The CEO's Fake Wife

Dead lives Matter

A dog was running through the field, barking wildly while ignoring the calls of his owner behind him. “Joe! I told you that we should have sold thos dog a long time ago.” An old man holding a flashlight with a very disgruntled expression on his face which was a clear sign of his unhappiness.

“Tim, we are not talking about selling my dog tonight,” His friend responded, he also looked like he was in his late fifties. He also had a similar flashlight in his hand as he calls out in the dark night. “Jack! Jack where are you?”

Tim didn't look very pleased, it was midnight and the last thing he want to do was stress his old bones by running through the field while looking for a dog that he hated so much. “Why would you be so stubborn, this is the third time he has run off this week. What was your nephew thinking when he got you a dog as a present?”

Joe suddenly stopped walking, he wore a warm smile on his face. “Don't be stubborn about this Tim, we've discussed this so many times. We are not selling the dog.”

“What if it fetches us a good amount of money?” Tim tried again, hoping to coerce the old, stubborn friend of his.

“I'm still not selling, what if that kid returns and asks about the dog? He would be so sad if he found out that I sold the first gift he gave me.”

“Then we simply do not tell him, and everyone's happy.”

“No Tim, I'm not changing my mind on this, besides, Jake loves you-”

“But he's a handful. Look at us, we are supposed to be home sleeping and not looking for a dastard dog.” Tim interrupted him midway.

Joe refused to continue the banter with his friend, but to place his attention on finding his dog. “Jack! Here boy!” He blew on a whistle, using his flashlight to illuminate the way.

Seeing as his friend refused to respond to him, Tim could only follow behind him. Joe called out a few more times, and then, there was a loud bark. “Here boy!” Joe's quickened his steps to where the sound came from.

The light fell on the Labrador dog who was holding something in his teeth, it dropped it upon seeing his owner and barked loudly. “What do we have here?” Joe said as he pointed his flashlight at the item and behold..

..it was a wristwatch.

Tim rushed from behind him at his top speed, taking the wristwatch carefully into his hands before breaking into a maniac laugh. “Haha! We are rich! We are going to be millionaires!” He cried out in excitement, forgetting the fact that he was groaning a few minutes earlier about not being home in bed.

Joe was slightly stunned to see his friend action, he was aware that Tim was a money grubber but the little display before him pointed that out even more. He looked at the silver wristwatch which looked modest at first but seemed very expensive.

“What are you going on about? This doesn't belong to me and hell would freeze over if you claim this belongs to you.”

“I am not saying it belongs to me. Finders Keepers, we could sell this and used the money to fix the barn and renovate the cabin.”

“No.” Joe said with a straightforward tone that left room for no compromise. He walked towards Jack and gently pet it. “Hey boy, why did you run off tonight?” Jake let's out excited barks, wiggling it's tail.

The blood from Tim's face disappeared at a rapid rate. “What are you talking about?” He clenched the wristwatch tightly, already calculating how the proceeds from it would be used. “You are joking right? We found it, we didn't steal it?” He stressed out.

Joe sighed in exhaustion. “We are too old to be going back and forth over this like teenagers. The wristwatch isn't ours, we found it, alright but that doesn't gives us the right to sell it. What if the owner comes looking for it?”

“Who would come to this outskirt over a wristwatch?” Tim grumbled.

“You would be surprised, we can just report that we found it and get it out of our hands.” Joe tried to convince him further.

All of a sudden, Jack started to bark incessantly, he held on to Joe's pants using his teeths, pulling him to a different direction. “What boy? What are you trying to tell me?”

“Maybe he found something else?” Tim's eyes sparkled as he began to imagine more hood items he could lay his hand on. “Let's just follow him?”

Jack took the lead and the two men tried to keep up with him, and when they finally reach him, he was laying on his stomach besides something.

The two men hurried closer, pointed their flashlight and gasped in shock as they saw a body, it was of a man who was lying on his stomach, he was wearing tattered clothes with scorch marks on them and heavy injuries on his body. His face was turned so it was hidden from their line of sight.

“Murder!” Tim cried out.

“Hush!” Joe was bolder and more composed. He walked to the other side of the body, he sighed as he saw that the eyes of the man were closed. He crouched down, his hands shaking when he placed it under the nose of the man. “He is still breathing, he's alive!” He cried out.

“He is?” Tim came over to his side, performed the same action and visible relief appeared on his face. “He is just unconscious.”

“I guess we know who the watch belong to.”

“Whatever, we have to get him out of here or he won't make it through the night”

“How do we do that?” Joe stared that the body of the over six feet unconscious young man, mentally calculating how much time and energy it would take for both men to carry him back.