie wanted to do. He knew her inside out. He continued eating like he hadn't heard.
“Why shouldn't we? He lied,” Asrael Veyre chimed in.
“Don't tell me, you're actually going to get wedded to him. Are you, sister?”
“I know he did,” Sophie responded.
“Then?” Stephanie asked, feeling impatient.
Sophie took a sip of her orange juice as they sat in silence waiting for her to speak.
“I want to show him what messing with the Veyre family really and truly meant,” she says.
“He will regret ever trying to step his foot in New York's high-class society.”
"He wanted to marry me just to impress the high class society members and move his company forward. He wanted a stage. I'll give him a stage. It'll just be different than he imagined.”
“Ethan Sanders, count your days,” she said under her breath.
“You want to humiliate him in front of everyone?” her mom asked.
“Yes, I do. So the wedding must continue as planned.”
“Honey, this kind of scandal goes both ways. Bringing it to the public means people will talk about you too, not just him,” her mother said, quite worried, looking at her husband.
Mr. Veyre, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up.
“Our family doesn't play with chaos. We have a reputation to uphold. If you're going to do it, do it cleanly.”
“I will, dad,” Sophie said.
“So what's the plan?” Asrael Veyre said, putting down his fork.
“He will be waiting for me at the altar. Before I go in, Steph will set up the projector and display all the photos, video and text messages. Then I’d go in and call off the wedding or something like that.”
“I want them to see the kind of man he is. A fraud, a liar and most importantly a drug addict. He'd wish he had stayed in his lane.”
“I'll strengthen the security on that day so he can't run off. Also the press will be in attendance so it will definitely make the papers as expected,” Zion said.
Stephanie Michaels spoke up, “This perfect moment deserves the perfect dress to match it. The right dress for a spectacular moment.” Even thinking about that day made Stephanie excited.
“We'll go dress shopping after breakfast,” she continued.
“Make sure you get evidence from Club Devonte. Not just any photos but photos or even videos that attest to the fact that he actually does drugs,” Mr. Veyre said, looking at Zion.
Their parents exchanged glances and laughed at their plan and breakfast continued quietly.
Just then, Zion’s phone probably had about thirty notifications come in at once.
Everyone looked at him as he took out his phone to check.
“Who is it?” Sophie asked.
“The main event,” he said as he sent the phone round the table.
Then a phone call came in; Veyre Securities. The phone was now with Mr. Veyre so he answered it and put it on speaker.
“Speak,” he said.
Mr. Grey, the head of securities said, “Mr. Sanders was at Club Devonte on Wednesday and drugs were delivered in large quantities. He sold some and stored the rest in some sort of storage that had a secret passageway.”
With a pause, he continued, “He ended the night high on drugs and passed out in a private room in the club.”
“And how do you know this?” Zion asked.
“Because the new boy we hired last week was at the club as well and followed him because he seemed suspicious.
I just found out, he kept quiet because he was afraid to tell anyone.”
“This information must not leak anywhere. Understood?,” said Mr. Veyre sternly.
“Yes Sir,” Mr. Grey said and hung up the phone.
“Well, I guess Ethan Sanders is really out of luck now. The New York Police Department and the press will have a field day with this information,” Asrael said lazily.
“He is so done,” Stephanie followed.
Breakfast ended and everyone went about their day.
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