Chapter 30: An Unexpected Show


“Richard?” she called again.

There was a blank expression on his face before he looked at her and smiled.

“Are you OK?” Jodie asked.

“Yea. I’m fine,” he responded, as he turned to face the crowd.

The group of people were making their way to the main exit. Jodie spotted Wayne among them and wondered what he was doing there. She wanted to call him out, but there was a look on his face that meant he was working and she didn’t want to bother him. Besides, Jodie had to attend to Piper.

“I’ll get going,” Jodie told Richard.

“So soon? You’ll miss the show,” Richard replied, still facing the crowd.

“The show?” Jodie asked, as she waved Piper over.

Richard did not answer. Instead, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and greeted, “Welcome home!”

The crowd heading toward the exit continued, but a few halted in their steps. One of them was Wayne. And along with him was what Jodie guessed to be a family; father, mother, son, and… uncle?

There was a short moment of silence, as Richard stood before them with the same smile plastered on his face. Jodie was more confused than before, and Piper looked completely lost.

“Missed me?” Richard asked. “I missed you, father.”

The man Richard was addressing did not say anything. He simply stared at him with annoyance.

“Aren’t you surprise to see me? Didn’t expect me to be here, did you?” Richard added.

“We’ll talk about this back home,” the man sternly replied.

Ignoring him, Richard turned to the woman and said, “Long time no see, mother. How many years has it been? Nineteen?”

“I said, we will talk about this back home,” the man repeated. He then waved his hand and the whole entourage followed after him as he stalked out of the airport.

“What just happened?” Piper whispered to Jodie.

Jodie shook her head in reply. She had no idea what just happened. This was the kind of show she did not want to watch. Everything felt so awkward after that.

“Richard, what’s going on?” Jodie asked.

Richard had not turn to see his family leave. He did not even follow after them, as he stood rooted to the ground. The smile on his face however, had vanished. When he did not reply, Jodie did not know what to say.

Turning to Piper, Jodie gave a shrug and told her to wait at the exit. Piper did not protest, and when she was out of ear shot, Jodie asked again, “What’s going on, Richard?”

“That’s my family,” he simply replied.

“Why don’t you go home and talk it out with them?”

“I’m not going home. Don’t think I would even have one after tonight.” Richard finally faced Jodie. He wore a look that Jodie had not seen before, a look she thought Richard was incapable of, a look of seriousness as though playtime was over.

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you ask Wayne?”

“I don’t…”

“You should go. Your friend is waiting,” Richard said.

“How about you?” Jodie was worried. She never thought she would feel worried for someone like Richard, but she could not lie to herself that day.

“I’ll visit Matthias tonight.”

Even though she knew Matthias would probably curse at the sight of Richard at his doorstep, Jodie said, “Good idea.”

“See you around,” Richard responded. And before Jodie could bid him farewell, he turned on his heels and strode away.

That night, after Jodie had gotten Piper settled in her guest room, she found herself lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. After much hesitation, she reached for her phone and gave Wayne a call. Unfortunately, her call entered his voice mail.

What was Wayne up to? What was he doing with Richard’s family? Did Richard say he had not seen his mother in nineteen years? What is up with that family? Why did Richard say he would not have a home after tonight?

Despite the fact that she had troubles of her own, she could not help but feel sorry for Richard. Jodie never had family problems. She was the only child and her parents were too average for any family drama. They also passed away in a car accident five years ago. All the family she had left were her close friends, including Piper who flew in just to take the stand in Jodie’s case. She felt blessed that she still had people to count on, but from her standpoint, Richard did not have anyone.

Jodie wanted to find out more about Richard’s predicament. Wayne did not pick up her call so she contemplated on calling Guinevere instead. Maybe she knew what was going on. It would be a first, though. It would be a first for Jodie to have a conversation with Guinevere willingly. That was one option.

The other thought she had was to call Matthias instead. Jodie wanted to be sure that Richard clocked in. Matthias might also know Richard’s story, since the two of them were on better terms these days.

It was already getting late. Not wanting to intrude someone in their sleep, even though it sounded like an excellent idea when it came to Guinevere, Jodie had to pick one of the two. Jodie had to choose.

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Chapter 29: Mummy’s Home


He already knew it. When his phone rang, the airport was in sight.

“What’s up?” Richard answered.

“I thought you’d like to know that your father is coming back tonight.”

