Chapter Forty-Eight
Fiona’s Point of View:
We took Uncle Victor into the house, and I went straight to the balcony to see what was happening.
“We need justice,” I heard the leader of the protesters say.
“We cannot sit and watch the so-called influential people make a mess of our justice system,” she said.
“We are not leaving here till we get justice,” she said as the protesters cheered on.
“I urge any patriotic citizen of this city and country to boycott Harrington’s company,” she added.
“Today, we block list their company and the services that they provide,” she echoed.
“Whoa!” I exclaimed silently.
“The battle just got better,” I muttered.
Immediately, the wail of sirens rented the air.
“Help,” I yelled as a bottle hit me, piercing my skin.
“Go help her,” I heard Alexander tell the housekeeper.
The housekeeper helped me into my room and applied antibiotics to the cut.
“She must have heard about it,” I said to myself as Eleanor called.
“Are you okay, Fiona?” she asked immediately.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Just that I got injured. It’s not that serious though,” I told her.
“I am so sorry, Fiona,” Eleanor apologized.
“I should not have shared that video with the public,” she said, regretting.
“Stop this already, it is not your fault that the police officer was killed. You know nothing about it,” I said.
“But I am sure the Harrington’s did that to evade justice,” she said.
“How do you know about that?” I asked Eleanor.
“Oh Fiona, Victor Harrington would not watch his son go to jail, so maybe that was his only option,” Eleanor explained.
“Yeah. I agree with you,” I told her.
“Call you later. I need to rest,” I told Eleanor as she hung up.
Uncle Victor’s POV:
“We should take him into the house quickly,” I heard Fiona say.
“He has been badly hit,” she said again.
“Alexander, you need to call the cops now, or else these people will bring this house down,” I told Alexander take care of.
I woke up in my room with Alexander by my side, but everywhere seemed quieter than earlier.
“Finally, this place feels sane again,” I told him.
“Yeah,” Alexander replied.
“I called the cops immediately you asked me to,” he explained.
“Besides, how do you feel now? You passed out earlier on,” Alexander asked me.
“I am better just because my whole-body aches,” I complained.
“Maybe you will need this. It would help ease your pain,” Alexander said, showing me an ointment.
“Dad!” Alexander said later.
“Take a look,” he said with his phone in his hands.
“Oh my God,” I muttered quietly.
“They are planning to boycott our company and the services it offers,” Alexander said lamenting.
“No, I think we can fix this, else everything I have worked for many years is about to be destroyed,” I said on panicking.
“I need you to do something, Alexander,” I said.
“Dad, I promise you that I am going to fix this,” Alexander promised.
“You need to do it fast,” I urged him.
Alexander’s Point of View:
I have decided to make personal decisions in the office since my father has permitted me.
Ever since the protest, the sale the company made has been greatly affected. Sales dropped day after day.
“Just one mistake from me has put me in a serious mess,” I lamented.
“I wonder what the company will have to do to make more sales,” I thought to myself.
Sometime later, a group of bankers came visiting.
“Our organization is aware of the struggles of your company, and we are here to help you,” one of them said.
“We can cushion your troubles. There are a variety of loans to…” they said as I interrupted.
“I do not think my company needs a loan now, we still have enough for now,” I told them.
“But there are speculations that your company is about to go bankrupt,” one of them said.
“I think we are done here. Good day guys,” I said as I ushered them out of my office.
“Such audacity,” I said as soon as they left.
“Alexander,” Father called immediately after I got home.
“I think we are in deep trouble,” I told him.
“These people are boycotting our company, the sales we make now cannot be compared to the past weeks,” I said.
“One of my fears is slowly coming to pass. These people are out to ruin me,” Father said.
“What are you doing about it?” he asked me.
“I am confused Dad, that is why I rushed to see you,” I said.
“But earlier on, some people from Iris Bank came to the office,” I told him.
“They said that they were informed that we were going bankrupt,” I explained.
“I did not foresee this, but I knew that when you bought Eleanor all that she wanted from the company’s income. We were in trouble,” he replied.
“Go and have some rest. I will talk to you later,” Father told me.
Uncle Victor’s POV:
I called Derrick moments later.
“Thank God you called because I was going to call you immediately,” he told me.
“Yes, the protesters dispersed, but I was badly hit,” I said.
“They agreed on boycotting my company. Now it is happening,” I narrated.
“I don’t know how I am going to make up for this, Derrick,” I lamented.
“Victor, you are a business guru,” Derrick said.
“You will surely find the right way out of this,” he said again.
“I am just a police officer and not a business executive,” he added.
“The only reason these people would be boycotting your company is because they have other options, but what if they didn’t?” he asked.
“I would leave you to ponder on that,” Derrick said.
“See you later, Victor,” he said, and he hung up.
“What does that statement mean?” I began to ask myself.
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
“I think I understand it now,” I said suddenly, then I had another call.
“Victor, what are you doing about the state of the company?” a member of the board of directors asked.
“And why have there been speculations of bankruptcy since you started working with your son?” the member asked again.
“If you do not fix this, the next time you hear from me will be about my withdrawal from the company. Good day,” he said, and he cut the call as I froze in fear.