The Last Ceo’s Deal

CHAPTER FIVE.

Author’s Pov.

He stuffed his white feathery coat into the black leather bag, grabbed a few shirts and pants and squeezed them inside. He would need some boots and a head warmer there so he had better carry them.

His palms are all greasy and sweaty with cold blood flowing non-stop.

He placed a call to the aircraft services reminding them of his scheduled flight and they told him assuringly that it won’t be occupied by someone else.

Fanuel will surely get hold of him and trace him to his death if he doesn’t get out of this place. He couldn’t risk that, no fucking way would he sit and let a great chaos fall upon him out of ignorance.

The finances he squandered was way too much and he’s gotten a hold of the company’s account worth trillions of dollars. He tried thousands of ways of dispersing the money to his various personal accounts but it was useless. The financial security of the bank status wasn’t underrated.

Thank goodness he was able to open a separate account in the guise of having a company’s account with the IMF. He’s got a lot more and alot to spare.

He carried his Apple PC and placed it neatly in the Laptop’s bag. He overheard Christine and Easton’s laughter in the background and he cursed himself for not killing her last night. Her loud rowdy friend was right there on the bed with her, hands and legs wrapped against each other.

tch!! He sighed regretfully and fetched a creamy T shirt and a black blazer to match with his penciled black trousers. He took a Black canvas and wore it on checking out his panicky self in the mirror, he sighed in satisfaction.

There’s only one problem at hand and it’s how he will get away from here without the attention of any other person in the house.

The doorbell rang, and Webb could feel his whole heart sink to the insides of his stomach. He just hopes whoever ‘s at the door shouldn’t be looking for him.

That same moment, a knock was heard on his door.

Shit!! Who could it be? Grace was out already for work and he wasn’t expecting anybody.

“Dad??” That’s Easton’s voice.

“Dad, you have a visitor by the door!” He yelled

No way was he going to answer such a visitor. He stared at the window of his room and went closer to it. Maybe he should just pass his window and jump down. It was 15ft high so it shouldn’t be that bad.

He strapped his bag at his back and took his heavy black leather bag ready to throw it down when his son’s voice startled him again.

“Daaaad!!” He banged the door harder and yelled.

“Should I tell the delivery guy to go or come back later?” Easton said and he released a very terrific sigh.

He had ordered for a shawl and a dark shade to use while travelling so he won’t be spotted easily on CCTVs incase they were to carry out an investigation.

“I’m coming over.” He finally said and went over to collect the order and signed.

That should be all for now, he thought as he called Easton and told him something important.

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Fanuel Pov.

We’re standing in front of Mr Webb residence as we admire the simple but aesthetic decor and flowers sprinkled around the classy bungalow. It’s so serene and quiet here that I wonder if anyone actually lives here.

I dragged the doorbell and it gave a blasting sound to indicate someone was here but there was no response.

Jayden was lost in call with Edward who had called earlier to ask about me, tch!! More like to disturb me cause Edward is never serious with anything. I told Jayden to answer the call and tell him that I’m in the midst of some crooked shit.

I dragged the doorbell again and a very cute guy opened and poked Head out.

“Are you another delivery guy? Ugh!! Dad just went out, come back later.” He said and was about shutting the door but I blocked it with my legs.

“I’m not a delivery guy, I’m looking for Mr Webb Hart.”

“uhhmm…who are you?”

“A worker in Hudson chemical technologies.”

“Oh!! You’re his worker. Sorry but Mr Webb isn’t around.”

“Do you have any idea where he went?” I asked curiously.

“Not really, he said he was going to see a friend and would be back in the evening.” He said innocently and I folded my hands in anger.

“Tell him to come to the office at once.” I snapped.

He kept quiet and stared at me in wonder, giving me the ‘who the hell are you” kind-of face.

“I mean he needs to be at the office by evening or we might come back later in the evening.” I told him and he nodded.

We left the premises and went straight back to the office.

I’ve been working all day long and my head bangs and pleads for mercy to be freed.

But what I saw in the office is nothing compared to the headache I’m feeling.

There was no file record of any project being signed by him.

I went back to the office again and sat down on the chair laying my hands on the arm rest and thinking really deep.

Hudson chemical technologies will definitely go bankrupt if the company’s account isn’t retrieved. The account is inaccessible and it could only mean that the manager Mr Webb is in full control and possession of the account, how smart is this man!

Our company will close down once the investors start noticing that we might never carry out the project they paid for with their hard earned money. They will sell the properties here in this company to retrieve their money.

“What the actual fuck Fanuel!!” Jay shouted at the paper he was holding and I rushed towards him.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“What’s it?”

“Take a look at this, a house construction worth 500 million dollars taking place in Chicago.”

I stared at the paper.

“That’s really expensive bro.”

“Are you kidding me? Check out the signature below and tell me why such a document will be in his office.”

I checked for the signature below and I was thrown off guard, signature by Webb Mart. Wait, could this be a personal house he’s constructing?

“Where did you see this?”

“Right here in his safe, I guess he forgot to lock it” he said pointing down at the key dangling freely and stuck in the lock.

Without much ado, I sat down mannerless and removed every damn file in there.

NO WAY!! NO FUCKING WAY!!

This Webb guy has finished us. Damn it!!

I rushed out like a manic and went straight to the car with Jayden running over, with the fastest speed ever I drove out of her company.

******

I banged the door furiously with intense pain and anger cursing through my body.

The door flew open and I barged in without warning screaming his name.

I could hear sirens from different angles and I was sure it was Jayden’s handwork, he had contacted the authorities.

“He’s not around!! Who the heck are you and why are you causing a nuisance.” A woman I presume to be the cute guy’s Mum yelled at me.

“I’m the fucking CEO of Hurdson chemicals and your dear husband stole a whole of money away from me!! Tell him to come out now!!” I was breathing fire and I could see my saliva as a fireball ready to burn anything. I must go home with him or burn down his whole house.

There must be a collateral if he isn’t found.

The FBI officials went inside to search everywhere but they came out without him.

“He’s not the boss but we found something.”

“What?”

“Some documents and receipts.”

“Are you crazy!! What do I need them for…That dude ran away with trillions!!!” The whole family gasped in horror and something grabbed my attention.

A young girl in a Flary gown and the most beautiful hazel eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Fanuel, I think the guy fled. We need to search for him at bus stations, train stations, airports and anywhere!! He’s the only way to retrieve the account he’s holding into.”

I ignored Jayden’s statement and asked Him a question.

“Who’s she?” I pointed harshly at the girl who flinched.

What Jayden said next made me grin wickedly.

“That’s his only daughter.”