“Oh, he is?” Richard did not want Guinevere to feel like she provided information he already knew. He might need her help later on.

“Yes, and he’s bringing your brother along.”

“I see.”

“You don’t sound surprise.”

“I am. I’m just… in shock,” Richard lied.

When Matthias refused to help him that Saturday, he thought his only chance to uncover his father’s secret was gone. Fortunately, his intel needed the money he offered and was willing to wait. Not going to forfeit the task, Richard completed the clubhouse mission and secured the information in time. Even though it only confirmed that his father was returning with his brother, Gabriel.

“That’s expected. You should get there,” Guinevere replied.

“Thanks, I will,” Richard said.

“You’re welcome.”

The moment Richard ended the call, he pulled into the basement parking of the airport. He drove himself that night, because he didn’t want anyone to know what he was doing. He realised that weekend that there was no one he could trust. Not even his chauffeur.

When Richard finally made his way into the airport lobby, he decided to place himself strategically at a café near the main exit. After grabbing a cup of coffee, he headed to a table with the best view and took a seat. Based on the information he had, his father was touching down around 10 p.m. He didn’t have to wait long, but he still had ample of time.

Watching people as his mind juggled on what to do after his father’s return, he saw Jodie and a girl heading toward the café. The girl was dragging a roller bag. So Jodie was either picking her up or sending her off.

Once the two had bought their drinks and strolled out, Richard decided to get another cup for himself. Right after he made the fresh purchase, he turned around and found Jodie standing behind him.

Richard knew she saw him, but she did not say anything. Instead, she walked past him and told the cashier they gave her the wrong drink.

“Hello to you too,” Richard greeted.

Jodie chuckled and shook her head, while the baristas corrected their mistake.

“That’s one way to greet someone,” Richard added.

“You’re not someone. You’re no one,” Jodie snapped.

“Whoa, what did I do?”

Finally turning to face him, Jodie gave him a don’t-you-dare look. Completely clueless, he responded with a shrug.

“Aren’t you something?” Jodie asked sarcastically.

“I’m no one but I’m some thing?”

Jodie heaved a sigh. Ignoring him, she retrieved her drink from the apologetic barista before stalking out of the café. Still confuse, Richard quickly followed.

“Wait up. What did I do wrong?”

“Seriously?” Jodie asked, as she stopped in her tracks.

“Seriously. What did I do?”

Jodie turned around and gave him a glare. “I’m being sued because of you. Don’t pretend you don’t know.”

Richard found it extremely unfair that she blamed him for the actions of his client, but he knew better than to plead his case with that fact.

“Look, I had no idea who that client was. And my father is the one who chooses the cases we take.”

“Right. And you didn’t know anything about it when he left you in charge?”

I did, Richard thought. Though it was unfair to think he had to tell Jodie about it. The two barely knew each other to begin with. If it were anyone else, he would have given up reasoning. But for some strange reason, he wanted to make it right with her.

“Why do you think Matthias had a head start on your case?” Richard asked.

Jodie did not answer.

“Matthias wouldn’t have known if I didn’t tell him,” Richard added.

The anger in Jodie’s eyes slowly receded and Richard took a step closer toward her.

“I’m not the bad guy here, OK?”

He noticed Jodie hesitate, and then she said, “Sorry. It’s hard to think straight these days.”

“All forgiven,” Richard said with a smirk.

Richard wanted to ask who the girl was, but before he could, a moving crowd caught the corner of his eye. Taking a look, he recognised a face in the group of new arrival. Jodie noticed the group too, and he heard her say, “Wayne?”

“Look who’s home,” Richard whispered to himself.

His father was walking beside his assistant and Guinevere’s fiancée was leading the way. Behind his father was a young man around his late teens and next to him was a woman. The woman looked familiar and the moment Richard realised who she was, he froze.

“You know them?” Jodie asked.

How could he not? The woman who left him alone with his unloving father – the woman he called ‘mother’ as a child – had finally returned. Richard had so many questions and as the group drew closer to the exit, he was tempted to stand his ground. They would certainly see him if he did.

“Richard?” Jodie called.

The seconds ticked down in his head. Ten, nine, eight… like a bomb about to explode. Was he ready to face the truth or was it too soon to deal with it? He could stay rooted or he could use Jodie as a shield to hide himself. Richard had to choose.

