Chapter 54: Mastermind Unmasked


“Fancy choice for a time like this,” Matthias said.

Richard called him to his presidential suite mid week. At first, Matthias thought he’d heard the location wrong, but it didn’t take him long to figure out what had happened.

“Curious, aren’t you?” Richard asked, as he ushered Matthias in.

“No, not really.”

“I was handed a truckload of money.”

“I think I know from whom,” Matthias said, taking a quick look around. There was a wide glass window overlooking the night-lit city, and he strode toward it.

“Want to know how much?”

“No. I’m just glad you’re no longer sleeping on my couch.”

Richard chuckled and handed Matthias a glass of whiskey. “Thanks for the hospitality.”

“Don’t mention it. What did you want to tell me?”

“I learned something new about Wilhelm Group. I thought you might be able to find out more with my intel.”

“You think too highly of me, but I’ll try.”

If Matthias was being honest, he’d been thinking about discontinuing the clubhouse challenge since last weekend. The only reason why he hadn’t back out was because he didn’t want the rest to think he was abandoning ship.

“Well, you’re the man with the contacts. Anyway, I was told that Gabriel is the new owner of Wilhelm Group.”

Matthias turned to Richard, with eyebrows narrowed.

“Surprise, aren’t you? It would’ve been me if Gabriel wasn’t born,” Richard added.

You seem to have more contacts than me, Richard. But I’ll see what I can do.”

After Matthias thanked Richard for the drink, he excused himself and headed home. Despite not wanting to delve in the whole scandal, he found himself researching on the infamous Gabriel Lee. There was little information about him, but not a single picture. By sunrise, Matthias decided to have a little chat with his boss.

Clocking-in 10-minutes before the rest, Matthias headed straight to his boss’ office. It was part of his daily routine. That day, he decided to survey his boss’ condition first, before bringing up Gabriel. But upon his arrival, Matthias found only one person in the office – the very person he did not want to see.

“Good morning,” the man greeted. It was the same man that threatened him to get Jodie’s case files.

“It’s nice seeing you again,” Matthias simply replied.

“Vice versa. I have a message for you.”

“What message?”

“My boss wants to meet with you.”

“He does? Well, tell him I’m busy.”

“He has an offer for you. One I’m sure you’d like,” the man insisted.

Then without waiting for Matthias’ reply, he handed him a card with an address and time scribbled on it – it wasn’t an obscure location, but the jogging path by the city river.

“Don’t be late,” the man added, before strolling out.

Matthias’ first instinct was to call his sister. When she told him she was fine, he heaved a sigh of relief. Knowing that he wasn’t being threatened again, he wondered about the motive behind the meet. It was at a public place and right during the evening rush – it was pretty safe. Since there was nothing to lose, he decided to go and ask questions.

By the time evening rolled around, Matthias excused himself earlier with no questions asked. He reached the car park before the working class started on their commute home, and found the jogging path before the designated time. The card itself did not specify where they were to meet, so he took a stroll – crossing paths with mothers and their children, young couples, and evening joggers. When he finally reached the wide bridge arcing over the river, he spotted a young man in a suit, leaning against the handrail. Matthias somehow knew that was the person he was to meet.

Walking up to the young man, Matthias pulled out the card he was given and handed it to him. The young man smiled as he took it. Up close, he didn’t look a day over twenty, which was quite a surprise.

“How did you know it was me?” he asked.

“We’re the only two people out of place,” Matthias replied.

“And that’s why I like you. You’re very observant.”

“Who are you and what do you want?”

“My name is Gabriel. And I want you to work for me.”

Matthias stared blankly at the introduction, failing to formulate a reply. Just the night before, he’d learned who Gabriel was. And to meet him the next day, let alone be offered a job, felt unreal.

“You’ve heard of me, I assume,” Gabriel said.

“I have, from Richard.”

“Ah, then he must have told you about Skypeak too. And the unbeatable challenge.”

“He has,” Matthias lied without a second thought.

“I’m guessing, you’ve considered quitting the challenge. Am I right?”

He had only just met Gabriel and he was starting to dislike him. The way the boy was able to predict his moves made Matthias extremely uneasy.

“Quit it, Matthias, and then come work with me. If you think that’s betraying your friends, it’s not like you’ve never done it before.”

