"What is this?" Natasha asked.
"Is it not obvious? It is time to fulfil some promises." Brandon simply replied. He was excited for it was the first time that she had spoken to him since morning. He deeply hoped she was happy but his face showed no emotions. He looked at his watch then at Watson, who then looked at Patrick.
"Take care of Ms. Claire for us." He said to Patrick warmly but Patrick knew the amounts of threats in the statement. Patrick nodded and proceeded to escort the men outside.
"Is that what this is now? You find a rich man and all of a sudden you are the queen of the country. Does he know that he is having second hand garbage from me?" William suddenly shouted then laughed sarcastically after. All the men heard it as they walked out. Brandon felt his left hand tremble and Watson saw it. Patrick, who was the last person to leave the room was confused. 'Could Mr. Joseph be involved with somebody else's woman?' He asked himself curiously. Watson turned around suddenly and noticed the look on Patrick's face.
"Mr. Marvin. Don't overthink things. It is not healthy. And do you know what happens to unhealthy beings?" Watson stopped and looked at him deeper. Patrick hesitated. "They die." Watson added calmly, smiled and patted him on his shoulder. Patrick smiled uncomfortably.
The drive to the BESMA Group building was quite tense. Brandon struggled to control his rage. He did not know why but he was angry. Watson saw it and handed him a bar of chocolate. He kept looking at his boss and back to the road.
"Let it out." Brandon said after a while.
"Boss, if you like her, tell her. So far, she has shown that she is different from the witch. And don't listen to what the drunk man in the room said. Trust broke your previous relationship, don't let it keep you away from this one. She is different. We know it. You know it."
"Hm." Brandon replied. He always appreciated how Watson was always free with him. The only thing he could not do was to make him call him by his name instead of 'Boss'. He looked at Watson then looked out through the window. 'I liked Julie. I do not feel the same way for Natasha. It is very different, but stronger.' He thought to himself. Suddenly, he realized he was not trembling anymore and he had not yet had his bar of chocolate. 'Strange.' He said looking at his hand. Watson looked at him via the rear view and smiled.
Patrick returned to basement wiping the sweat off his forehead. He was shaking from the threat he had just received. He found the lady looking at the man who was still laughing hysterically before her. She seemed really angry.
"What do you want to do?" He asked her. She looked at him thoughtfully. "Should we kill him?" He added. The man who was laughing suddenly stopped and looked at the man who had asked for his death.
"She has no guts!" William shouted and started laughing again. Patrick looked at the woman who was smiling and he was confused.
"Mr. Marvin, can someone without a tongue laugh and talk?" She asked insinuatingly. William stopped laughing and looked at Natasha, who still had her back against him. Patrick smiled at her exposing his silver teeth.
"No Ma'am!" He answered and called out to one of the men standing outside the door who came rushing in. "Cut out his tongue." He ordered.
"And feed it to him!" Natasha added sneering at William who looked at her surprised.
"No. You can't do that!" William shouted at Natasha. Then went on softly, "Please, we have been friends for a long time. You are my friend."
"Am I? A friend who you tried to take advantage of like a basic slut!" She hissed back at him.
"I was drunk!"
"And had I not promised you before that if you lay you dirty fingers on me that I shall kill you with my own hands?"
"I was paid to do it!" He suddenly confessed. Everyone looked at him in shock, apart from Natasha, who already knew. She just smiled at him and walked towards him slowly. She held his chin between her thumb and index finger and squinted her right eye in anger.
"Knife!" She ordered as she stretched out her right hand behind her. "He talks too much."
"Well, Ms. Claire, you cannot get your hands dirty. You know…" Patrick said and stopped mid-way as soon as he noticed the eyes on him from Natasha. He put the knife slowly in her hand and stepped back. She felt the cold metal against her skin and looked at William who was shaking his head in disapproval.
"Hold his head and bring out his tongue." She ordered. "Oh, and be a dear and bring me an apron. I would not want to get my clothes dirty." She added smiling. Patrick looked at her. She reminded him of the cold Boss Brandon. He snapped his hand at the guard behind him and he left, returning shortly with a blue apron. Natasha picked it up and put it on.
"Where were we?" She asked. Then she looked at the guard who immediately moved to hold William and take out his tongue, ignoring his pleas. The tongue was stretched out before her. Patrick covered his mouth. He never did the dirty work. He never had the guts. Natasha was able to reach the tongue comfortably for she had put on her six-inch heels. She stretched her hand with the knife and proceeded to show her guts. Just then, her phone rang. Everyone in the room sighed. William closed his eyes in relief. She went on and took out her phone from her purse which had been placed in Patrick's hands before he placed it on the seat in the room. She walked slowly and picked it up.
"Mother!" She exclaimed. Immediately, William went back to shouting and the guard next to him covered his mouth. "No, no. I am just in town, I think it was a madman… no, he is not next to me… really?... I am happy to hear that… can I talk to you later, after I get out from town?... yes…I'll take care…. I love you too…Bye." She said and she hung up. "Finish what is started." She said to Patrick and took off her apron placing it in his hands. She walked out. As soon as she stepped out of the club, she took a deep breath and wiped the tears coming out of her eyes. The guards from the previous day were already waiting for her next to the Mercedes. They smiled as soon as they saw her. She suddenly rushed back to the club, leaving the guards confused then came out with a bottle of wine in her hand. By the look of it she had already had a few sips. She then got into the car and continued to gulp down the bottle of wine until it was half way.
"What? Are you going to stand outside the car the whole day or are you going to drive?" She asked impatiently. The guards looked at each other then got in. The lady in the back seat was already losing herself in the drink but she still continued to drink it. The guards saw it fit to take her home. The guard who was not driving took out his phone and rang Brandon.
"Sir, the young miss is…"
"I don't have all day. Do you?" Brandon asked impatiently. The guard explained the situation to him. "Take her home and inform Mrs. Gilbert to handle it." Brandon ordered then called Patrick. Patrick was busy gathering his guts to cut out a tongue but the phone call saved him. He immediately handed the knife over to the guard holding William and called another one in. "Proceed. I have got a call to answer." He ordered then walked out of the room. Seeing it was Brandon calling, he had a bad feeling deep in his stomach. He immediately answered and informed the big boss on what had previously occurred.
"And have you done what she had ordered you to?" Brandon asked trying to control the tremble of his left hand.
"I was going to but then you…"
"Watson!" Brandon suddenly called out as loud as he could. All the people in the top most floor had the big boss shout. He never shouts. Watson immediately rushed in. Patrick who was holding his phone to his ear dropped it as his ear went deaf for a minute. Brandon hang up the phone and Watson saw the anger in his face. "Ready the car!" He ordered as he stood up from his desk and slightly bent over it. As Watson left the office, he heard a loud bang behind him. The people in the floor looked at him rushing out and expected some updates but Watson was not one to give. Their boss hardly showed any emotions, whether good or bad. But now, was he actually, angry?