Christopher, "hoped that Rex's attempts at getting back on board would never see the light of day, he was privy of the former philanthropist's doggedness as he approached different business moguls."
For Christopher was a billionaire now, something Rex had been before and he had several political aspirants in his net who were vying for various positions in the city and relied heavily on his ability to bankroll them.
"Christopher was happy to give them what they wanted because in return he had them dancing to his tune."
"From the moment he realized that his "woman," like he liked to see her, had been taken over by Rex Michaels, Christopher had begun his campaign to get her back."
"Lucky for him, he and his elder sister had been left a fortune when both their parents
had been involved in a tragic accident one night while returning from a friend's anniversary party."
"The details had been sketchy but the chauffeur apparently had been blamed for it. Nancy had refused to press charges as he had barely made it back alive from the hospital."
"Nothing was heard of the chauffeur again after that and they were both left alone with a close relative to pick up the pieces.
It was a time in his life that had greatly affected his psyche," Christopher recalled.
As he sat alone that sunny afternoon nursing a glass of wine, "he realized that he had come a long way. He never had friends and he didn't care less."
"His money pretty much got him whatever he needed including people who saw themselves as his friends even when they obviously hated his guts," he deliberated.
"Well, almost every thing. One more remained, and that was Lindsay, the honey- blonde beauty who kept him awake most nights, scheming."
"He and his sister had leveraged on the fortune and had created a luxurious life for themselves and he would have left the states for good if only he had achieved his aim of proposing to her," he surmised.
"What are you doing sitting there all by yourself." His sister's sultry voice floated over to him. "Feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, his face reddened at been caught day-dreaming at that time of the day."
"Nothing you would care to worry your pretty head about Nancy," he replied, smiling fondly. "I wonder just how she would take it if she knew about Lindsay," he thought to himself.
"He loved his sister very much and they pretty much kept each other updated about their personal lives but he suspected she would draw a line at that," he concluded.
"She lived a crazy life anyway but Lindsay was her good friend plus she was married, so it was going to be an issue. Well, he was working on destroying that marriage and in time, Lindsay would become single and available," he assured himself.
"I will be ready for my sister then," he promised himself.
"Alright then, I need a stiff drink myself so I am just going to keep you company," Nancy said, replying to his response from earlier on.
"That bad?" he asked, raising his eyebrows quizzically and she nodded without a word. Christopher silently walked to the bar and mixed her a strong drink like she requested.
Placing the drink neatly before her, he studied her face. "She appeared preoccupied and unhappy and he attributed it to her failed marriage."
"His sister had a penchant right from her teenage years of dating foreign men and he couldn't understand why? Somehow, he had the conviction that she would have fared better if she had befriended closer home."
"His sister was a dark- haired beauty and could pass for a model, she always got the attention of the opposite sex and could have been married long before he did,' he reflected.
"I spoke with Lindsay this morning and it was as you have told me and a lot more. The media wasn't exaggerating," she said, speaking suddenly and looking straight at him.
He shrugged, very careful to avert his gaze else she saw the joy reflected there.
Moving away from her side he returned to his sitting position.
"I wish she would let me help out, I could never forget how she supported us both in the university Chris, she is a warm and generous woman," he heard her say.
"Yeah. It's quite a shame," he replied quickly emptying his glass and looking at his timepiece, he told her he was going for a meeting and left the house.
Her confused gaze followed him, boring holes on his back but he didn't look back, lost in thought as he went. "What did she mean by helping her out? I hope she wouldn't try to create a job opening for Rex?"
"She was probably going to send financial assistance to Lindsay because she wasn't the type to work, he wouldn't stand in his sister's way as long as it was the plan," he decided.
"Nancy would definitely seek his opinion before offering Rex or any other person a job for that matter because they both ran Nancy's own business together, he was a shareholder," he thought smugly.
Fifteen minutes later he was sitting at a secluded luxurious garden in the center of town owned by an associate of his and was sipping on cocktails.
"He was staring at the man-made fountain of fresh spring water," when a distinguished looking gentleman, "who appeared in his early forties walked up to his table."
"Without saying a word, the man sat down opposite Christopher and they both exchanged pleasantries like long lost friends," at least that was what it looked like to the onlooker.
A waiter quickly walked over to the table and took orders from him. Christopher and his companion continued to chat about mundane things until the waiter returned with another tall glass of cocktail.
"Your man is yet to be obliged with a job offer or any contract, nobody is ready to give him that chance," the senator announced.