Holding back whatever reply he had, Matthias turned to look down the river.

“Think about it. I don’t hurt my own.”

Leaving him with what sounded like a threat, Matthias watched as Gabriel strolled down the bridge. When Gabriel was no longer in sight, Matthias sighed and pushed himself away from the handrail. He was ready to head home and think over Gabriel’s offer, when he heard someone clearing their throat behind him.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Guinevere standing with her arms crossed. Matthias unconsciously held his breath. She was in her jogging attire, and had seemingly stood there long enough to have caught her breath.

“Who was that?” Guinevere asked calmly. “And what did he mean by betraying your friends?”

Rarely was Matthias in such a situation. He was always careful not to let his guard down. That day, felt like a set up to have him exposed. At that very moment, Matthias could only do one of two things: come clean or lie. He could tell her what was going on, or he could simply shrug it off and drop out of the clubhouse challenge – never to see her again. There weren’t any other options, and Matthias had to choose.

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Chapter 53: The Heir


He knew Zach had a reason to accept his offer. Richard was not as naïve as he’d like to be. So when Zach asked him about Matthias, he told him everything he knew. It was a price he was willing to pay for company, as pathetic as that sounded. He did, however, grew curious as to why Zach was suddenly so interested in Matthias. But that curiosity had no room to grow with all that had happened.

“If you ask me, I wouldn’t completely trust Matthias. He’s his own God with his own set of morals. Not that I’m any different,” Richard admitted.

Zach nodded and took a sip from the glass of beer he bought him. Richard downed half his glass and ordered another one.

“So, what’s your plan?” Zach asked.

“Oh, we’re talking about me now?” Richard asked with a smirk. “Well, honestly, I don’t know.”

“Did you speak to your brother?”

“Yes. But he’s not my brother.”

“Did it help?”

“I guess. But I’m still pretty lost.”

Richard thought about what Gabriel had told him, and it was barely the surface of what was going on. He still had no idea who he was and why the Lee family took him in in the first place.

“Maybe you should talk to someone else?” Zach suggested.

He raised an eyebrow and Zach added, “Maybe talk to your mother?”

“She isn’t my mother. But that’s a good suggestion. I didn’t know you’re a man of good advices,” Richard praised, though sounding more sarcastic than he’d intended to.

Zach simply shrugged and took another sip from his glass. Richard was already onto his second. About three more orders later, Zach excused himself and Richard let him go – he was no longer listening to what Zach was saying by that time. When he finally decided to give up on his attempt at drowning his sorrow, he got up from his seat by the bar and set his sights on the exit. But when he took one step forward, somebody stood in his way.

Richard was intoxicated to the brink of a giggling fit, but his mind was still clear and so was his sight. Seeing who it was, he chuckled and pushed himself past.

“Let’s talk, Richard,” she said.

“Why?” he asked, as he continued to the exit.

She stalked toward him and grabbed his wrist. Annoyed, he pulled his hand free and turned to face her.

“Why, mother? Oh, sorry, I forgot. What should I call you?”

Removing the bug-eye shades from her eyes, she gestured to a booth at a corner.

“I’ll answer all your questions,” she said.

Hearing her offer, he headed straight to the booth and waited as she took off her mink coat and opened her leather handbag. When she took out an envelope and placed it on the table, Richard knew what she was going to say next.

“Take this and start over. It’ll be more than enough.” She pushed the envelope toward him.

“Who are my parents?” Richard asked in reply.

“You don’t have to work if you don’t want to. I’ve made sure of that,” she added, giving the envelope a tap.

“You said you would answer my questions,” Richard stated.

She sighed and nodded. “Very well. Your father was our family’s chauffeur, and your mother was, I believe, a housewife.”

“Where are they now?”

“Your mother died during childbirth and your father left with the money we gave him,” she answered, without a hint of emotion.

“You bought me from my father?”

“He had a lot of debts and was more than interested in what we had to offer.”

“Why did you want me? Why did you take me in then, only to throw me out now?”

“That, I cannot answer.”

“Hmm, I wonder if the press will have good theories, once they learn who I am.”

Richard did not intend to blackmail, but those words slipped from his mouth without any thought. With his ‘mother’ attempting to pay him off, it was only natural for him to play the appropriate role.

