The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Sixty-Two – Bomb Attack.

The coffee cup was almost slipping from her hands when she caught it. Stephanie grinned at her reflexes. What was with her these days?

Her body seemed to react to things faster and she could easily multitask. Also, her work wasn’t as hard as it used to be.

She walked down the stairs, shaking her coffee cup, on her way to get more coffee. She stopped judging herself for the addiction, she needed it.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

A man wearing a leather jacket, holding a bag, brushed past her as she got down. He glared at her, looked her over then smiled.

“Oh, hello. I am a plumber, I’m to fix something. Can I know where the restrooms are?” he asked.

Something was off with the man. Stephanie felt it, the way he brushed past her like he was in a hurry and she was bothering him, then he glared before wearing a smile, one she knew was fake.

Her brain reminded her that it was like her meeting with the Milk Vendor man, who later turned out to be Beta Cole sent to spy on her.

But this man, who sent him?

“I’d take you there. Follow me.” She marched to the rest rooms and the man followed behind her. She looked over her back and observed the man looking around while coming.

He got to the toilets and smiled again. “I can handle it from here. Thank you.”

Stephanie shook her head. “Welcome. I’d stay here incase you need anything.” She grinned.

He shook his head immediately. “I won’t be needing anything, you can go ahead and do what you were doing…”

“I wasn’t doing anything!” She interrupted with raised voice. “Fix the damn toilet, sir.” She added with less volume.

He dropped the bag carefully in the ground. It didn’t sound like tools were inside. Just one heavy metal. He sneakily brought out a spanner.

Stephanie watched what he’d do with the spanner. The toilets weren’t bad and she knew she didn’t call for him. Who was he exactly?

She acted like she was making a call and texted Nathan. ‘Suspicious man at female toilet. Hurry.’

“I’m done.” The Man announced, holding his bag.

Stephanie checked. He didn’t do anything. The toilet was as it was. “You know I won’t pay you for this. Are you even a plumber?”

The man chuckled, “I did something. It works fine.” He flushed the toilet and it worked fine.

Stephanie shook her head and turned from me. “Get out. You just wanted to enter the Pure Silver Building, didn’t you?”

He’d be a crazy fan who wanted to see around. She almost left the restroom then noticed he wasn’t walking out with her. She turned.

He was pointing a gun at her! And the bag was wide open, revealing a metallic steel machine that had a timer attached to it – a bomb.

She closed the door back and stayed in the room. “Put that gun down now!” she yelled. She was stunned her voice wasn’t frightened but strong.

Is she crazy yelling at a man with a gun already fixed at her? She find herself advancing to the man who went back, flinched at her audacity.

“I said put that fvcking gun down!” Stephanie was sure she had lost it. She swore, and at work place. Something had gone wrong in her.

What snapped her from her thoughts was the sound of gunshot and the man inched closer to her. Her whole world went on slow motion.

Her life flashed before her eyes, she felt the burning sensation of loss. Loss of her own self. Her dreams. Why did life treat her like this?

Her body snapped out of it’s trance and she find herself being spun around, and hitting the wall. Nathan was before her.

He touched her head, then her cheeks. “Are you okay? Wait here.”

She was breathing fast, trying to understand what just went down. She was shot at. She was saved. It happened so fast.

Her legs felt like cold pasta, they had no warmth. Her skin hairs stood when she heard more gun shots. She slipped to the ground and blacked out.

Nathan heard the thud sound. She had fainted. It was better she did. He twisted the man’s hands further till he dropped the gun, groaning in pain.

He sent a kick to his groin and blinked twice, trying to suppress his eyes from changing to flame blue. How dare this intruder?

Throwing the man to the wall, he took the bomb that was to go off in twelve minutes. Actually ample time to get the police to the scene.

He heard the whirring of the van. They were here. He had called them immediately he got the message. It was the human thing to do.

“Stephanie! Stephanie?!” He shook her but her body was pale and cold, it still shivered. In one swoop, he lifted her from the ground.

As he left the restroom, he noticed blood seeping from his two bullet holes. He didn’t know when he got those. They’d heal though.

Within the next two hours, he gave a live report on the attempted bomb attack at his building.

The live was to inform the perpetrator that his plan failed, that’s if he didn’t already see the building not blow up after twelve minutes.

To add salt to injury, he informed of his secretary being shot at. He stopped the report there and let the media go on with the pity party.

Soon all the national news carried it. Bomb attack at Pure Silver Company saved by the CEO. Secretary shot at.

At the Ernests House, Mr. Ernest just switched on the television, and open the bread bag. He’d been trying out the new flavors of the time.

He barely caught a glimpse of Nathan making the report, but his eyes shot up at the television on hearing Pure Silver Company.

A picture of his daughter from Garcia’s birthday, that reporters had taken, was in television and the words from the reporters mouth almost made him choke.

“Stephanie?” he asked rhetorically rising from the couch. His eyed widened when the reported added that she was shot and was hospitalized.

A feeling of distress and fear pressed unto his heart, his heart jumped sending pain around his chest region. He pressed his hands against his chest, gasping for breathe. “Steph.. han.. hanie.”

He collapsed on the floor, just as Macy ran down stairs. Seeing her father on the flour, muttering sounds made her scream, alerting her mother.

Mrs. Ernest rushed to her husband, trying to give CPR when she looked up at the television. “Oh my, Macy call the ambulance and then call Nathan.” The girl nodded, and ran off.

“Oh my, darling, please, please.” she shook her husband but he didn’t move. His mutterings died down and he closed his eyes.