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Chapter 28: Cherry-less Sunday


“Let me make it up to you,” Zach said.

“Really?” she replied.

“Yes, really.”

“Why do I have a strange feeling about this?”

Zach did not reply. Guinevere could not tell why he chose to remain silent. It was one reason why she disliked conversing over the phone.

“Ok then. I’ll check my schedule and let you know,” Guinevere said.

“Great, I-”

Bang! Her bedroom door suddenly swung open, interrupting Zach in his sentence.

“Who you talking to?” her sister asked. “Is it the guy with the fancy car? I know it’s him. Who is he?”

“I’ll text you later,” Guinevere quickly said to Zach before hanging up.

“Oh, so secretive. You do know you have a fiancée, right?”

Guinevere rolled her eyes and hopped off her bed. “You won’t like this guy. He’s poor and that wasn’t his car.”

“Oh,” Genevieve answered. The best word to silence her sister was ‘poor’ along with its synonyms.

“Can you get out? I need to get ready.”

“That’s right, dinner with Wayne,” Genevieve said before heaving a sigh. She did not leave Guinevere’s bedroom, instead, she slumped onto her bed. “I wish I was marrying him.”

Not bothering to reply, Guinevere changed into a red dress as her sister began to critic her taste in fashion. Ignoring all the tactless comments, she quickly got herself ready before grabbing her things and leaving her sister behind. It was typical of Genevieve, and she did it routinely every Sunday when Guinevere had a dinner date.

“Have fun!” Genevieve called out.

“You too!” Guinevere shouted back, knowing full well her sister had nothing on that night.

Sundays were officially Guinevere’s most boring day of the week. If she had nothing to do, she would be at home with her sister. And she hated being alone with her sister. It was a good thing she had a dinner plan with Wayne, because dinner with Genevieve would be a drag.

As Guinevere exited her house, she found Wayne waiting for her. He gave her a hug and kiss before opening the passenger door. Once they were both in the car, Wayne suggested a place to eat and she did not protest.

“Do you mind if I stop by somewhere first?” Wayne added.


“Jodie’s. I need to pass her something,” he said, as he gestured to the backseat.

Guinevere turned and saw a thick brown envelope. “What’s that?” she asked.

“Documents for her lawyer.”

“Oh, the one you recommended?”

“No, she went with someone else. Someone I’ve never even heard of. Makes me worried, you know.”


“Some guy called Matthias.”

Her eyes widened at the sound of a familiar name. “Really…”

“Yea. You don’t mind, right?”

“No, of course not,” Guinevere lied. She did mind, but Wayne was loyal to Jodie and she didn’t want to start an argument over it.

Thinking that was the only detour that night, she least expected when Wayne received an apparently urgent call a short while later. Unable to hear what was being said on the other line, she could only guess from Wayne’s replies.

“Now? When are they touching down? Of all days. Does he insist on doing it immediately? Fine. Meet me at the airport.”

When Wayne was done with the call, he pulled up beside a curb and turned to Guinevere with a disappointed look.

“We can’t do dinner tonight. I’m so sorry, Gwen.”

“Why not? You can always tell your client you’re busy. You have a life too, you know.”

Wayne sighed and said, “Not this one. Mr Lee is… well… difficult. If I don’t put up with him, he can cause a lot of trouble for me.”

“What a mighty man,” Guinevere replied sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No, don’t apologise. Mr Lee should apologise. I’ll go to the airport with you, right now.”

“Please don’t make things hard. I just need to get this done and then I won’t have to deal with him again,” Wayne said.

“Get what done, Wayne? It seems you’re constantly doing things for him.”

“Family inheritance. Company shares, investment, and all that.”

“He’s giving his shares to Richard?” Guinevere had no plans on deferring her anger, but something about the whole situation smelled fishy.

“No, not Richard. I can’t say much-”

“Why not? If you’re going to cancel on me, this is the least you can do,” Guinevere demanded.

“His other son.”

“He has another son?” Guinevere did not hide her shock.

“Yes, now can we just end this topic here?”

Guinevere narrowed her eyes at him and Wayne put his foot down. He placed both his hands on the steering wheel and said, “Guinevere.” Wayne had a tone that meant he was done arguing. It was her cue to give in, knowing she had more to lose than he did in the relationship.

“Fine. Take me home then.”

