BEFORE NOON (On Hold)

Chapter 14- The Confrotation

Christmas is a traditional time. Traditions that recall precious memories down the years. The sameness of them all. While people are joyful about the festive season, the rest of the year even when Christmas is over, the lights of the world is still here.

Boxing Day comes, the day that isn't just for eating and making merry; it is also a day for giving out a helping hand to the needy and putting a smile on someone's face. People of generous hearts have a great time helping humanity.

As a tradition in D.M, they celebrated Boxing Day by giving out to people. The sidewalk where the giveaway was held, was the busiest that day.

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Vin watches his reflection from the mirror, as he folded the wrist of his blue sweatshirt.

He wore black skin-tight jeans, that had visible pockets at the knee cap. He folded the other of his wrist and straightened his shirt. Grabbing a blue cap that lay before him on his desk, and wore.

Satisfied with his appearance, he sighed and lifted his right hand to his face, and ran his thumb and middle finger on his brows.

With one last look at the mirror, he advanced to pick up his car key, from a drawer of keys. He slid out one and shut it once.

When his door slid open.

He didn't look back but stayed still. Waiting for who he'd suspected to have entered to speak.

"Already dressed Vincent"

He was right.

He turned to acknowledge him. "Yes Father" he stared at him.

Mr Gerald wheeled his chair further, looking anywhere, but him.

"You're still mad at me? Or the events of the day before Christmas?"

Vin said nothing and broke his gaze.

"Vincent, about what I told you...haven't you pondered on it?"

Vin walked back to his desk and grabbed his phone. Pocketing it into his pants.

"That child Emily had done what I expected to be done, and now the company's is in a halt until she calls it off. It is expected of you to come back home now and forget about representing me." Mr Gerald said once again to his son.

Vin still ignored him.

"You know Vin, I have been nipping myself for telling you about the accident. I can't help but to think sending you to the company is dangerous" Mr Gerald reasoned.

This time he caught his son's hot glare from the mirror. It was as though if he wasn't his father, he'd cut his throat out by now.

Thankful for that, he sighed audibly and waited for him to speak. Or act.

Vin broke his gaze again and adjusted his cap. Then slowly turned to his Father.

Looking from the floor to his face, where he'd dropped, yet, his hot gaze.

"It drives me insane at the thought that I would have lost you by now, and I even go the more hysteric at the thought, that It was an attempted murder!" He said with a clenched fist.

Gerald knew, understood and felt his aggravating feelings.

"You know me Dad. I believe you know too well that I won't stop until I solve this mystery. You Dad was almost killed! Someone orchestrated the accident, unfortunately, your friend lost his grip."

He looked away and added. "I pleaded with you last night to explain what the hell was going on, but you refused! Again, does that mean you'll continue to hide? " he turned back to him. "Now you're worried I'm endangering myself? on knowing the truth? That's bullshit Dad! because I'm damn worried about not knowing the truth, I'm sick of being in the dark!"