“Take the money, Richard,” she replied.

“What are people saying about my disownment?”

“My husband has told them you’ve disappointed him enough.”

“That’s convenient.”

“It works for both you and us. And we have no intentions to leave you stranded.”

“Fine, I’ll take the money. But you need to tell me what you used me for?”

He had every intention to take the envelope from the start, but he wanted to fish out more from her.

She hesitated for a while and then decided to spare him with the gist of the 27-year long story.

“My father owns Wilhelm Group, as you know.”

No, Richard did not know. And she had no idea she spilled the beans on something her husband had kept secret for years.

“He wanted to hand Wilhelm to a male heir. Being the only child, I needed a son. So, we took you in and told him you were ours.”

“But then Gabriel came along and he was made heir,” Richard finished.

“Yes. My dear father passed a few months ago, so Gabriel now owns Wilhelm Group,” she said proudly.

Wilhelm Group was the source of everyone’s problems and he’d just learned crucial information that could help crack the clubhouse case.

“I see. Well, I’ll be on my way then.” Richard casually got to his feet and snatched the envelope from the table. Waving it, he said, “Thanks. I’ll use it well.”

Richard caught a glimpse of her mixed expression, but did not stick around for more. Exiting the pub, he waved a taxi before whipping out his phone for a call.

He knew that calling everyone regarding the new information was a waste of time. Wanting to find out more before informing the group, he needed a partner-in-crime. The two people that knew the most about his situation were Jodie and Matthias. They both had great ideas, except one was more trustworthy while the other had contacts. So, Richard had to choose.

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Chapter 52: The Loser Club


Zach only saw Jodie in the gym and at Skypeak. They rarely met or spent time outside of those two places. Which wasn’t expected of gym buddies to begin with. So, when Jodie asked him out for lunch on Tuesday, it was a rather pleasant surprise.

As they’d both agreed to make that Tuesday their cheat day, they met at a fast food joint in town. After having their trays filled with their high calorie-d meal, they settled at a booth by the glass panels.

“Are you sure we should be eating these?” Zach asked.

“I won’t be eating anything else for the day,” Jodie joked.

Zach chuckled along before confessing, “Honestly, I didn’t expect to be called out like this. You want something, don’t you?”

His question was more of a tease, but when Jodie pulled her hand back from the fries, he uncovered her ulterior motive. He could not help but feel disappointed. Yet at the same time, he knew he shouldn’t be feeling that way. At least she took him out for a request, instead of doing so over the phone.

“I know this seems-”

“I get it,” Zach interrupted. “What can I do to help?”

He saw her hesitate as she held the burger in her hands. When she placed it back on the tray, the hesitation left and she went straight to the point.

“Has Matthias gotten you to do anything strange?”

Zach recalled the day Matthias asked him to deliver an envelope to the secluded cabin. Before recalling the memory out loud, he asked, “Why do you ask?”

“I found it odd that my case flipped from good to bad. And I can’t help but suspect Matthias for the sudden turn around. He seems to be out of it too, as though he has given up.”

What Jodie said made sense. Zach had asked Matthias about Jodie’s case the day before and Matthias showed little to no interest in trying to do anything about it. He did look apologetic though, if that made any difference.

“Well, he did sent me on a errand last Saturday morning,” Zach said, and he told her about the delivery of the documents.

“I see. And you didn’t open the envelope?” Jodie asked.

“No. I wanted to, but I didn’t.”

“This was before he actually told me that we were losing. He’s definitely up to something.”

“Perhaps you should change lawyers.”

“I wonder if that would make any difference. If Matthias handed everything about my case to the prosecution, what can a new lawyer do?”

His natural instinct was to shrug, but he held his shoulders down that afternoon. “I’ll try to snoop around when I’m with him.”

“Thanks,” Jodie replied with a thin smile.

The rest of the meal went on as though they hadn’t just learnt about Matthias’ possible betrayal. Zach knew it was all an act, and by the time lunch was over, Jodie excused herself before he did. He promised her he would help before they bade goodbye.

Having nothing to do that day itself, as Matthias had not tasked him with anything, Zach took a stroll around the city park. He thought about what Jodie had said about his boss, and found it more believable the longer he dwelled on it. Everyone knew Matthias was cunning, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if he played Jodie. Whatever his intentions were, Zach wanted to find out.