There was an awkward silence between the two of them as Wayne turned the car around. Barely five minutes later, Wayne asked, “I need you to do something for me.”


“Can you drop off the documents at Jodie’s?”

Guinevere felt her blood begin to boil. She wanted to yell at him and jump out of the car. But she knew it would only make things worse. So, she took in a deep breath to calm herself down.

“It’s important. I wouldn’t ask you if it isn’t.”

Tempted to say ‘no’, she found herself reaching for the envelope instead.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Sure, why don’t you try? Diamond earrings won’t buy you out of this one, Guinevere silently thought, even though she knew she would forgive him anyway.

When Wayne finally dropped her off, she decided to do one of two things. Deliver the documents to Jodie because it was important, or tell Richard about what was going down at the airport. Guinevere had to choose.

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Chapter 27: Sandy Business


Zach was a head taller than Matthias. He thought it was why Mrs Dune approached him first, but he later realised he thought wrong.

“I had a horrible lunch. How are you going to make up for it?” Mrs Dune asked as she stalked over to the two of them.

They had just entered the restaurant and Zach least expected to be picked on immediately. Then again, it was Mrs Dune.

“A free meal, perhaps?” Matthias suggested, as he nodded at Zach.

“I don’t need a free meal. Aren’t you already paying for this one?” Mrs Dune snapped. “Matthias, right?”

She guessed right. Zach did not recall introducing himself to her, but she seemed to know who is who.


“Never mind,” Mrs Dune interrupted him. Turning back to Zach, she added, “You’re off the hook. You can go now.”

Zach narrowed his eyes in confusion. Did he hear her right? Had he completed his task? That was easy. Matthias gave him a bewildered look and shrugged. It felt too strange and Zach slowly retreated. He thought she was going to call him back, but when he exited the restaurant without being rudely hollered, he could not believe he was done.

That weekend, he had the easy card. Deciding to spend his free time doing something he enjoyed, he headed to the clubhouse gym. On his way there, he found himself still in disbelief as he replayed the scene at the restaurant. Being handed a free pass was not something he was used to, and Mrs Dune was oddly kind enough to give him one. A few feet short of the gym, his disbelief dispersed.

“Oh, hello there, Mister I’m-leaving-you-behind,” Guinevere greeted.

“Sorry, I thought you went back,” Zach replied.

“I did.”

“You just said-”

“You didn’t call me, so I guess you didn’t bother waiting for me.”

Zach wanted to say he didn’t have her number, but he settled with, “Sorry, I was busy.”

“Of course you were,” Guinevere replied, “don’t worry, you’re forgiven.”


“You’re welcome. So, you done with your task already?”

He was glad she decided to change the topic. The conversation felt like she was cornering him for a beating. Guinevere’s presence itself always put Zach on edge. There was just something about her that made him feel uneasy.

“Yea, I’m done. Just hitting the gym.”

“How lucky. Who did you get? I might know that person.”

“Mrs Dune.”

“Wow. How did you get away?”

“She let me go. Matthias had her too, so he’s dealing with her now.”

“She might like you, Zach. You be careful now. Mrs Dune never lets go of her grudges so easily.”

“You know her well?” Zach was curious.

“You can say that. She hates me. She thinks I’m not worthy enough to be in this place. Did she make a complaint about me?”

“No, why?”

“Maybe not yet. Mrs Dune does that all the time. Her husband has shares in Skypeak, so she thinks she can kick out whomever she dislike.”

Zach responded with a chuckle. Mrs Dune had a reputation that preceded her and it was to no surprise that she acted that way. There were only two kinds of people in the clubhouse, those who out rightly hated her and those who pretended to like her. Zach was not sure where he stood now.

“Thank God I didn’t get the Dune. God knows, I would rather fail this task than deal with that monster.” Guinevere heaved a sigh. “Well, I better get going.”

“Ok, see you around,” Zach simply said.

That was the last he saw of Guinevere that day. In fact, it was the last time he saw any of the other four. When it was finally time to feed himself, Zach cleaned up and left the gym for the bus stop. It was a kilometre away from Skypeak, at the edge of a little town.

As Zach enjoyed the quiet walk along the deserted gravel road, he had no idea the peace would be short lived. A few minutes in, he found himself startled by a car blaring its horn. Stopping in his tracks, Zach turned around to see a red convertible pulling up beside him.

“Need a ride?” Mrs Dune asked.

