Capítulo 99: Chapter 99: The plot (unfolding)
One day Mr Timothy came back and announced that she was ill and she asked that her daughter helps her out in the kitchen while she recover. I asked Mr. Timothy about her whereabouts and even explained to him that we couldn't locate her. I suspected that he might have a hand in her disappearance but he vowed and swore to me that he didn't. He attributed it to the fact that she might have ran away out of fear. I accepted his speech but honestly, I was so scared and terrified of what would happen to us if she ever decide to open up. So one day, I told Mr. Timothy about my fears and he reassured me a hundred percent that nothing will ever go wrong. He promised me that she'll never talk and he was so sure about this." Barnabas paused.
He looked at Simon in shame. Simon have been nothing but good to him. Taking him in, loving him and providing for him and his family selflessly. He have been nothing but a loving, kind and considerate employer. Barnabas regretted ever betraying a man that believed so much in him, a man that heard him out and have him an opportunity when others didn't give a damn about him. "I'm so sorry Boss." He started sobbing seriously.
"Wow!" Simon let out a sigh. He had his suspicion that Barnabas must have known something. But it felt so difficult to truly accept that he could have a hand in such. "Have I ever wronged you?" He asked Barnabas as he felt so hurt being betrayed by him.
"No." Barnabas cried uncontrollably.
"We have a lot to talk about then." Simon said with a sad smile. "Tamil, take them to the drawing room. We need some privacy." He told the guard with his employees and he led all if them through a door to the drawing room. He was followed by another guard to help out. Once yhe door was shut behind them, Simon continued. "What was the plan all about." He asked Faith refusing to talk to Timothy yet as his anger raged. Talking with Timothy with such anger will definitely ruin the fun of watching him suffer as he might end up putting a bullet to his head out if impatience and anger. "I'm talking to you young lady. What was the plan all about?" He asked pulling out his gun from the beach of his trouser. He stepped back and took a silencer from Bruce.
"What was the plan all about!" He yelled as he started fixing the silencer to his gun. His raised voice and the sight of his gun sent cold chills and shivers down Faith's spine. She suddenly couldn't remember the man standing in front of her. Wasn't this the same kind man that offered to help her with her education? Wasn't this the same man that was so nice to her just few days ago? She suddenly couldn't remember him anymore. She sobbed and prayed for the ground to swallow her but it didn't. She turned to Timothy and prayed her could offer a sort of help or rescue but he couldn't as he was seriously terrified abd couldn't even raise his head up. "Do you need a repition of the question Miss?" Simon asked with his silencer now fixed. With one hand, he held a knife and with the other, he held a gun.
"No Sir." Faith sobbed. "I will answer the question." She replied.
"Good, cause you have my full attention now." He told her standing with his legs slightly apart and both hands crossed each other to opposite direction in front of his crotch.
"Tim," she called pointing at Timothy. "He contacted me and offered me a job. He asked that I come cook at the ranch and get paid so much money. St first I was sceptical as to how cooking would give me such huge amount of money. Oh!!!" She exclaimed cleaning the cattarh from her nose with the back of her palm. "I was extremely happy to get such offer. I seriously needed the money sir. I have a sister awaiting bone marrow transplant and it requires money. A huge amount." She explained.
"Hmm," Simon hummed. Let's go straight to the point. I just need a simple answer to this question. What was the plan all along?"
"He.. he ...., The plan was to add certain substances into each meal you take until your body finally collapse." She confessed.
"When did you start up the plan and when is the expiration time?." He asked shocked to his bones.
"Today, it was meant to start today. The substance was made available just few hours ago." She confessed still sobbing.
"What is your sick sister's name?" He asked her.
"Grace, her name is Grace sir." Faith replied.
"Such a beautiful name." Simon said with a smile. "Put that down Bruce." He told Bruce. "We should pay her a visit soon. What do you think? He asked Bruce who was now standing beside him.
"That would be great Boss." Bruce replied.
"Oh no!" Faith exclaimed. "Please, she's innocent sir. She doesn't know that I'm doing this. We were in need of money, I couldn't stay there and watch her die. Please I am so sorry sir. This isn't me, I am not bad person." She cried uncontrollably.
Simon turned to Timothy with anger, disappointment and so much hurt. "Have I ever wronged you Tim." He finally asked him with the calmest and most quiet voice ever. "Why did you agree to do this. I have always done everything for you and I made sure you never lack a thing. Why do you want me dead?" He asked. But Timothy hung his head in Shame without a reply. "Help him with his mouth, I guess he has a boil in his throat." Simon said to the guard standing beside Timothy and the fist punch fell on Timothy's cheeks as he winced in pain. The next one followed, a kick, a slap, another punch while Timothy cried in pain.
"I'm sorry!!" He shouted. "I'm sorry."
"Why? Why did you do it?" Simon asked.
"I was greedy Boss. I was stupid. I wasn't thinking straight. They promised to pay half a billion and I felt that I needed the money. Please forgive me. Tell him to stop hitting me. I'm in pains." He cried.
"Half a billion! Would half a billion suffice for all the times I've been there for you. Will it suffice for the trust and love I have for you? What can half a billion do for you Timothy?" Simon asked annoyed. "Who are they, Who want me dead?" He asked Timothy who hesitated to talk. "Help him." Simon told the guard who jumped into action immediately with Timothy screaming in pain. Faith cried alongside Timothy as she watched the gory sight in front of her while Barnabas sat on the floor praying that they don't remember him. Two molars and one premolar fell off from there Timothy's mouth followed by a gush of blood from his mouth. "That's enough." Simon said stopping the guard. "I'm listening Timothy."
"Timothy picked up his teeths, sweating profusely with his blood on the floor. "There is a man." He started. "He is the one I talk to. He refused that I meet his boss. I speak or get to meet him when he want to meet. He calls me. I do not have his number." Timothy replied.
"He knows that I'm here right?" Simon asked.
"Yes." Timothy replied.
"How did he know?" He asked again.
"I.. he.. I called him." He confessed and his confession was welcomed with a heavy kick and a punch. "Oh........... Lord I'm hurting. Please stop. Please stop." He begged and cried uncontrollably. Bruce brought Timothy's his phone to Simon.
"What did you save his contact with?" Simon asked unborthered with his cries.
"I don't have his contact on my phone." Timothy said. And the guard raised his hand to punch him again. "Wait, wait, wait!" He shouted. "I have the number by heart please. Don't hit me again. I will call it out please." He pleaded.
"Go ahead." Simon urged.
Timothy started calling out the number and once he was done, Simon smiled. "I'm going to call him, tell him that you need to meet. Let him know that it is very urgent that you speak to him. Tell him that it is about me and that...."
"I know what to say Boss." Timothy interrupted him. I will get him to meet you. Just tell him to stop hurting me please." He pleaded once more.
"I will think about that. Now go ahead with the convincing." Simon replied dialing the number. He turned in the phone's loudspeaker before handing it over to Bruce who took it close to Timothy.
"Hello," the first sound of a husky masculine voice sounded from the other end of the call. "What now?" The voice asked.
"There is a problem. He is asking a lot of question about his cook. He want to visit her at the hospital. I told you he cares for his employees too much. What should I do?" Timothy asked him.
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