Albert wore his expensive gloves slowly. He was in no hurry, after all he owned them. They lived the way they do because of him. Without him, the mercenary group would be nothing. At least that's what he thought. To him, being a son of an internationally recognized priesthood meant that everything should belong to him. Everything since he was the eldest son. Simple.
He was looking at his massive vintage car keys trying to select which one he'd drive since he was in a good mood when the doorbell rang. He didn't look up to see who it was until, " Father wants to see you," said an old gruff voice. He looked up fast, intensely irritated. It was the main butler of the main house. "Now"? he asked, not hiding his irritation. The butler, knowing Albert for a long time, merely nodded in agreement. "NKT"! Albert clicked his mouth. He stood up and rubbed his face. That old fool! He thought. Talk about bad timing he thought as he followed the butler out and into a black sedan. His day just got ruined.
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Allen, both Albert and Alvin's father, sat in his large office. He had been listening to a phone call recording for the past thirty minutes repeatedly. A slight knock on the door makes him pause the recording." Come ," he says as he rewinds it. Albert walked in, grit his teeth and waited. His father looked at him and said, " Alvin just made a bold confession right now care to listen." Albert stood stunned, he thought that Alvin was dead. Him being alive made things... interesting? Loudly he said, " Alright but how did you...," he was interrupted by his father who pressed play.
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Alvin listened to the dial tone waiting for someone to pick it up. " Its about time you called", a soft feminine voice came through. " Where the hell are you",? it asked half shouting. Alvin, relieved to here a familiar voice replied," I crashed somewhere in the Central Region I don't know where but...," he was immediately interrupted by a barrage of questions from the other side, " What? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Can you move? Are you safe"?
Ah! Someone does care, he thought. Loudly he shouted, "KUI"! That made the voice go quiet. He breathed out slowly, "I'm fine just a broken leg and a few cuts here and there but that's not what's important." He paused. Kui, owner of the voice, asked," What"? To which Alvin answered, " I found a village," pausing for dramatic effect. Mocking laughter comes from the other end," So? There are lots of villages across this darned world you know," Kui said in an amused voice. This slightly irritated
him. " Not like this one," he said almost shouting, " This one is special," he continued his voice serious. "This one is different cos it has water...Again Kui interrupted him. "Every village has water you idiot.. To which he interrupted her and shouted ," COLD! It has Cold water"!
Alvin puffed air out of his mouth. He had finally told someone. Kui was silent. Cold water was long forgotten, a modern day fantasy. Yet Alvin was making it real. " How do you know this? Do you have it"? she asked. Her voice filled with excitement. Alvin smiled and looked at the moon," Yep I'm drinking it right now." Kui heard him swallow and smiled. This was real. " Tell me where you are! No better yet let me just pinpoint your phone's signal and find you ok hang tight." The line went dead. Alvin smiled. She's always like this, he thought, rushing into things. He looked up into the sky. It was beautiful.
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The recording stopped. Both father and son were silent, staring at each other. Then Albert turned and was about to leave when his father said," Make sure it's all ours," sternly. Albert smirked and said, " Yes father". He walked out, no he half ran half walked towards the cars. Time was of the essence. He took out his phone and called Alex. There was a change in plans. A big one at that.
He drove to the airport explaining to Alex that he wasn't coming tonight as planned but they should expect him early in the morning. A huge sigh of relief from the other guy made Albert slightly irritated but he was too excited to care. When was the last time he had been this excited? He couldn't remember. Thank you Alvin for staying alive and for showing me just how much I have in common with our father, he thought. He pulled up in the airport. As he booked a private blimp and scheduled it to leave at four a.m the following morning, he came to a horrible yet amazing conclusion. Both he and his father had one thing in common. Greed. Smiling he said to himself," Thanks Alvin, you fixed my relationship with father".