“No, thanks. I’m fine.”

“Don’t be shy.”

Guinevere’s words left an impression and he quickly shook his head. “I’m fine, thank you,” Zach repeated.

“Ok, then. Just so you know, I’m betting on you. You look like you’ll win.”

“Thanks.” Zach did not know what else to say. He just wanted her to leave.

“Oh, I know you will, Zachary,” she added. Her expression did not show confidence but sympathy. Was she making fun of him or was she being serious? And why did she call him Zachary?

Clearly, Mrs Dune knew who he was. The way she spoke to him gave him a strange vibe and her earlier actions began to feel a little off. Was Guinevere right? Guinevere’s words contradicted themselves too. She said Mrs Dune disliked those of lower class. Zach was at the bottom of the food chain, and her liking him sounded absurd.

When Mrs Dune finally drove off, he needed someone to help him make sense of it all. It was either Jodie, because he trusted her and she always had valuable insight, or Guinevere, because even though she made him uncomfortable, she knew Mrs Dune better. Zach had to choose.

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Chapter 26: The Third Week


It took him awhile to realise it had only been around two weeks. Two weeks since he met the other four and one week since all the drama started. It was as though time slowed down and sped up at the same time. He barely knew his competitors and yet he became a lawyer to one and a boss to another. Were they chosen for a reason? Were they meant to meet each other? Matthias could not help but wonder. It certainly felt that way and the goal to win Skypeak began to feel insignificant.

Perhaps he was thinking too much. Matthias concluded that time flew and stopped whenever it wanted to, and the past two weeks could have been a year if he did not pause to check the date.

“This feels so weird,” Matthias muttered to himself.

The weekend was a sleep away and Matthias decided to lounge in his living room a little while longer. He received a message from Ms Leona earlier that day to wait for her call on Saturday. Guessing he didn’t have to clock in early, he saw no harm looking into Jodie’s case for a few more hours. When morning finally arrived, Matthias found himself on his couch with his phone ringing by his side. He did not recall falling asleep, was it a dream?

Quickly reaching for his phone, he answered in a dry voice, “Hello?”

“Who is this? They said you would solve my problem.” The lady on the other end sounded angry.

“Matthias. May I know who’s on the line?”

“Mrs Dune. Now, like I said to one of those imbeciles earlier, I want to complain about one of your pool staff.”

Mrs Dune? Pool staff? Why was her name so familiar? And what did Matthias have to do with this pool staff? He did not own a pool.

Not knowing what to say, he remained silent. But that was possibly one of the worst things he could have done in the presence of Mrs Dune.

“Did you hear me? Are you deaf? I. Want. To. Make. A. Complaint.”

Immediately, at the way she demanded his attention, Matthias remembered why her name rang a bell. Guinevere had impersonated Mrs Dune once and she was spot on.

“I heard you, Mrs Dune,” Matthias replied, as his mind put together the puzzle pieces. This must be the call Ms Leona was referring to.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you needed a hearing aid.”

“My apologies. What did this staff do to offend you?”

“He poured juice on my expensive bikini. Did I say expensive? Because it’s a limited edition.”

“He poured juice on you on purpose?”

“No, dimwit. I didn’t say on purpose. He tripped.”

“Did he apologise?”

“Does it matter? He ruined my bikini. Either you fire him or I’m suing for damages.”

“Mrs Dune, can we meet to discuss this?”

“Oh, now you’re asking. I said I wanted to see you face-to-face, but they just forwarded my call. Good then, I’m already at Skypeak. I can see you now.”

“It’s,” Matthias paused and looked at his watch. It was almost noon. “You’re probably hungry. Why don’t you visit the restaurant and have a meal. It’ll be my treat.”

“Fine,” Mrs Dune replied, followed by a click as she ended the call.

Without wasting any time, Matthias quickly rushed to get ready. He did not even attend to his grumbling stomach as he jumped into his car and sped to Skypeak. When he finally arrived at the clubhouse lobby, he met Zach.

“Hey,” Zach greeted.

“Afternoon,” Matthias replied. “I have to meet someone.”

“A customer?”

“You got a call too?”

“I just did, ten minutes ago. She said she’s in the restaurant.”

“What did she want?”

“She said the waiter took the wrong order. I offered a replacement but she said she’d already eaten it. I have no idea what to do,” Zach said with a chuckle.