Just as he decided to get on with playing detective, Zach heard two familiar voices. When he found the source, he stood listening as they ended their conversation. Guinevere seemed sorry for not being able to help Richard, and Richard looked as though he had completely given up. Zach thought of leaving them to their problems when Richard turned and saw him standing a few feet away.

“Ah, come join us in the loser club,” Richard said cheerfully.

“No thanks,” Zach replied.

“We’re all helpless. You’ll fit right in.”

“I’m not helpless,” Guinevere was quick to respond.

“Well, then it’s just me and Zach.”

“I… I have to go,” Guinevere said. “I’m sorry Richard.”

“Where do you have to go?” Richard asked.

“I’m going to do some Skypeak investigation today,” Guinevere stated what sounded like an excuse to get away.

“I guess you’re really not that helpless after all,” Richard said with a chuckle.

“Thanks? I’ll see you boys around,” Guinevere replied before she stalked off.

Zach was about to turn on his heel too, when Matthias called out, “Want to grab a drink?”

“I just had lunch,” Zach said.

“An extra drink won’t hurt. Come on, I’ll share with you some secrets. That would be a great first agenda of the loser club.”

Secrets was the only word that caught Zach’s attention. Richard and Matthias knew each other before the Skypeak challenge. If anyone knew Matthias’ character the best, it would be Richard. Then again, Richard did not have the best personality either – the Richard that had seemingly given up on life could be worse.

Zach wondered if he should agree to a drink with Richard. Perhaps his time would be better spent with Guinevere and her investigation on the clubhouse. At least with Guinevere, the chances of getting anything done – the chances of finding something new – was higher. She was still in sight and Zach could catch her if he wanted to.

“You turned me down on a drink once, don’t turn me down again,” Richard prompted. “What do you say?”

Zach had to choose.

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Chapter 51: Watch Your Own Back


There was one thing Jodie hated, and it was idling. She was not a fan of being helpless altogether. Unfortunately for her, there was nothing she could do regarding her case. Having clocked in early, she stared blankly at the month’s accounts and wondered if she should continue working. At that very point, it seemed meaningless, as it was likely she would lose everything.

Sinking into her chair, she shut her eyes and wished for the nightmare to end. But before her mind could take her to a happier place, her phone rang and brought her back to earth.

“What is it?” Jodie answered Guinevere’s call.

“Wayne’s in trouble,” Guinevere said.

Sitting upright, Jodie asked, “What do you mean in trouble?”

“There’s this scheme to frame Wayne. I swear, I’m not a part of it. I was only told recently and I had no idea my father was involved. Jodie-”

Guinevere spent more time explaining herself and Jodie had to interrupt.

“What scheme?”

“I don’t know for sure. They needed me to create a scandal to weaken Wayne’s position, but now that I’m not going ahead with it, they’re planning to speed up the process. You need to tell Wayne.”

She was not a mind reader, but Jodie knew why Guinevere went to her. Guinevere didn’t want Wayne to question her motives, but Jodie herself could not help but do so.

“You only found out about this recently? Is that what you said?”

“I’m not lying, Jodie. I swear, I had no idea.”

Jodie didn’t say anything in response to Guinevere’s plea. Guinevere had lost her usual sassy tone, which was very unlike her. After rationalising Wayne and Guinevere’s positions, she said, “I’ll meet with Wayne today.”

“Thank you. And please don’t tell him I told you.”

“I won’t.”

When she got off the phone, Jodie felt relieved. She was not celebrating Wayne’s downfall, she was simply glad for the new sense of purpose. If she couldn’t help herself, at least she could help someone else. Getting to her feet, she strode out of her office just as her staff began rolling in. She waved their questions for later and set Wayne’s office as her destination.

If being played by the puppeteer of Skypeak had thought her one thing, it was to be paranoid. Hoping to catch Wayne before he strolled behind enemy lines, she waited for him at his designated parking space in the bank’s underground car park. When he reversed into the lot with a bizarre look on his face, Jodie motioned for him to remain in his car before entering the passenger seat.

“What are you doing here?” Wayne asked.

“Someone informed me that you’re in trouble.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” Wayne said with a chuckle.

