Chapter Eight

Chapter 8

Late at night…

Mrs. Alexander knocked on his study door before gently pushing the door and making her way in.

She walks towards Mr. Alexander with elegant steps, swaying her hips as hard as she can.

"Dear." She calls out, placing a cup of tea in front of him before making her way beside him, sitting on the arm of the office chair.

She was met with silence as the old man ignored her, his attention entirely on the file in front of him.

She rolled her eyes before getting back up.

"I have news for you." She said it in a cheerful voice, hoping to catch his attention.

"Say whatever it is you want to say and leave, woman; I don't have the luxury for all this." Mr. Alexander barked, looking up at her with sharp eyes.

She swallowed hard before forcing a fake smile on her lips.

"You should be a little gentle, darling." Mrs. Alexander said, before taking her seat in front of him, that the office desk created a massive space between them.

She clutched her shaky hands under the desk, trying her best not to show how intimidated she was by the look he was giving her.

She had been married to him for 30 years now, but she couldn't stop herself from being self-conscious of the man in front of her.

"The Duncan's are planning something huge. It's about the land bid. I'm not sure if Amori… I mean, Justin is involved." She said that, getting his attention.

"How did you know that?" Mr. Alexander asked her.

"From the tea gathering this afternoon, his wife wouldn't keep her mouth shut." Mrs. Alexander rolled her eyes.

"Call Jayden over." He commanded her, going back to the file in front of her.

"Another thing, dear." She said that, and he looked back up at her.

"I might have found the best way for you to get information about the Duncan's." She added it with a smirk.

"Mr. Harrison." She said, but her husband raised an eyebrow at her.

"Our chauffeur." She said this, shaking her head a little.

"Apparently our chauffeur is very close to their's; I heard them talking today, and I think Harrison is just the right person to make their chauffeur's mouth flow with information." They finished with a proud smirk.

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Mr. Harrison walked into his kitchen apartment, pouting himself a glass of water before gulping it down his throat.

He went back to the living room, turning on the old, rusted TV that was placed opposite the couch placed in the entrance of the room.

He flips through the channel, his mind bored. This was his constant life. It was always work in the day, then sitting down alone at night.

He blew out a breath, and his eyes bore into the TV with a bored look.

The front door suddenly opened, and shortly thereafter, a lady in her twenties walked into the living room, rubbing her hands slightly to warm them from the cold outside.

"Dad. " She called out, making the old man turn towards her, a big smile making its way to his lips as he got to his feet and walked towards her.

"Oh my gosh, Melissa, you are home." He said it with a big smile.

"What's wrong?" Harrison asked his daughter, knowing fully well that she had never visited him except when she needed something.

She stretched her hand in front of him. "Give me some money." She asked with a tight look on her face.

Mr. Harrison turned around to look for his wallet with a smile on his face. "Oh, the agency hasn't paid you your allowance yet?" He asked, looking around.

"Not that. I need $50,000 dollars. She said it with a straight face.

Mr. Harrison paused with a shocked look on his face.

Where was she asking him to get that money, and why did she need $50,000? Was she in trouble? All those questions popped up in his mind, and just as he was about to ask, she beat him to speak.

"I am currently on scholarship for my master's degree, and I was also on scholarship back at the university, so I know you have saved up some money somewhere." She stated it in a rude tone, looking at her father.

Mr. Harrison took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead.

"Look, bear…"

"Don't call me that." She snapped at him, glaring gaggles at him.

"Melissa." He called out softly, with his head bowing towards the floor in shame.

"I really don't have any money." He said it softly before looking back up at her.

The whole room went quiet for some time before the lady burst out into a fit of laughter.

"What do you mean by you don't have money? Are you going to give it to me or not??"She snapped.

" Melissa, I really don't." Harrison said he was taking a step towards his daughter while she took one back, raising her hands up, to signal him to stop.

"What have I ever done to you, father? You have never literally given me anything I asked for, so I stopped asking, hoping that you would feel pity eventually, but this one thing I came again to ask of you, you still refused. She said, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"In case you need to know what the moment is for, It's not for me. I need it for my final project… She expressed hope that he had given her.

"I really can't do anything right now, but if you give me some time, then maybe…" She raised her hand, cutting him off again.

"Exactly, father! All my life, you couldn't really do anything. You couldn't take me to the college I wanted, so I had to work hard to enter. You couldn't take care of my tuition fee, so I had to work hard to get a scholarship; you couldn't even take care of mom." The lady yelled out in anger.

"All you do is serve that fucked-up boss of yours, who gives you little to nothing and expects me to be like you." She continued

"You are so fucking useless, and when I make it, don't you ever think of coming to meet me?" She said this before turning around and walking off.