Obsessed

thirty-five | have fun

Hart seethed as he read the newspaper, Don Vatican did it again, his business was skyrocketing at a pace that he couldn't keep up with. It wasn't fair. Gullock Incorporated was supposed to be a regional monopoly, his father would be shaking in his grave knowing that he let it fall in the ranks. The competition made his blood boil, and he needed to cool it down, fast.

Don left him with no other choice but to dial Alex Cooper, the Gullock family lawyer, the guy who had a solution to everything. From tax fraud to money laundering, he knew just the thing to bring down TEIC Inc.

The phone call was quick, and within a few hours, Alex sent out a drafted plan to bring down Vatican.

Surely enough, if Gerald Hart knew about this he'd approve Hart thought to himself. His late father wanted the best for him, he wasn't going against his wishes...Was he? Don and Hart weren't the closest of friends, but no doubt would it be convincing enough to lie and say this was what Gerlad wanted right? Don was a generous man, doing good deeds for those that helped him and his family, with that, Hart's confidence grew as he reflected on Don's gullibility.

Gerald Gullock, the founder of the Gullock Incorporated, was a successful businessman, passing from terminal stage four cancer just before he could officially pass on the family business to his only child, Hart. This devastated his son to no end, and left him clueless on how to handle the company properly.

Because of this he grew jealous of Don Vatican's success, his father's best friend's son.

Emilio Vatican was Gerald Hart's roommate in college, although significantly poorer than Gullock, he had the brain of a prodigy, and Gullock being the good friend he was, gave Emilio a loan to start his own business, wishing luck to the man he saw an immense amount of potential in.

Little did he know that his business would prosper, prosper into one of the most successful multi-million dollar companies in the world.

Hart couldn't disappoint his father, even after his passing. He had no choice, the contract was the only way for the Vatican's to repay the Gullock's for their success. Without his father, they'd be nothing. As for Hart, without the Vaticans, he'd go bankrupt.

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Present...

Hart couldn't believe it. The autopsy came back not as he expected. Where were the cuts? The scratches? The handprints?

There was nothing, nothing at all. Not a single trace of alcohol in her blood even though she was borderline alcoholic.

She was dead and he couldn't go back in time to save her. His only hope, the daughter he fought so hard to conceive was gone.

"Sorry sir, but we need to get your answer, do you have any recollection of Sandra having suicidal thoughts?" The police questioned. Ignoring the man, Hart walked away, too busy questioning the circumstance. He didn't know whether to shoot up the place or collapse into tears.

Hart knew Sandra all too well. She loved her life too much to throw it all away. The only thing that was stopping her from reaching her full satisfaction was June Vatican, the boy she so eagerly wanted to have.

Once Hart introduced him to her, he knew he was set. There would be no problems on her end. She was a spoiled brat who wanted the best of everything, clothes, shoes, bags, and men.

Getting her to go along with the plan was far from challenging, the second she sat her eyes on June she was whipped, begging her father to set the wedding date immediately.

There was no way she had given it all up right before June was finally changing his ways. 'June?' He thought to himself...The June that had asked her out on a date, the June that formally apologized? At first he thought Sandra was lying when she told him her plans after their trip to Mar-a-Lago. Because of the announcement, he quickly called Cooper to inform him to not attack the little bitch who had stepped in the way of his plan. Amirlya Lomami, the pest who had full control over June like the witch she is. If she was out of the picture, then there was no need to get his hands dirty.

His precious Sandra, gone forever. There was no proof of it being a purposeful act, not a single camera on the site. A small restaurant owned by someone he didn't know, witnesses saying they saw her jump by her own will. None of it made sense, nothing seemed to add up.

His phone buzzed in his pockets yet he hesitated to answer, his body still in a state of shock with the thought of her jumping off that rooftop.

Finally he picked it up, the caller ID being no one other than Don Vatican himself, the last name he wanted to see.

He let the phone ring, not bothering to press the red button.

Suddenly, a text popped up after the last ring.

Don: My condolences good friend, have fun.

With a raised eyebrow, Hart swiped on the message to open up his phone. Before he could begin texting, he found himself falling face first onto the cold tile floor.

"Sir, you are under arrest for the death of Sandra Gullock and obtaining illegal substances. Remain silent or else we will open fire."