One Night With Mr Braxton

Mrs Steele left the building without as much as a glance back while her orders were being carried out. In a matter of minutes, the atmosphere was polluted with the smell of gasoline and fuel which had no doubt been released to perform the dangerous act.

Getting into the car, they all quickly headed out of the place. Mrs Steele couldn’t help but ponder her next course of action. When she ordered for the place to be razed down by fire, she felt it was the best option to kill every possible way of escape or any material that may still be residual in the house.

She also thought an added bonus would be the eradication of Emma’s body or life if she was still breathing. She wasn’t planning on leaving any stone unturned and with the large sparse woodland in the area, it was only befitting that she took additional measures in cleaning up the mess.

Having been brought to a dead end, Mrs Steele wrecked her brains for the best way to announce her death to the Braxton’s family. She needed a solid story that would not only prompt them to forget the amount of money invested and simultaneously rope them into having business and possibly familiar relations with the Steele’s.

The goal only grew as she thought of just how much things would need to be readjusted following the death of Emma. She needed to utilize everything to its core and establish a solid start and evolution of the Steele Shoes.

First things first though. And that was to formally announce to the few people aware of her existence about her untimely and most unfortunate demise. In all, she won’t be missed. She was determined to make sure of that.

*****

Talia was seated in her mother’s study, having a virtual meeting with her marketing team regarding her latest collection.

” My collection is all about class, luxury and the glory that comes with it. Which could also mean that my customer base cannot include commoners. With this collection, the target are those high up figures who have the influence, cash and tenacity to make proper use of them.” She explained, creating a picture with her words.

” I understand you ma’am, but the setback remains that most high class clientele are taken by other famous designers and exclusive brands. In order to gain some recognition from that range of people, we’d need to create some event and spend even more money than allocated.”

” I don’t care! Money isn’t the problem, your problem should be how to get the things I need and in good time. We are mere days away from the official launch and I need to sell out the very first batch when it comes out. I don’t want stories!” She reiterated.

” We are trying our very best ma’am, we’ll communicate to you on the most recent development after this.” The man said with a cordial tone.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

” Great! Now get off my screen and do the job.” Talia immediately hung up, already feeling tired from having such business conversations about her collections.

Usually, her mother was the sole person who managed everything concerning her career and growing brand but ever since her sister’s disappearance, everything was becoming too ordious for her liking.

At that moment, she commended her mother’s tenacity and sheer strength all through the years. Just a few minutes on her chair and her body ached in discomfort. The same chair her mother uses in dishing out valuable, life altering decisions.

Talia stepped out of the study, in need of water when she heard her mother’s car drive inside the compound. With mixed feelings, she headed over, hoping to finally meet the presence of the much anticipated Emma.

In fact, she was ready to deal with her accordingly for the situation with Colton. She hadn’t gotten back at her and she itched for an opportunity to rubbish her in the most terrible way possible.

Now that she’d been brought back, Talia was committed to being her real time nightmare until she was shipped off to her prison as a wife.

With a straight posture, Talia headed towards the doors, wanting to see for herself just how broken and defeated Emma looked or was feeling but was surprised to find her mom heading into the house alone without any sign of her.

” Where is she? Don’t tell me she’s gone into hiding now. ” She said as she approached where the car was parked.

” She’s Dead.” Mrs Steele said with an expression that caused Talia to stop in her tracks.

” Dead? How? She couldn’t be? They killed her?” She said, still unsure of how she felt about the said news.

” Long story short, she won’t be coming back here and your collection will drop even sooner than expected.”

Mrs Steele headed straight to her chambers and washed away the day’s events from her skin. She was very tired when she got news of the gigantic fire that was on in the deeper parts of town.

She slept with a half smile after seeing the havoc. She finally had the perfect tale to tell and couldn’t be more ready against the follow up days.

Meanwhile, a tinted black car parked at the front of a mansion. Asher Braxton’s mansion. Within a minute, a Black and thoroughly covered man came down from the car, headed towards the direction of the boots and with swift movements, took out a half opened body bag, placed it in front of the building, blared the horns and sped off and out of the place.

In a matter of minutes, Mrs Adams came out of the house, half expecting to see her boss but was met with the shock of her life.

A barely breathing, bloodied and unconscious looking lady!

A traumatic scream escaped her mouth, drawing the attention of the security detail of the house. Who could have done this evil? She thought as she ordered she be taken inside while she placed a call to Mr Braxton.

Asher was on his way out of his office when he got a call from home. He was reluctant to speak to anyone but picked it nonetheless.

” Sir! Emma Steele was brought in front of the house and beaten half to death. What should I do? ” Came the panicked voice of Mrs Adams.

Asher couldn’t believe his ears, his throat tightened at the thought of losing her and with gritted teeth, he ordered, desperately trying his best to keep himself together. He couldn’t fall apart. At least not yet.

” Put Doctor Carson on the line. Tell him it is an emergency. I’ll join you in a few seconds. She must not die.”

With that, he headed back home with an almost inhumane speed and anger coursing through his veins. No doubt, this time around, he was certain of the message. It was their final attempt at bringing him to his knees.

Asher got into the house in forty five minutes and met with a pacing Mrs Adams.

” Where is she? What is going on?” He asked as soon as he saw her.

” I’m sorry sir. Doctor Carson took her in for a surgery twenty minutes ago.”