“For now. Someone has plans to remove you from your position. And guessing who this someone is, they won’t be playing fair.”

“Who told you this?” Wayne asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“Never mind who told me this.”

“Is Guinevere a part of it?”

Wayne was smart, perhaps too smart. Thankfully, he was wrong with his assumption that morning. Or at least, Jodie hoped he was.

“No. But her family is.”

“I see.”

“I don’t like her. That should account for something.”

Wayne nodded his head before heaving a sigh. Then turning to Jodie, he said, “Don’t worry. I know what to do.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I’ll figure this out. You should worry about your case, Jodie.”

“There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I hear it’s not going well. You should change lawyers. I don’t like that Matthias guy.”

“He’s helped a lot.”

“And now he isn’t. Give the lawyer I recommended a call.”

“I don’t know…” Jodie trailed off.

It was true, she didn’t know. She didn’t know what to do or what was the right thing to do. Matthias had lost his grip on her case rather suddenly, and her confidence in him was dwindling as days went by.

“Listen to me and ditch the guy. He has done some shady things in the past and he might be sabotaging you,” Wayne said.

Taken aback by Wayne’s claims, Jodie asked, “Did you do a background check on him?”

“I did. And I should have said it sooner. If you don’t believe me, do some digging on your own.”

“I believe you. It’s just,” Jodie ended her sentence with a sigh.

“Call him and fire him.” Wayne attempted to assure her with a confident nod.

Jodie simply gave a thin smile in reply before telling Wayne to watch his back. When they parted ways, Wayne looked as though he was boosting with confidence to take on his enemy, Jodie however, looked and felt more uncertain than ever.

As she retreated to her car, she sat in the ear-ringing silence and thought about what Wayne had said about Matthias. Jodie knew he did shady things, as he’d managed to procure favours with ease. But the sudden turn around in her case was suspicious and the thought of Matthias sabotaging her wasn’t foreign. Still, she wasn’t sure if firing him was the best cause of action. What if it backfired and sped up her impending demise?

Perhaps she should do some digging of her own. And the only person that could help her was Zach. He roughly knew what Matthias was up to and he would tell if she asked. Was that a better plan? She did not know. The last thing she wanted to do was get Zach into more trouble.

Hating the idea of being helpless as the day of the verdict drew closer, she had to make a decision. Jodie had to choose.

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Chapter 50: Is Money Power?


“What makes you think I can do it?” Guinevere asked

“I overheard some ladies at Skypeak saying your family is involved,” Zach said.

“Richard’s family is involved too,” Guinevere stated.

She was not trying to shift the responsibility, she was simply not confident. How was she going to convince her father to talk? He was already very tight-lipped about everything. Even though she had the status and the contacts, they were useless in her hands.

“Oh, you didn’t know? I’ve been disowned,” Richard replied casually.

An awkward moment of silence lingered as everyone turned to Richard. He shrugged with a forced grin before tossing the flashlight to Jodie.

As though cued to break the silence, Jodie said, “We’ll help you however we can.”

“Thank you, I could really use the help,” Guinevere replied sarcastically. If they wanted to help, they should have volunteered instead of raising their hands. Grunting, she got to her feet and added, “I’ll see what I can do. But don’t bet on me.”

Matthias stood up and dusted his pants. “Thanks Guinevere. I guess we can end the meeting here.”

“What? That’s it?” Richard asked.

“We’re all on the same page now. We’ll meet again once we learn something new,” Jodie said.

Everyone nodded and Richard sulked. He seemed disappointed that they were dismissing so soon. As they exited into the dark hallway, Richard tugged at Guinevere’s elbow and pulled her to the back of the pack. Wondering what nonsense he was about to add, she hissed, “What?”

“Hey, you have shares in my father’s law firm, right?” Richard asked.

It was an odd question to bring up at that time, so she simply raised an eyebrow in reply.

“Sell them to me,” Richard said.

Guinevere’s first instinct was to burst out laughing, but she hesitated at the memory of Richard declaring his disownment.

“Are you really being disowned?” Guinevere asked.

“Unfortunately. I don’t have a lot of shares to keep my position. So I need a little help.”

“I don’t know how much I have.”

“I’ll take any amount. If you have shares in Wilhelm, do you think you can spare me some too?”


