After the dinner, Sharon tactfully said again.
"Young Master Kingston, I don't have enough fuel I'm my fuel tank. Would you mind driving me home?" She said like a Damsel in distress. Michael who was walking upstairs paused in his steps.
"Butler, drive her home." After saying this he headed to his room.
Sharon strutted out of the house with a frown on her face. Not even bothering to wait for the butler who went off to get the key. She went outside, to the garage unlocked her car and drove off. The anger in her could be felt from the fuem from the car.
Right after eating dinner with her mom. Desiree went up to her room exhausted. She had a thorough shower. She felt like she needed a good massage. Her muscles were aching. After carefully washing her body. She brought her shampoo from the bathroom cabinet and massaged her scalp. When the water turned cold. She stepped out of the tub and draped a towel around herself.
She didn't even bother to apply any of her skin care products. She entered her blue pyjamas and climbed unto her soft bed.
Just then she heard a chime from her laptop beside the bed table. She quickly grabbed the laptop and swiped it open.
She read the message from a supposed T-Rex.
"Hi Dee, a shareholder has agreed to sell his shares."
Desi beemed with joy immediately she saw the text. She quickly texted back.
"How much is he willing to sell and how many percent does he have?"
"He has 10% shares and he is willing to sell it for 30 million dollars." T-Rex said.
"What! That much??" Desi screamed out loud causing her mom to push the door open.
"Desi what's wrong?" her mom asked with concern.
"Nothing mom, I'm just rehearsing for a talk show" she lied.
"Alright, now off that computer and get some sleep" her mom said.
And closed the door behind her as she left.
"How much do we have?"
Desi texted back to T-Rex.
"300 million dollars Dee." T-Rex texted back.
"Alright, buy the shares and attend the next board meeting they are going to host" Desi texted.
"Alright Dee, I'll be off now, good night"
"good night Rex"
She shut down the system and traveled to the dream world.
In an unknown room. A guy with a mask puffed out his cigarette. He watched the set of computers in his room. It showed the inner rooms of a certain place.
It seemed he had cracked into that place's system. And was watching everything going on. He shifted his focus to a particular room.
Which viewed an old man. Or rather a middle aged man but with the overgrown beards and wrinkles. He looked old.
The guy punched his fist in the wall close to him. At the same time gritted his teeth as a tear dropped from his eye.