His Wet Nurse

Unveiled truths (20)

It was two (2:00 am) in the morning when the private meeting ended, and Theodore was exhausted to his wits. There was nothing successful about the meeting they just had, everyone was ridden with suspicion and fear, the idea that the organization has no standing point with the new government brought a sense of urgency to them but Theo was more concerned with the Judas within.

Someone inside has been supplying their enemy with details of every of their activities, plans, and ways to sabotage his tenure and he was on the verge of discovering who it was, but after the two-hour meeting he just had with the members, he wasn't so sure anymore if it was just one man's plan or they were more of their members involved. It was sad, very heartbreaking that this had to be happening during his time. He felt like a failure, a useless idiotic human who'd let the dreams and sweats of his forefathers end.

As he stood from his seated position at the foot of the long table, Theodore wondered when it would all end. When the struggle for survival would eventually turn to full-blown chaos and madness because he's been surviving all his life!

There was not a day he slept with both eyes shut, it was either direct threats at him, at his business, at the years of family legacy. Now he'll have to endure threats of his son's life if that ever happens. He was exhausted! His mind was going berserk with worry, a looming fear of the expected end just like the way his father died.

Edgar Newman was a force to reckon with back in the eighties and nineties. His glorious legacy and that of his father were the red carpet for Theodore's silver lining.
While growing up, Theo admired the man who was his father, he was kind beneath the toughness, a shrewd leader, and most of all principled. Every heir to the Newman empire had to be, it was a prerequisite to being the next heir. But the world didn't mind all that quality in him, they still baited him for his kindness and eventually led the man to an untimely death.

He died months within the castle, long before the news spread through the media. It had been a front to keep the enemies from realizing that their true intentions had happened, for they would've easily come for his naive son, they would've torn his castle apart and reigned like they were the masters.

It was a clear picture of how young Theo had grown up as a stealthy, security-conscious, cold, and lonely man.

As Theo strode through the hallways, a determined look of despair on his face. Jose ran like the wind, pushing past some stragglers, and met up with his friend who was a few steps away from the hallway leading to his room.

"I—I don't think you should be going inside t_there," he said breathlessly as he bent to catch his breath.

Theo's frown deepened, he had a lazy look in his eyes as he watched his friend. "I have no time for your shenanigans Jose, I'll retire now, help me send off the rest of the guests."

"Wait! Stop!" Jose exclaimed with wide eyes before Theo could go any further.
"You should be aware that Lady Hobart is persistent and drunk... and won't leave the_"

"What are you rumbling off about now, Jose? If it's about Regina being in my bed then I'm aware of that already, I'll need every distraction I can get tonight."

Jose nodded, "I understand, I need to show you something." He began but Theo wasn't having it this time.

"I'm tired, show me tomorrow."

"No! No, it'll be too late for that." He pushed past his friend and stood in his way, Theo more amazed at his defiance. Rubbing his fingers on his temple, Theodore impatiently waited for whatever it was he had to say.

Jose dug out his phone from his suit pocket and pushed it towards Theo. "Look, you remember that man?... the secret agent who got involved with us a year ago or so?"