“Sounds like a pain.”

“I heard she is. Too bad Dune doesn’t rhyme with pain.”

“Wait, Dune? Mrs Dune?”

“The one and only.”

“We’ve gotten the same customer,” Matthias promptly pointed out.

Was there a mess up or was it on purpose? Did it matter that they both had the same customer?

“Same customer, fantastic!” a new voice joined in on the conversation. It was a voice Matthias had grown to recognise.

Turning around, Matthias saw Richard jogging up to them. He gave Zach a nod before putting his arm around Matthias’ shoulder and leading him aside.

“I need your help.”

“No. I’m not doing your task for you,” Matthias replied. He had no idea why he said that, but his instincts were right.

“Come on, this is urgent. I need to be somewhere. Zach can handle the Dune himself.”

“I can’t do your task for you. Why don’t you just forfeit it?”

“I can’t forfeit it! Please just cover for me. My customer is meeting me at the Customer Service Center at 2pm. There’s time to handle both if you don’t want to leave Zach alone.”

Matthias simply stared at Richard. He found it strange that he had not shrugged Richard’s arm off his shoulders yet. Two weeks ago, he would have done so immediately.

“Matty, you’re the only one I can count on right now,” Richard added.

Suddenly, he felt like helping him. Richard wasn’t as irresponsible as he once thought he was. Perhaps there was something really urgent. Matthias wanted to give him the benefit of a doubt, but at the very same time, he knew Zach would not be able to handle Mrs Dune by himself nor would she stop complaining in an hour. Matthias had to choose.

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6500 & A New Book


When was the last time I did a thank you post? I think it was during the 5000’s. I decided not to write these posts so frequently, not because I’m not grateful for having you around, but because I don’t want to water down my gratitude. Hence, I have decided to say thank you every 500 new subscribers. So, here I am again!

A big thank you to all 6500 readers of my blog! Thank you for paying my blog a visit, reading my stories, liking and commenting on them, and for spending your precious time on my little space on the internet. The daily growth of my blog is a huge encouragement. Having you say you enjoy my stories, whether new or old, whether original or fanfic, really makes my day. Thank you so much for being my reader and I hope you will continue to support me as I tread the waters of this big ocean of writers.

Thank you!

Now apart from my little gratitude segment, I would also like to announce that I will be releasing a new book in May. No, this is not The Battle For Oz, but another spin off.

If you have been following me since 2013, you would have remembered the blog series called Dr. Slubgob’s Letters. It was written based off C. S Lewis’ book, Screwtape Letters. This year, I was happy to discover that C. S Lewis officially entered the public domain. Which means, I can now self-publish Dr. Slubgob’s Letters!

Of course, my writing style has changed since 2013. So, I’m spending a lot of time editing, editing, and editing this piece of work. Once I’m done, I’ll convert it into a novella. I also have a graphic designer friend working on the book cover. The moment both parts of the book are ready, I’ll put it for sale. Don’t worry, there will also be a giveaway.

The reason why I decided to ‘re-publish’ Dr. Slubgob’s Letters is because The Battle For Oz is still in the process of publication. It has just completed the editing stage and will take a while before it hits the shelves. I wanted to give you something else to read before that book is published.

My plans for my unpublished works has changed since The Battle For Oz was successfully crowd-funded. I might even crowd-fund another novel in the future but for now, I’m just going with the flow. I hope The Battle For Oz will propel me forward as an author and give me a chance to play with the big boys soon. So, if you’re interested in checking the book out, please do so. It’s on Inkshares, Amazon, and a few other online bookstores if you would like to pre-order it.

791 copies have been pre-ordered so far – only 209 before I hit the 1k mark! Would you lend a hand? It’s a milestone I have yet to achieve :)

Anyway, there will be more news to come as time goes by. For now, know that I’m releasing a novella soon. I don’t want to write a short story out of this, so I’ll end it here. Once again, thank you so much for your support and readership. I really appreciate it. I hope you have a good weekend and continue to stay awesome!


Posted by on April 25, 2015 in Others


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Chapter 25: Keep One’s Powder Dry


She stared blankly at her office door, waiting for someone to snap her out of a daze. Unfortunately, no one dared to enter. After the in-house lawyers left, Jodie didn’t know what to do. What was her next move? Will she go to jail like her favourite character? Her life suddenly felt like a television drama. And it was such a strange feeling, as though fiction had slipped its way into reality.

