“WHAT do you mean she rejected the job? What sort of a thing is that? Where is that done?”, Mr Redford questioned all at once, in a rush, shouting.
He was sitted on his seat in his study, Scott has just returned and has delivered the report.
In the midst of the commotion that had struck out at the park, he and his guard had managed to leave unharmed.
Scott just sat still, he had no answer to his questions, he wished he did.
“She was actually accepting the job at first, but at the mention of his name, she declined”, he said.
“At the mention of whose name?”.
He tilted his head.
“Our target, Jeremy’s”, he said.
“Oh! Really? Was that what happened?”, Mr Redford asked.
He nodded.
“Yeah, I really don’t know. And she also mentioned something striking”.
“What?”.
“That Jeremy cannot be tampered with, and that we should try more and see our deaths, imagine?”, he said and hissed.
His eyes widened.
“Is that a threat or what?”.
He opened his arms.
“I don’t know, I can’t tell”, he replied and Mr Redford sighed.
“Hmph”, he mouthed.
“And to see the seriousness on her face as she spoke, she was so tight faced, and damn serious I could tell”.
“Shut up!”, Mr Redford shouted and Scott flinched, “just shut the fuck up”, he added.
Scott was befuddled, what could be wrong?
“Huh?”, he mouthed.
“What? No tell me, what? You were the human being who told me she is good, and was going to deliver, then why bringing this sort of… rubbish report for me?”, he kept on ranting, his eyes glistening with anger and spitting fire.
“Sir, please calm down…”.
“Don’t you dare!”, he interrupted, “don’t you dare tell me to calm down, don’t. This is all your fault you punk!”.
“Sir…”.
“What is it? What is the problem?”, Mrs Redford asked rushing in, and cutting Scott short, “honey, what is the problem?”, she asked looking at her husband.
He was fuming and still staring hard at Scott, who just sat watching.
Mrs Redford had to move closer to her husband and placed her hands on his shoulder, and tried to calm him down.
“Honey…”.
“Don’t honey me”, he shouted and turned to her and she flinched, her eyes were widened in shock.
She was so shocked that she couldn’t say anything, but just looked on with her mouth, wide opened, she was speechless and lost for words.
Noisily, Mr Redford shoved back his seat and got up, shooting a one last glare at Scott, he dashed out of the study.
There was a few seconds of silence after he had left, as Mrs Redford stared blankly, then she turned to Scott, who just sat aloof, watching.
“What seems to be the problem Scott? What is the matter? Why is my husband this troubled?”, she bombarded him with questions.
He just sighed and got up.
“It’s nothing ma’am”, he replied and began walking out.
“Hmph”, she mouthed, watching him leave, and then she walked away.
***
The next two days saw a maid walking into the smaller living room where Mr Petersons sat, browsing on his phone.
She walked up to him and halted.
“Mr Petersons, someone is here to see you”, she said and he looked up at her.
“Who?”, he asked.
“Mr Redford”, she replied.
His mouth opened slightly in surprise.
“And you are informing me first, let him in”, he said and she bowed, then walked away.
Few minutes later, Mr Redford walked in, with one of his guards beside him.
Mr Petersons got up immediately, with smiles all over his face.
“Redford Redford!!”, he called, “the one and only Redford I know”, he added and stretched out his hands for a handshake.
Redford smiled.
“Petersons, I’m finally here”, he said and they shook hands.
“Please sit, sit”, Mr Petersons said and motioned him to the sofa nearest to him, and he sat. The guard stood by.
“What should I get for you? Ava!”, he asked and then raised his voice, calling.
“Oh no, please, nothing, I’m fine”, he said.
“Sure?”.
“Sure, I’m fine”, he replied, “I’m just here to deliver something”.
“Okay, so what is it?”, he asked, keeping his phone aside.
Mr Redford sighed, then began softly.
“We made an agreement years ago Petersons, I fulfilled my part, you are still yet to fulfill yours, and you aren’t even making any move to do that, what is going on?”, he asked.
Mr Petersons sighed deeply, he knew this was what he had come to deliver, I mean, what else gonna bring him here? To his house?
“Well, Redford, as you know, it’s really not my part to fulfill, it’s my son’s duty to do, I only have to talk to him -“.
“Then talk to him!”, Redford rudely cut in, “talk to him, I did mine you have to do yours, isn’t it?”, he asked rhetorically.
Mr Petersons simpered.
“Redford you have to calm down -“.
“Jeez! That is exactly what I hate, I hate people telling me to calm down over issues which normally I’m not supposed to”, he interrupted, “I am not supposed to calm down over this, you know it Petersons”, he said.
“I am trying my best Redford, it’s just time. Give the young boy time, he is gonna come around I believe so”, he assured.
He sighed.
“We have been giving him time, as much as I can remember, we have. My daughter is going through a lot, your son is hurting her big time, he is disappointing us”, he shouted.
Petersons closed his eyes and opened them.
“Redford you are just being worked up over this, this isn’t a big issue”.
“Really?”, his eyes widened, “that is what you think?”.
Petersons smiled and shook his head.
“I don’t think we are about to have a fight because of this”, he said.
“We aren’t fighting Petersons, just get your son take my daughter to church, fulfill your part just like I have fulfilled mine”, he stated and got up, “good bye”, and he walked away, his guard walking behind.
Petersons sighed deeply again, looking downwards, then he raised up his head to see his wife standing by the door and looking at him.