RENE
I can’t wait to hear the devastating news of Olivia’s death. It will be the biggest thing that has happened to me in a while. In her next life, she wouldn’t dare stand in my way when I want to achieve something remarkable.
I want Adrian to myself, and I’m going to get him, no matter how challenging it is.
I haven’t stopped checking my phone, hoping my hired assassins will call or text to share the news about Olivia’s death. I paid them to eliminate her, and I’m pretty sure they’ll do a fantastic job.
As I paced around my room, my phone rang. I immediately checked it, every belief in me screaming it was the hired assassins calling.
Sadly, I was met with disappointment when I noticed that it was my mom calling my phone.
“Like seriously? Oh no, not now. Why does it have to be my mom?” I hissed and dropped the phone immediately.
Just like me, my mom had been yearning to hear the news of Olivia’s death. I am pretty sure that was what she wanted to speak to me about.
The plan with my mom was to marry Cyril and own some shares of his company to save my family from bankruptcy.
I would have achieved that feat a long time ago if it wasn’t for Olivia, who has been a hard nut to crack in recent times.
“What am I going to tell my mom now? This is a difficult task for me because she isn’t the kind of person who gives up easily,” I asked myself rhetorically. No thoughts seemed to be entering my big head after I spent the last couple of minutes brainstorming.
I couldn’t think to save my life.
I would rather not speak to my mom in that condition because I wasn’t certain what I was going to say to her when she started asking me about Olivia.
Regardless of how I intended to explain to her, she was never going to understand.
After much deliberation, I decided to return the missed calls from my mother just to let the tension off my chest.
It took me some minutes to realize that ignoring my mom for too long would only create tension in my heart, and I wouldn’t want that to happen.
“Why were you refusing to answer the phone? Were you intentionally snubbing me?” My mother launched the attack on me. She didn’t bother to ask the reason I wasn’t taking her calls. I could tell from her tone of voice that she was desperate for news.
“Mom, can you please stay calm? I just woke up from sleep. I wasn’t even aware that my phone was ringing,” I lied but in a calm tone.
I also yawned, just to completely convince my mom that I was indeed sleeping.
“I see,” she mumbled. I was able to make her stay calm. There’s no denying that my trick worked on her eventually. I felt a different tone, unlike when she yelled at me the moment she called.
“Have you gotten a call from Ghost and his boys yet? They ought to have called to break the news. You should know what I am talking about,” my mom tossed the question at me without delay.
I wasn’t freaked out, neither did I panic. It was a question I already saw coming. I had already prepared my mind to respond to the question, too.
“Not yet, Mom. I’ve been trying to reach out to them, and it’s not working. They aren’t even replying to my texts,” I answered. I took my time to explain myself extensively to avoid further questions.
“You’re kidding me, right? I don’t understand how you can be this calm when your home is burning. Are you that nonchalant?” she snapped, making it sound like their lack of communication was entirely my fault.
I took the phone off my ear to catch a breath of fresh air. I couldn’t wait for her to end the call immediately so I would have time to think.
“Are you there? Why aren’t you saying anything?” she raised the alarm after she noticed my silence.
Coming from someone who drained every bit of energy in me. What was she expecting me to say?
“Mom, I am here. I didn’t go anywhere. I was just speechless. I didn’t know what to say,” I replied. My voice was slowly fading away like the evening sun.
“Do you think they’ve been arrested by the cops after a failed operation?” my mom thought.
I regained myself instantly the moment she told me that. It was quite strange that I wasn’t even thinking in that direction for a second.
I was tempted to believe that my mom was telling the truth until my phone rang, hence interrupting the conversation with my mom.
Fortunately for me, it was Ghost calling. The same person I was discussing with my mom.
“Mom, I am going to speak to you later. Ghost just called, and I have got to answer the phone right now,” I told my mom and quickly switched to Ghost.
“Why weren’t you taking my calls? Do you, for once, consider what’s at stake?” I vented my frustration at Ghost without waiting to confirm if he had exciting news to talk to me about.
“I am sorry. We were on duty. I wasn’t even aware that you called,” he explained.
But something about his voice struck me as odd. He sounded defeated, and it didn’t give me the impression I was about to hear good news.
“What’s the situation on the ground? And why are you sounding like a broken record? Should I be expecting great news from you?” I asked a thousand questions to mount the pressure on Ghost.
A sinking feeling crept into my chest, whispering that Ghost and his boys had failed to execute a simple task.