Chapter 4

My husband pointed at the woman giving the cue and said, "This is Jane. In addition to being my right arm, she serves as my lawyer, advisor, and hope in difficult situations."

I cast a quick peek towards Jane. She had a lovely appearance. Her gorgeous emerald eyes, long eyelashes, and long blonde hair made her appear quite feminine. She also had an excellent physique. She had the typical beauty of a woman. She was strong, confident, and self-conscious, and I could feel that. She was the kind of woman who could fulfill any wish. I was a little curious to see how my spouse and she got along. Were they close friends? Or could it be more than that?

Jane smiled and nodded to me, "Nice to meet you. I hope it will be an honor for you to carry Hamilton's last name."

My husband took hold of the Black man's shoulder and stated, "This is my forever brother." In turn, he followed suit.

He said, "Thank you, Ranold.

"Please don't express gratitude to me. You're doing an excellent job. Thank you, Wendall. I get information on the situation from Wendall." My spouse moved forward. "Some other people are present today as well. However, remembering them all will take a lot of time. You can think of Wendall and Jane as your adoptive parents from now on. Olivier, if you work well, you'll receive a huge reward. Debts are never left behind by the Family."

"By the way, concerning the debts," remarked Jane, standing on her legs and coming directly at me. "I nearly forgot I had something for you," She gave me a brand-new phone with a purple phone case that had a tiny keychain hanging in the top right corner.

I took the phone and muttered, "Thank you." It was one of the most recent and expensive models. Something like that has never been in my hands before.

"In addition to some extra personnel that is available to every member of the Family, you have all the programs you require there. For instance, the tracking software is linked to a unique satellite that continues to function even if the phone is entirely dead. You also have a unique browser here where you can locate some intriguing things. Make sure that neither the police nor the government can monitor you using your phone or discover what you use it for. A unique microchip inside keeps all the messengers and active networks concealed. Additionally, you have access to our global site via the built-in messenger, making it simple for you to get in touch with us and leave messages for us in a conversation if necessary." Jane clarified.

"Don't forget to remind him that his phone is connected to mine and that any information that is wanted to be saved or saved on other devices will be removed automatically once it has been done so" added my spouse.

"Yes, indeed. The other gadgets are detected by a particular application, so it is simple to determine who is staying right next to you." Jane chuckled. "In order to make the phone unusable once it shows up in a police station or something."

I turned back to the screen. The typical wallpaper gave it a lively, colorful feel. Only a few of the many apps on the screen were ones I had really used and seen in the real world. As a new message's announcement abruptly made me tremble, the screen abruptly shut off. Only a notification was available since the message itself was hidden. When I picked up the notification, the phone instantly reloaded the messenger, but a message that I was unable to understand was displayed as a warning. I noticed the empty list of chats with just one name above it: Ranold Hamilton.

'Salutations, Big Boss:)'

'Night, Jane. Do not call me that. Does it work?'

'You can see it's done perfectly. Is there anything else we should add?'

'Yes, could you kindly establish a private, encrypted link with my husband's family? He is left with only his mother and younger sister.'

My spouse then wrote me the following message:

'They are not on the same boat.'

'What does that mean?' My thoughts sprang to mind as I frantically tapped the buttons on my phone in an attempt to discover the phone numbers for my mother and sister. Nevertheless, I was able to find them.

'Mom?'

I instantly started writing in the chat.

'Gosh! I'm so terrified of you!

The corners of my mouth lifted slightly in a smile of joy as a spontaneous sigh of comfort emerged from my chest through my breath.

'Are you alright?'

'Yes, I'm now working. Your sister is at school and is doing well.'

'Ah well. Nice to hear:)'

'Jerish played all night yesterday. By the way, we'll be sharing a bedroom now.'

I heard Jane say, "Ranold, look at this," and I immediately turned to find her handing my husband a tablet.

'Oh, that's nice.'

'How was your evening? Has he hurt you? Did he treat you harshly?'

I rubbed my nose to try to cover off my unexpected blush. Actually... it was kind of good? I was ashamed of myself for thinking such a thing out of the blue. But as time went on, I understood that it appeared to be the reality. Nothing forced me or caused me to feel horrible or useless, and I wasn't under any pressure either. It happened as though it were expected. I think if my spouse wasn't so insistent, I might start sobbing or pleading with him to stop. But I didn't have time for it. It was now too late to change my mind.

'No, that was...'

A warm hand placed on my lower back as I was typing.

My spouse pushed me toward the door and said, "We're traveling to New York."

'…OK'

I finished the message and forwarded it to my mother on the way.

***

I had never taken a flight before. I can't speak for other cities since I haven't been to the surrounding town. And now I was taking a plane to New York, one of the biggest and busiest cities in the world. I couldn't believe my eyes as we got closer to the airport. I've only ever seen airplanes in movies and commercials, but I'm about to take a solo flight. As we approached the gate, I could see the hangars housing the small aircraft that are typically used for private flights.