Jodie was not naïve but she could honestly say she never saw it coming. Neal’s family was nice to her when he was alive. His mother even asked her out for lunch a couple of times. Yes, the death of a child has a tendency to change a person, but accusing an innocent of murder? That was outrageous.

Neal and Jodie were good friends. They met along a hiking trail in the mountains of Nepal and decided to finish the last stretch together. Neal was from a well to do family and though they were both only teenagers then, they decided to start a company together. The empire that Jodie had was built by both of them, and she never once thought of taking it for herself. It was to her surprise that Neal prepared a will, giving his shares to her after his untimely death.

At that point of time, Jodie insisted his family took his shares of the company. Strangely, both his parents refused Jodie’s offer. So for them to come after her, a year after his death, did not make any sense. What changed their minds? Did something happen or were they planning this all along? What did she do to offend them in the first place?

Jodie’s office door never opened the whole time she tried to understand her predicament. It would be tiring to go on for the entire day, but a knock finally arrived to put her mind to rest.

“Come in,” Jodie said.

When the door opened, her assistant popped her head in and said, “Someone by the name of Zach is here to see you. I was going to ask him to schedule a meeting but you have nothing on for today. Should I send him in?”

“Sure. He’s a friend.” Zach probably heard the news and wanted to check in on her. But he could have called, why did he come all the way? Jodie wondered.

As Zach entered her office, he gave her a smile and said, “Hey.”

“Take a seat.” Jodie gestured at the chair across her desk. “You’ve heard the news, I presume.”

“It’s ridiculous, if you ask me,” Zach immediately replied.

Jodie sighed.

“I believe you, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

Zach was nice but the judge was not. It would take a lot more to convince him to believe her.

“You’re going to be OK, right?” Zach asked.

“I don’t know. My legal team isn’t the best,” Jodie said with a shrug.

“Well…” Zach trailed off.


“Well, I know someone who can help. A good lawyer.”



Jodie stared at Zach for a few seconds, not sure if she had heard right. Did he really say Matthias? Since when were the two even friends?

“Your boss,” Jodie stated.

“I know he’s fishy, but he’s also really good at what he does.”

“You haven’t been working for him for very long. Did he ask you to do this?”

Jodie noticed Zach’s hesitation before he replied, “Yes.”

“Why would he want to help me?”

“He told me he knows injustice when he sees it,” Zach said. “Honestly, I don’t know how, but he knows a lot about your case. He has evidence to drop some of the charges too. If you don’t trust him, just use him for what he has.”

Zach’s statement caught her off guard. She always thought Zach as a straightforward guy, and him telling her to use Matthias made her realise she still had a lot to learn about him.

“Did Matthias teach you that?” Jodie asked with a chuckle.


“Use Matthias, you say.”

“Oh, no,” Zach said with a chuckle. “I don’t mean use him in that way. I’m just saying, don’t let go of something that can help.”

Jodie nodded. Zach had a point but she wasn’t sure if she could fully trust Matthias. His cleverness and flair for the spoken word would come in handy, but was he reliable? One dinner date was not enough to conclude on Matthias’ character.

“Do you trust him?” Jodie asked Zach.

“I don’t know him well to trust him, but if he has information that can help me, I’ll take a risk. If someone had secret information back when my company laid me off, I would have gone to court.”

“Secret information? Matthias has secret information about my case?” It was a hard habit to break, but reading between the lines came so naturally to her.

“Well, he knows more than the press and he had me running errands yesterday, collecting information for it.”

“That makes him even more suspicious.”

“Just be cautious around him. You told me that, didn’t you?”

Lawyers had to know everything, being cautious around Matthias was going to be tough. Jodie wanted some time to think, but when her office phone rang and the receptionist on the line told her who was calling, she knew time was not by her side.

“Transfer him,” Jodie responded.

The moment the line clicked, she heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, I tried calling your cell but I couldn’t get through,” Wayne said.

“I switched it off. It wouldn’t stop ringing.”

“It will soon. I finally got a hold of my friend and she said she can help. Like I said, she’s really good.”

Wayne had offered some of his contacts to Jodie. She saw no harm in having more options, but it was finally time to make a decision. It was either a stranger or Matthias. Jodie had to choose.

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Posted by on April 23, 2015 in Original Works


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