Time Ghost

Chapter 12

I render authority upon the war table, and no one submits themselves to put a brawl against my will. Samuel tuned “Sweet victory” in the background to accomodate my own satisfaction and self-ego upon the unprecedented triumph. Indeed, it was blossomed on the presentation slides all way back before its actual conquest, but James Watson’s mind felt threatened throughout the day as I took possession of His body for some reason.

So, in other words, I have to find out issues of this man’s life, as well as my own trouble with the time travel liquid in some ways.

“Johnson Goddard’s car, sir. Someone has been expecting you at the house.” Samuel announced.

Johnson Goddard, did that man situated himself to take my offer? I was only meant that for a taunt towards Gordon Herald and his petty smug. To cross a border like this, sounds so gangster-ish in my ear.

Time’s will tell.

A red-tinted Audi A8 was parked in the mansion’s parking lot. Neither chauffeur nor the man himself stood nearby. The three floor mansion has its own personal assistant and personnel to welcome any visitors with five-star treatment. In a stone’s throw distance from the mansion, James Watson has obtained five hectares worth of personal space on the beach. He built a special gold-brick pathways for anyone to descend down the hill. Under the rocky mountain, five sun longues were laying down in freedom of adulthood responsibility, in addition to the small cafe hut with private personnel stationed within.

“If any other visitors arrived, inform me first. I’ll decide for later.” James Watson ordered.

Samuel nodded,”As you wish, sir.” He said before returning to the Maybach’s driver seat.

If Johnson Goddard feels to purchase the stock from me, I’ll have to state the truth. It’s impossible for him to acquire a stake in this method. Otherwise, that man could just think of my 40 percent stakes to buy somewhat, so I’ll need to stop his advance in a way or another.

Yes, Russian businessman at its finest. I’m still astonished for his own shares in James Watson’s Drone business. Well-suited for a sham and mischief-making roots, I suppose.

My night’s a festive. Too much to investigate, it’s started to overwhelm me.

~tap-tap-tap~

Seams of clouds enveloped the sunset to its spacious bed. More people enjoyed its captivating scenery, yet only two persons within James Watson’s property. Outside the private-owned beach, there are groups of youngsters who were gathering since afternoon for a farewell party of their school. The man in glasses could exclaim such interpretation as a huge banner of “Seaside State High” erected across the southwest entrance of the festivities.

“See, Dimitri. Today’s kids are nothing but filth. They arranged a party to have some fun after. You know, right? s*x stuff.”

Dimitri responded in a bland tone as his employer blurted a topic,”Yes, boss, but they’re also our customers, too.”

“Hahaha, definitely, so I’ll let them loose. Protect their asses, even, if anyone infiltrates. I can’t give in too much dirt for the pig.” Johnson Goddard chuckled.

Flat-cap wearing man speaks more of personal topic alongside Dimitri, from which James Watson could have no ears around. Dimitri smiles and nodded to whichever topics that the boss told him and covers a reply if it is mandatory to speak of one. Amidst close-relationship attitude towards each other, Dimitri also has responsibilities to manage, which is Johnson Goddard’s personal safety at the most.

A small submachinegun holstered around the back, no less.

Despite being Russian-born citizen, Johnson Goddard has American blood instilled down his heart. He was having a lifestyle of liberty and controls the dark side of the business under the veil of ignorance. Adeson Goddard, the father of the oil prince, was famous in various legal and undercover businesses in the 90’s.

Johnson Goddard’s late father once have to bribe a certain mouth in attempt to cover illicit actions. One of their sworn opponent’s shin has been found underneath a nameless grave in the outskirt of Minnesota. Due to their petty mistakes on disposing the body, many of the old man’s underlings have to pay them all by severe punishment at the time.

Public executions, family annihilation, banishment to foreign land without any clothes, and so forth depending on the magnitude of their falsehood.

Otherwise, Adeson Goddard was a renowned golfer and commonly attended numerous contest in his free time. The old man was also an actor and retained successes as a co-star in standalone mafia-themed movies.

~Tap-tap-tap~

Dimitri hears the small-but-heavy strides from James Watson’s petite posture. At once, a bodyguard instincts barges in, for the 2 meters-tall brawn to block a noticeable threat’s advance. Fingers laid on across the rear against any emergency countermeasures and other arm up front to maintain balance.

”Who’s- Ah, Mr. Watson. My boss...”

James Watson lays a palm ahead of the man in interruptions soon after, “I’ll see him out myself. Open the way for me, please.” He said.

The bodyguard dismissed himself out of the path for James Watson subsequently. Behind him, the flat-cap wearing man glances upon him to inspect more of the man’s conceivable threat.

And then, a smile beckoned upon the stern face of Johnson Goddard. Both eyebrows were inclined towards the nose in spite of the wide beams from the 1,8 meters man as He welcomed him in seemingly-peaceful gesture,”Ah, Mr. smart guy! We have to talk about a few things. Mind if Dimitri joined our conversation?”