My husband gave Jane, who was seated next to me, a passport and said, "We will need to go through the registration."

Jane responded as she exited the vehicle, "Understood."

I simply did what my husband did, and I didn't question it. My husband drew me a little bit closer to himself as we walked toward the building because it was so windy at the airport.

"Journalists," remarked Jane as she cautiously came to a stop.

"Go to the opposite gate while holding Olivier. You can find me beside the plane," I was left on Jane, he added.

She gave me a pat on the back while grinning at me. "He'll take care of everything. Rest assured."

I didn't worry, though. When we were approaching the free gate, I crossed my hands over my chest.

"Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton! Do you really have a spouse now? What kind of appearance has your wife? Javalin Tourro, a well-known model, is she? Do you mind letting us see her? Could it be Lucas Thompson? Is he your husband? The well-known oil tycoon's son? How are you going to respond to Tori-post Wori's where she suggested making a better decision? Why did she say that?"

We had to wait a little bit close to the jet for my spouse because of the journalists. Although it was freezing there, the plane appeared to be in decent condition. Not too huge, either.

"Finally! I was afraid they would cut you up." Jane uttered.

My husband laughed and invited us to board the aircraft, saying, "You're so naive if you ever could imagine, they would do it."

I followed Jane up the stairs when she did. My husband pursued me, and when we at last entered a cabin, he placed his hand against my back once again while asking me subtly, "Aren't you cold?"

I shook my head a little and tried to avoid his touch by turning my head away.

Finally responding, he said, "Okay," and sat down. I did too.

My husband joined Jane on a seat near the window. Back towards the pilot's cabin, their seats were turned. My hubby sat across from me. I must admit, I was a little... upset? I'm not sure how I feel about it now, but I was feeling frustrated at the time. I knew I was just a "extra" there, but at least I could be close by and seem like I had at least some prestige. The actual cabin was really luxurious. There was a white wood table between us with many various papers and a laptop on it, beige walls, beige decorations, and beige leather seats that were more like armchairs. Finally, the voyage began after we buckled our seatbelts.

Initiating a conversation, my husband took a tablet from Jane. Every word was beyond my comprehension. Although they used some words I recognized in their speech, I couldn't follow the story when they did.

My husband abruptly interrupted my meditative state with the words "Olivier," causing me to look down at the city and clouds below. "Which university do you wish to attend?"

"What?" Quietly, since I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I asked.

"Which college or university? Have you given it any thought?"

"Y-yes… But… I…" I paused because I wasn't sure how to respond.

He stood up from his seat and said, "I emailed you a link. Check it out and pick something you like."

A new notification appeared when I pulled my phone from my pocket. A new message from Ranold Hamilton was waiting for me when I opened the messenger. The website with many specialties opened once I clicked the link.

He placed a warm hand on my shoulder and gave the top of my head a quick kiss before saying, "When I return, make sure you've selected one."

There were simply the study sections with their descriptions and no more information as I glanced through the newsfeed looking for something that could be helpful. I tried to make a decision while reading everything quickly, but nothing immediately occurred to me. Jane caught my gaze. She was scowling a lot as she worked on her laptop. She appeared really concerned. I finally got the idea that I had to make my own decisions after that. After drawing a deep breath, I started to carefully read the newsfeed.

"How's it going?" In order to drink, my spouse asked to bring some water.

"I decided," I replied. "History and archaeology."

"History and archaeology?" He looked up in wonder.

I uttered the word "yes" softly and deliberately. "Since I excel in history and biology, I believe that I would also excel in archeology."

He picked up the tablet and said, "Well," clicking on it. "I then decide on Archeology."

I gave a slight nod before reclining on the seat and gazing out the window.

"Our lunch is from the R'Evolution, Mr. Hamilton. Are you willing to have it served to you by us?" A friendly flight attendant was standing next to my spouse, and I turned to look when I overheard a cute voice.

"Thanks, but no. I ate in my house," he replied.

And I was ashamed to think that I had eaten all the omelets by myself in the morning. To cover up the embarrassment on my face, I wore my hood. Even though the flight attendant appeared to be unaware that I was the one who was at "home" that morning, I felt bad for getting complimented for nothing.

"We have two and a half more to New York. If you're worn out, get a nap." Though I was certain that he had said it to Jane, when my armchair started to shift so that it resembled a bed, I peeked out the hood and saw my husband tending to me while operating the remote.

He turned back to Jane and started speaking quietly as the armchair slid into a specific position. I felt a little cramp and pulled my legs up to my belly because I couldn't believe Ranold Hamilton was taking such good care of me and treating me like I meant something to him. So, "being Hamilton" is more than just a catchphrase? I doze off while thinking those things.