-[Chloe PricexReader]- All Over Again ~Life Is Strange~

Chap 29: I Trust You (Past)

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"Sir, don't you think that's a bit cruel?" Tony asked, putting his gun aside and sat in the plastic chair in front of Mr. Prescott.
"What?"
"I mean, it's not enough you are planing to kill his parents, and now you're going to let him work for you?" Tony crossed his arms at his boss, even though fear filled his heart.
Sean only scuffed and chuckled before taking his mobile device out of his pocket. Scrolling through something unknown, Tony only waited for an answer.
"If you think about it, I'm actually doing him a favor."
"How is that a favor?"
"I gave him a chance to show his worth, and if everything work out, then. I won't need to take him out."
"Like you will do to his parents?" Tony said, letting his arms sway to the side. Mr. Prescott calmly and slowly lifted his head from his phone. Before sighing and gliding device on the smooth surface of the table, showing Tony its screen.
"Look at this, there is a one-point-five income drop, now why do you think that?"
Tony shook his, obviously not knowing the answer. Mr. Prescott slid the phone back into his pockets before crossing his arms and stared intensely at Tony, causing the dark skinned man to slightly fidget in his seat and gulped.
"As you know I am making preparations for a new business plan, Pan Estates. You can see, people living urban areas are interested in living in mountain towns or anywhere secluded and 'unheard of', or should I say places like this, Arcadia Bay. It will be a major bank, but ever since the plan was to a-go, and multiple interested clients. But it seems that as if the more we spend, also adding the money we earn,the numbers show that the more we are losing."
"Um, sir?"
"Michael (Y/S)'s parents are embezzling from the company. And even with the embezzled money they refuse to use it and spend it on their daughter's education, selfish people I could say. So really, that 'car accident' is really a favor to all the people here."
"You are a sick man." Rising from his seat, he snatched his gun away and stuck it into his inner jacket pocket. "They don't have to die, you sick bastard. Michael doesn't deserve this, he deserves to know the truth.''
Just as he turned to walk out the door,Sean Prescott chuckled softly though nothing in the situation seemed amusing. Before Sean slid his hand under the table, Tony turned around due to the unnecessary laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"This."
A gunshot being heard in the room, almost immediately, the big man fell to the ground, laying there limp. His hands stuck under his body, possibly was attempting to reach for his gun. Smoke raising into the air from the barrel, Sean stared at it as if it was his work of art. Blood started oozing out of his skull, the remains of his brain splattered on the white, now red coloured door. Sean groaned before speaking into a device.
"Clean up please. Now." Putting the device down, he wiped his gun and put it back into the holster that was under the table.
"They never listen. Never.''
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"Oh my goodness. Peter! Honey, come here." Hearing his wife's voice calling for him, he put down his screwdriver that was just poking about with a miniature car and walked out of the garage, towards his wife who was currently in the kitchen. Grasping a cotton white paper in her hand, lips agape, the other free hand covering her face in shock.
"Catherine What's wrong?" Feeling confused, the middle aged man stood beside his wife, browsing the words on the paper that his partner was holding.
"They're giving us a raise, for this new plan. I-I don't know what to say, this is more than enough to pay for (Y/N)'s education," She paused, "And to take over the company."
"Cathy, don't you think it's enough that we are taking more money than we should, accepting this raise? Now you want to take over? What happened to our plan? We get all the money we need, get the hell out of this place. Go on that trip you dreamed of, and forget everything. We don't need to rely on Michael and (Y/N) because we are going to be filthy rich. Let's just get the money ok?" Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her tenderly on the cheek. She immediately pulls away, slamming the piece of paper on the counter, shocked at her actions, Peter crossed his arms in distraught.
"What now, Catherine?"
"Sean Prescott is going to be the death of this town, this will soon be ''Prescott Bay', people are going to lose their jobs if we don't at least help-"
"Jesus Christ Catherine! You don't have the right to help! We stole money from him, and if he finds out we stole it, we are dead. We have no other choice, godammit Catherine. When are you going to realise that we are now criminals, we are no better than Sean Prescott. Face the facts, we either do this now and get the hell out. Or we wait for our death."
"But what about Michael and (Y/N)?"
"You had the right to think about that before you decided to steal."
"Oh Peter, what do we do."
"Wait it out, we hit the number, then we leave." Hugging her husband tightly, she sobbed into his shirt and clutched onto him for dear life.
"I'll make sure my cousin will take care of Michael and (Y/N) if we're gone."
"What kind of gone are you talking about."
"I don't know honey."
"Are you sure Robert is going to do well?I mean he already has his own son to worry, Damon?"
"It's Devon, and it's Robert Sullivan we're talking about here, he's a strong man and a reliable one. Trust me on this."
"I trust you."