“Yea, I need more financial power. But only for a while. I can give them back to you after.”

“Why Wilhelm?”

And just as the question left her lips, she made the connection. Her father’s insurance company, Richard’s father’s law firm, and even the bank Wayne worked in, were all under the Wilhelm Group. She halted in her steps at the new revelation, and announced, “Wilhelm Group.”

The three ahead of her stopped in their tracks.

“Wilhelm Group?” Matthias clarified.

“Yes. Greengrass Global is part of Wilhelm Group. And so are all the other companies involved.”

“So you think this has something to do with the group?” Jodie asked.

“I don’t think, I know,” Guinevere confidently replied with a smile. She was proud of herself for making a connection that the rest had failed to see. But her smile quickly faded, as she realised the power their puppet master had.

“That’s a good lead,” Zach said.

“I’ll dig around in my company. They’re… a subsidiary,” Matthias stated.

Clearly, they were all chosen for a reason. Every one of them were tied to Wilhelm Group in one way or another. Even though she didn’t know what Jodie and Zach’s connections were, there was certainly one.

After her finding, they agreed to meet again the following week. Richard begged Guinevere to think about his request before they parted ways. And as she’d promised, she did.

The following morning, just as the clock ticked eight, she called her family lawyer. She wanted to check on her shares before the working day started. When the lawyer told her the amount, she knew Richard would not be able to afford them. He didn’t look like the kind of person who had any savings, and even if he did, it wouldn’t be enough. If she really wanted to help him, she’d have to give them to him and hope he’d return them later. Knowing this, she had to make a decision soon. There was no way the lawyer would stay silent about her enquiry.

As she got herself ready for breakfast, she thought about what she should do. When she neared the descending stairs, she decided to help Richard out. But before she could make any arrangements, she heard her parents talking about her in the living room. Slipping out of sight, she listened.

“Don’t worry, Gwen will do it,” her mother assured.

“And if she doesn’t, will you be responsible?” her father threatened.

Guinevere knew they were talking about her divorce with Wayne. At the reminder of what she was tasked to do, her heart sank. Clutching her phone, she thought about informing Wayne about it herself. But she hesitated, fearing that he might think she was a part of the plan too.

“We should call off the wedding,” her father said. “I’ll tell the rest to make their move without us.”

“Wait! We’ll lose out,” her mother replied.

A sudden ring came echoing up the stairs and it interrupted them. Guinevere heard her father answer the phone and asked, “Guinevere did what?”

It was probably the lawyer. Her mother added, “What did she do now?”

Unlocking her phone, she hovered her thumb over Wayne’s speed dial. She was ready to call him when she thought of Jodie. Jodie would help Wayne if she knew what was going on. Wondering if it was a good idea, she heard her father telling the lawyer to meet him at the office. If her father was to do something with her shares, she wouldn’t be able to help Richard. At that moment, one call was more important. And Guinevere had to choose.


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Let’s Go To War


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You’re in command of this battle now, General. Should we go for war? It’s your call.

On a side note, The Battle for Oz was pitched to United Talent Agency. This book needs to get more attention should it stand a chance at becoming a movie! This fight might be all it needs, and this fight needs you.

(If you read this and have yet to get your copy of The Battle for Oz, please check the book out! You might like it. You really might. You might end up loving it, for all I know. So please, pretty please, give it a look.)


Posted by on October 23, 2015 in Others


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Chapter 49: Wee Hour Meeting


They passed the address and time in a slip of paper. Shoving it into each other’s hands like high school students during class. It was another one of his suggestions that almost everyone agreed to, but there was nothing about it worth boasting. He was quick to forget about it when he received an anonymous text.

It was shortly after lunch when his phone beeped with a message saying his sister had landed safe and sound. There was no need to wonder whom it was from, and he took it as a confirmation that Maddie was back. The moment Sunday ended, he raced home.

Entering his apartment, Matthias called, “Maddie?”

There was no reply, but his bedroom door swung open and Maddie walked out. Matthias heaved a silent sigh of relief.

“Where were you? I couldn’t get a hold of you?” Matthias asked.

“My battery ran out. They held me at immigration and wouldn’t even let me make a call,” Maddie answered with a grunt.

It seemed as though she was not in any danger, and he heaved another silent sigh.

