Chapter Ten
Ezekiel sat with his head down as he concentrated on his laptop and press the keyboard away. The flight was due in two minutes and then he'll head to Canada to finalize a business project. He was at the airport, and he safely tuck himself into a comfy couch.
The light buzz of his phone distracted him, he picked up the phone and checked the screen. The na on the screen made him jump a little as he hurriedly picked up.
This person never ever calls, unless sothing absolutely important is up.
"Hello?" He said tentatively. He sohow knew the situation was tense and the atmosphere eery, when he heard no reply.
He checked the screen to be very sure,and alard spiked his blood when he saw that he was still connected.
"Harry, are you there?" He asked again.
"Zeke..." Ca the small trembling voice.
Ezekiel stood up imdiately and grabbed his briefcase, he was already heading out. If sothing could shake Harry, then whatever business eting he has could wait.
"Zeke..I..I can't.. school," so heavy breathing. A shout in the background, a sound of glass breaking and beep, the line went dead.
"Fuck!" He muttered as he hurried out of the small cozy room.
"Get the car ready," he growled to his secretary.
Sothing was wrong, he could feel it deep in his bone. And Lord help him, he was going to wring soone's neck for it.
He was t halfway through a graceful stride by his shaking secretary, who spotted a look of confusion but rcifully kept his mouth shut. He quickly yank the door open and watched as his boss entered the car.
His mind was still swirling and he was
sure he couldn't quite grasp the urgency of the situation (more like the insanity) but he kept his mouth glued together as he revived the car to live.
"Where to?" He asked ekly, once they hit the road. He gulped twice and kept his clammy palms on the steering wheel as he waited for the direction.
He couldn't fathom why in the na of the seven hells was his boss ditching (for the lack of better language, since ditching sounded like sothing he did when he was in high school. Not sothing his boss can do) a multi-million dollar deal.
He guessed it must be another hugely successful deal.
"Wang morial school," Ezekiel said.
Jas bobbed his head repeatedly and it was a close call but he would have smashed his skull on the wheel, if not for sheer luck. He quickly punched the words into the Google map and obediently followed.
"Chen, where are you?" Ezekiel spoke to the other line. His voice was just like before, only that it had so other elent in it. So other elent that looked a lot like panic and urging?
He must be hearing wrong. His boss never panic. He never do anything that feels remotely human. Except he was doing it.
As Ezekiel spoke into the phone, frustration and cold anger leaked from his voice.
Jas discreetly checked the rearview mirror, looking for hanging icicles. Or ice frothing forming on his boss mouth.
"Harry called" a pause. So long,it almost equaled a soap opera.
"I'm not sure" a sigh, then a pinch of his forehead.
"Yes, yes, I'm heading over there now." Another sigh.
"I'll et you there"
"Okay, good," he ended the call.
Jas quickly averted his gaze and strained them on the road, keeping the speed at minimum until he heard sothing resembling a growl from the back.
Goosebumps rose on his skin and he stared covertly at his boss.
"Increase the speed," Ezekiel instructed.
Jas eyes budged, but he nodded and did as instructed.
"More! Now!" Ezekiel snapped at him.
He pressed the pedal like his life depended on it, a lot of things did really.
His life, his student loans and his cactus.
Everything depended on this mission.
He continued turning as suggested by the map, praying he didn't land them into an accident at the breakneck speed he was moving.
At least if he was the only one that died, that would an he'll get his debt cleared and his cactus taken care of, a win-win situation. But if his boss has as much as a little scratch? He was in for a life sentence.
Finally, after a while of silently praying to his ancestors and whatever deity was up there, they got to the school.
The building was majestic, but he had no ti to admire the artistic talent as he rushed to follow his boss.
Ezekiel continued dialing a number on his phone as he stride inside. His long legs propelling him like a machine.
Jas sprinted to catch up, managing to squeeze his eyes shut and his breath ca out small and in pant.
"Mr Wang! It's an honor..." A woman in a black flowery dress, that slls of citrus hurried out to greet Ezekiel. But her greeting was cut short by Ezekiel's clip and Curt nod.
"Where's my son?" He asked the woman. His eyes flickered around the school but there was no student in sight.
Jas almost tripped over his own blooding pants as he heard the words loud and clear. His mind raced and his breath stopped coming altogether. His boss has a son? His ever-steely-boss had a son?
"Mr Wang, you see, we organized.."
"Where is my son!" He asked chillingly. The woman looked startled as she spluttered and fiddled with the hem of her dress. Her face turned crimson.
"They're out on a school organized picnic. But I assure you.."
"Where?" He demanded.
"Excuse ?" The woman asked. Confusion filtering in her face.
"Where?" He asked again, this ti in a low voice that sent chill racing down everyone's spine.
Jas shivered involuntarily and looked around. His mouth dropped and his eyes grew wide as saucers. This..this place was a school? This place is a fucking five star hotel.
But his thought was brought to an abrupt halt when he saw his boss moving away.
He cursed himself and hurriedly follow.
One thing was cleared to him as from that point, his boss wasn't good at being human but he was a protective father.
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