|The white house|
The president's looks were ferocious as he sat down inside his office. He had called a meeting with the vice president and the minister of finance. They were all looking weary like they'd been tormented with unconventional problems that were too dreadful.
Sideon was the first to speak up, "GEMS are trying their very best to fix the satellite."
He paused and opened the next page of the file he was holding, "Some parts of Orleans electrons are now shut down since there is not enough electricity to pass on." He paused for a second and continued, "We seem to have clutches of ruthless bandits tampering with the systems and the satellites. We don't know their mission yet but I guess that they are after the DEF company."
"What does the whole thing have to do with DEF?" President Travis asked with a hushed voice.
"I'm sorry to keep this information from you but right now DEF is having issues with blackouts."
"You mean to say?" Travis inquired, not able to grasp Sideon's words.
"DEF system is unstable, we keep having system shutdowns ever since the satellites have been terminated," Sideon explained.
"When has this been on?" President Travis asked hastily.
Sideon hesitated before he spoke up, "For some while."
"Since when?" Travis asked with a husky voice.
"A... a month ago." Sideon stammered.
"Sideon!" Travis raged.
"It wasn't this tough at first, I thought it could be solved promptly."
"Solved? I warned you, Sideon. I warned you not to keep things like this from me."
Mr Albert went silent. He never knew things could be this skunk and he never wanted to be scolded. Eventually, it became worse than he could even imagine.
Then, the vice president, Mrs Casey, who kept quiet the whole time, spoke up, "I understand Travis, he's having a hard time facing two complicated challenges, you should give him some space."
"He should be more careful." President Travis spoke out of anger.
"Sideon?" Mrs Casey called.
"Yes, Mrs Casey?"
"I've navigated the recent record of the Brooklyn income, they seem to have reduced a lot."
"Very well, Mrs Casey, I was wanting to talk about it with you. I had a meeting with the shareholders, they said you might have issued welfare for the state." Sideon relayed.
"I haven't for the past two months, the income generated the last time Is still on." She looked puzzled.
"Is there any sign of embezzlement?" President Travis's hushed voice came in.
"No sign yet," Sideon answered.
"Until there's a sign before you investigate?" Travis asked, tensed.
"Travis?" Mrs Casey interrupted.
"Don't! Casey, can't you see the mess he had made, the satellites are tattered because of his inactiveness."
"Travis?!" She sneered. "Stop it, enough of your insults."
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience," Sideon murmured out of guilt.
"Since you are taking his side." Travis uttered, ignoring him, "Make sure to sort things out together." He stood up and moved toward the glass view inside his office. "And I'm not interested in whatever mistakes you are making, just make sure it doesn't affect more states." He concluded, "You both are dismissed".
SAH Mansion|
Maths staggered into the house looking all stressed out. The basketball training has taken hours to end due to the upcoming final game before the end of the semester. Their supervisor took it hard on them because the school they are competing with this time is their rival, Weston College. The two schools have been having grudges against each other since the very first time Maths joined.
Before Maths joined the basketball game, Weston had always been the top-best player among all the twelve schools playing basketball in Brooklyn. When Maths joined the basketball team the honour was transferred to Brooklyn College.
Though they shouldn't have held grudges against each other, the leader of the Weston basketball team hated Maths with full passion. He hated him right before he became the leader of the Brooklyn team. They both have always been on edge for the best basketball player in all of Brooklyn.
He climbed up the stairs and went into his room. When he got inside, the first thing that caught his eye was his dad sitting down on one of his sofas. "What is he doing here?" He asked himself before striding in.
He intended to vex his father but he sensed that something might be wrong with the unusual visit.
"I asked you to my office this afternoon Mathias, why did you ignore my call?" Mr Albert uttered when he noticed his presence in the living room.
"I had practice." He answered grumpily, moving towards his studio room to drop his practice bag.
"I see no reason why you can't visit the office before your practice?"
"I watched the swimming competition too." He murmured and opened the door to his studio.
"Don't you dare move an inch, Mathias!" Mr Albert fired, calm but fierce.
"What do you have to say?!" Maths also fired.
"When do you have to stop all this damnation of yours?"
"The day you bring back my mother!" Maths detonated with rage in his voice.
"Mathias!" Sideon exclaimed this time. He stood and up, moved closer to him until they were a few meters away from each other.
"Do you have anything to say?" Maths asked, gently but impatiently. He hates having long conversations with his father. If it ever has to be this long, they will exchange nothing but hurt words with themselves.
Sideon moved back away from him steadily, his right hand fisted. He hit the table with full force releasing all his anger upon it. Anyone seeing him in this state will think he's mentally derailed. They both looked ripped out as they fed their inner mind with hatred.
Trying to catch his breath, Maths uttered, "I have something important I need to do, please kindly take your leave since you have nothing else to say." Maths knew his coming here was not just to piss him off but because he had something to say. It will be of great interest to pester him.
"Do you know why I'm here?" Sideon asked but he needed no answer.
"Tell me that you will bring back mom?" Maths threw back another dreadful question.
"Shut the fuck up!" Sideon raged.
"Until you leave!" Maths simmered.
"You are not different from her, she killed herself boy, all because of you. It has nothing to do with me."
"You are the worst, wondrous bull." Maths cursed on hearing those words from his father.
Sideon abhorred the statements immediately with his hands turning into a fist again. He stared dagger at his son through reddish eyeballs. "Do you know what's made you this fickle?" Sideon asked, gulping down his anger.
"Cock and bull", Maths said, rolling his eyes.
"I am still your father Mathias, you mustn't talk that way to me and listen to whatever I have to say!"
"Whatever, you have nothing to say to me." Maths said as he opened the studio door and went in, leaving his dad in awe.