“Well, you’re home now, that’s all that matters,” Matthias said.

“Isn’t it illegally to deny someone a phone call?” Maddie asked.

Having suddenly grown angry, she stormed toward him and added, “You have to do something about this. They wouldn’t even tell me what was wrong! They said they’ll handle it and left me in the interrogation room.”

“Calm down,” Matthias said.

“Calm down? I was there for three days, Matt. Three days where they fed me stale bread. It’s inhumane!”

“You’re fine now. Just forget about it,” Matthias replied.

“How can you say that?” Maddie snapped.

“For once, will you just listen to me?”

Maddie was immediately taken aback. Matthias did not want her to be tangled in the web, but he hated the way she was looking at him then. She looked confused, angry, and shocked at the same time. But most importantly, she was disappointed in him.

“Look, just forget about what happened, OK? There are things we shouldn’t mess with-”

“And this is one of them?” Maddie interrupted.

“Yes. Just be glad you’re home safe. Worse could have happened.”

“Worse? What do you mean by worse?”

“It’s late, you can use my bed if you want,” Matthias replied and ignored her as he headed straight to the bathroom.

If there was a right emotion to be feeling at that moment, is was fear. Despite Maddie returning safe, he could not shake that emotion off. As he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he thought about the possible outcomes of his decision. Even though Matthias hated betraying Jodie, he was glad he made that choice. Still, one question remained: was the game over? Was Matthias no longer needed? Full of dread, he knew the answer was no.

That night, Matthias had a hard time falling asleep. It did not make much of a difference though, as he was meeting the clubhouse contestants at four that morning. Richard had not returned to his apartment either, which was great, as it wouldn’t draw suspicion from whoever was watching. When the clock stroke three, Matthias grab his car keys and left Maddie snoozing in his bedroom.

The reason why Matthias was confident about his location was because it was abandoned. It was located in a little town outside the city with a population of old people. There was no way to fit in under the age of sixty, and it would be dead obvious if someone had followed them there. When he arrived at the town, he drove along the narrow quiet street until he found a parking spot in a dirty alley. From there, he began his walk.

It took him around ten minutes to reach the agreed spot. It was an old school building, no longer in use because there weren’t enough children enrolling. There was another reason why it was abandoned, but Matthias did not want to dwell on that thought at that hour. Once inside the school, he waited at the main hallway.

At four sharp, he heard someone enter through the main door. Matthias stood hidden until a flashlight shone in his direction. It was Richard and Guinevere. Stepping out from a classroom, he waved them to turn off the light. But before they understood his gestures, Jodie walked up from a nearby staircase and snatched the flashlight from Guinevere. Guinevere jumped in fright, before giving Jodie a glare. Shortly after that, Zach joined them.

The five of them moved to a classroom on the third floor, where they began their secret meeting. It was obvious they didn’t like Matthias’ choice of location, which made it an even better place to meet.

“Is this your old school?” Zach asked in a whisper.

“Do we have to whisper? There’s no one here,” Guinevere said.

“Are you sure?” Richard asked, as he drew the flashlight closer to his face. He had a palm over the light, which illuminated his face in a reddish glow.

“Don’t be silly,” Guinevere replied.

“Great place, Matthias. Anyway, let’s talk business,” Jodie said.

“Wait, we have to choose a hero first,” Richard stated.

“A hero?”

“Well, let’s be honest. As much as we want to find the truth, not all of us can. Some of us don’t have connections, and some of us don’t have status. I, for one, don’t have both. So I can’t be the hero. Heck, I didn’t even know about this whole thing until yesterday,” Richard explained with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

“You had this all figured out, eh?” Guinevere asked.

“And in such a short time frame, yes,” Richard replied.

“He’s right,” Zach spoke up. “But I can’t be the hero either, I’m technically the victim.”

“We should all try to find out what’s going on, but someone would have to do more,” Jodie said, turning to look at Guinevere.

“Me? Why me?”

“Isn’t it obvious.”

“All in favour of Guinevere, raise your hand,” Richard announced with his hand already raised.

Zach raised his hand after, followed by Jodie. Guinevere folded her arms and turned to Matthias. It was his turn to make a decision – should he raise his hand or suggest someone else? Matthias had to choose.

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Posted by on October 22, 2015 in Original Works


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