CHAPTER 23

Cara's Firm, El Deols, Anthanna.

"So, what are the uses of Morse codes in this present age?" Henry asked his personal trainer.

They were seated together behind a table on two different seats, two computer desktops were in front of them, one for Henry's practicals and the other for the trainers' use.

"So many uses," the lady replied. "In today's world, they are still…."

The doorbell rang and interrupted their lessons.

"Please come in," Henry answered, staring at the door and wondering who it could be.

The door opened, and Cara's secretary walked in. Henry glanced at the wall clock to see the time. The only times she came into that place was when Cara sent her a lunch pack to give to him, but it hadn't broken yet.

"Mr Henry, You and Miss Cara are going on a one week trip this evening. You have to tidy up your office in the next thirty minutes. You should leave home anytime soon to prepare for your trip." The secretary said.

"One week trip?" Henry questioned. "But she never told me before."

"I was asked to deliver the message to you. You probably should inquire for more details from her. Thank you," the secretary replied and then turned after taking a bow.

"I guess we have to continue your classes when you return from your trip," the personal trainer said to him after some seconds of silence.

"Yeah, sure, ma'am," Henry replied to her with a smile.

"So we'd talk more on the uses of Morse codes when we resume, make sure you practise writing them while you are away," the young lady said as she got up to her feet and began to put her materials into her handbag.

"Sure ma'am, thanks." Henry replied.

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Henry sat quietly at the back seat with Cara as they returned home from the office. She seemed so busy with her palmtop computer that she barely gave attention to Henry, who was waiting patiently for her to talk about the impromptu trip. He decided not to ask about it since he had no choice but to follow her anywhere she wanted to go as her bodyguard. He, however, still felt bad because it clashed with his plans and goals he had set to achieve for himself with his personal classes that week and that she did not think of telling him ahead.

Five minutes to the end of the drive home, Cara finally finished with her computer and closed it up. She looked at Henry's face and noticed he had been quiet all through. She could sense somehow that he wasn't happy because it was unlike him to be quiet all through the drive home. She realised it could be because of the impromptu trip.

"Oh! Henry, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier about the trip. I just got to decide this morning," she said to him, her face carrying a sincere, sorry look.

He felt relieved on hearing her talk about it. It made him feel that he was also considered.

"It's okay, if it's important, we have to go." He replied.

"No, we don't have to go. If you don't want to go, you can stay, I'll go alone."

He looked at her and smiled. "Why would I not want to go? It's important to you and my job includes staying with you always."

"Come on, stop talking about that job." She rolled her eyes. "I don't want you to come with me if you don't like to, if you have something important to do or you have other reasons, you can stay and I'll go alone."

"I truly had plans to do something else, but since you have something important to do, you're more important to me than any other plan." He said with a smile, his mind truly changed about the situation.

She stared at his face for a while and then smiled. "You truly mean that?"

"Yes, I do." He replied.

She flashed her teeth happily and then drew closer to him. She wrapped her hands around his neck and then placed a kiss on his cheek. She placed her head on his shoulder and wrapped her hands around his body. He pulled her tighter to himself with an arm and took in a deep breath.

"So where are we travelling to?"

He asked after some minutes of silence.

"Hmm… A neighbouring country, I'm going there to buy up some networking firms."

"Which country is that?" Henry probed inquisitively.

She chuckled and turned her head to look at his face. "It's somewhere you would like, it's a beautiful place."

"Hmm…" Henry smiled.

For a moment, they remained silent and in that same position. Her eyes stared deeply into his and his staring back, their lips less than four centimetres apart, it was so close that they could hear the heartbeats of each other.

Cara's lips looked attractive to Henry and the encouraging glow in her eyes tempted him to move his lips closer to hers but for some reason he didn't move until her palm found her way to his cheek. She closed her eyes.

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Tom's Apartment, El Deols

"Guys, we need to find a way to deal with that freaking blockhead. He can't just mess around with all of us and go free." Tom said, pacing about the ground. He had a tobacco stick in his hand from which smoke with an unpleasant smell had filled the living room.

He had been smoking and taking his drugs more publicly since he was granted bail by the police. He thought there was no more need to hide his habits since he had already been exposed.

His friends were in the living room with him, and they consisted of three of the body builders who had engaged Henry in the fight at the workout centre and one another.

"Tom, I truly think we should face your hearing in court, which comes up in a few days' time." One of his friends suggested. He was the same man who had led the team of fighters by confronting Cara that day.

"I have that in control already. My Dad has the situation in his hands. I'm lucky the bitch maid is still alive, so I will only face charges of rape and I'm sure the maid has no boldness to go against me or even the money to get a good lawyer."

"What of Cara? Isn't she pressing charges?" The same man asked.

"Not at all, the slut dropped charges but she's been seen recently going around with that blockhead, I'm sure he has been sleeping with her freely." Tom blew out angrily.

"We should still wait till your hearing ends before we decide what to do to that man," the man put in.

"I can't wait to deal with him, man," Tom said. "I can't wait to deal with him for what he did to me and what he did to you guys."

"That's true," another of his friends interjected. He was the one who Cara had seen with him before the incident. He was the most injured from the fight, he sustained an injury on his head and had a plaster still on it with a swollen forehead. "We paid heavily to the authorities for damages after he injured us."

"We gotta make him pay, we need to find a way real soon. I mean very soon, even before the court hearing. He's gonna regret coming back alive," Tom threatened.