Fated to You

Chapter 28 - To love or not To love

Presiding over the immense empire which she has built from the ground up, carrying off her late husband's dreams well above and beyond any normal or average human being dreams of success, she stands in her office, looking down from the highest skyscraper in the city of Dallas. She pictures the sight of the State of Dallas as a chess board, calculating, pondering on which piece to move in order to acquire more power that will give her prestige beyond the borders of America. She's already stamped her name over the Middle Eastern seaboard, European, as well as African continents. She had conquered a lot in her game of chess and yet, her most regrettable and pitiful defeat had been the soaring of a young teenage love affair.

How, will she ever be able to bring about the demise of a love so young and prospering? Truth is, she's afraid for her daughter's heart. She's afraid that this love is doing nothing but soften a heart which she had tried for years to harden, to strengthen should that heart is faced with tribulations that will require way more tenacity than weakness, tribulations that will call for apathy rather than empathy, selfishness over selflessness. Freen is nothing but a plague to her daughter's heart. And she will remove that plague, that tumor, that hindrance, that bane to her proven existence, by any means necessary.

"Is the woman here yet Tracey?" she asks her assistant, typing up some type of schedule behind Mrs. Armstrong's desk.

She looks up from within the monitor to slide her glasses up, "Not yet ma'am. Although her arrival is expected by the secretary. I've yet received news from her."

Mrs. Armstrong sighs, "how long is this cop going to make me wait? I have better things to do."

"Well ma'am, I have warned you that this woman was not to be taken seriously."

"I perhaps should have listened to you." Mrs. Armstrong walks away from her window to settle behind her desk, "that idiot has yet wooed the heart of that pest Freen. I feel as if I've been doing nothing but waste my money."

"Indeed you have."

She frowns furiously at her assistant, instantly growing sorry for having made some kind of corrective remarks in regards to Mrs. Armstrong's actions, "In a world in which I pay you to comment on my actions Tracey, do part with your thoughts to me. In the meantime, please keep your words well-stacked away within that head of yours that does not require any sorts of thinking for the travail which I pay you to do."

Tracey lowers her head apologetically, "I'm sorry Mrs. Armstrong."

"Of course you are. Now," she leans back in her chair, "Will you please give that cop a call for I am growing impatient. I have important business to attend to."

"Yes ma'am." Tracey takes out her phone and dials Sam's number. Sam answers on the first ring, "Where are you?"

"Right here," Sam answers, knocking on the door of the office.

"Come in then," Tracey says and then hangs up.

Sam does not waste anymore minute and enters the woman's office. She diligently walks in the office whilst Mrs. Armstrong beheld at her with a serious, unhinged and detached eyes, "Mrs. Armstrong," she salutes.

"Ms. Tucker, how are you?" She smiles, the same smile which Freen finds unnerving.

"I'm alright ma'am. Glad to see you in good shape."

"I try to keep the youth in alive."

"Whatever you do, it works. Keep it up!" Sam compliments.

"Whatever," Mrs. Armstrong diverts her attention to her assistant, "will you please leave us alone. Try to get into contact with Nick and tell him to move forward with the plan. Have him deposit the money right away. We have no time to waste."