As the sun began to climb in the sky, the young billionaire roused from his slumber around nine o'clock, feeling both ambitious and restless. He shuffled into the washroom, splashing water on his face as he mentally reviewed the day's agenda.
Glancing through the sitting room, he drifted onto the balcony, where the sun warmed his skin and whispered promises of new beginnings. Yet, as he sat there, a storm of thoughts clouded his mind. "What if I die on the battlefield? Who will care for my young family?" The question gnawed at him. For a moment, an unsettling realization washed over him: perhaps it was time to reconsider his military aspirations.
"What do I truly lack?" he pondered, feeling a sense of discontent creep in despite his wealth—luxurious cars, expansive real estate, and vast lands at his fingertips. "Is it worth risking everything for glory?"
Just then, his wife, Soraya, appeared at the door, searching for him in their sprawling home. Uncertain, she ventured out to the balcony. "Why do you look so troubled? What's going on with my husband?" she asked, concern lacing her words. He simply smiled, trying to mask his inner turmoil.
"How about breakfast? You should join me," she suggested, eager to lift his spirits.
"Just serve me here, please," John replied. "And can you let my bodyguard know to join us?" he added, still aware of the silent tension growing between them.
Soraya hurriedly prepared breakfast but, caught up in her thoughts, forgot to summon Gregory. After what felt like an eternity, John decided to call him. To his surprise, he learned that Soraya hadn't passed on the message, an unintended snub in the air.
When Gregory finally arrived, the mood lightened as they exchanged greetings and settled down to eat. "Gregory," John began, his voice steady and commanding, "I've decided to bring you back as my bodyguard. I look forward to working with you on future ventures."
Nodding in agreement, Gregory felt a surge of loyalty. "You've always been the most dependable one, and that's why you're back," John added, recognizing his unwavering commitment.
"There's a generous compensation package in store for you," John reassured him, leaning forward, intent on seeing his safety guaranteed at all costs.
"Yes, sir!" Gregory replied, determination evident in his tone.
John continued, "You'll need to take an oath of secrecy soon. My dealings—business, social, and personal—demand utmost discretion." He locked eyes with him, and Gregory nodded, fully aware of the responsibility ahead.
With the decision made, John planned a visit to his rural property that day. They would leave at noon, but Soraya was blissfully unaware of this sudden plan. Perhaps if he had informed her sooner, it might have spared them both some confusion.
Taking out his phone, John quickly texted Soraya, letting her know about their impending trip within the next two hours.
When her phone chimed, Soraya blinked at the screen, disbelief washing over her. "Is he serious?" she thought, a rush of urgency propelling her toward the balcony to seek clarity from John.
At noon, the trio descended the stairs, dressed in their uniforms—John and Gregory ready for a day of adventure, while Soraya hastily prepped, unaware of the whirlwind of events waiting just ahead.
At the bustling parking area, tension hung in the air like a thick fog. John had his heart set on the sleek black Mercedes, but Soraya was steadfast in her choice of the bold white Prado. A playful dispute ensued, but ultimately, John conceded, not wanting to ignite a larger argument.
As they slid into the backseat, their child nestled between them, and the bodyguard—who doubled as their driver—took his place in the front. This marked a bittersweet reunion for John, who had been away from home for nearly three long years. Yet, Soraya's demeanor told a different story; she was less than thrilled, feeling trapped in what she feared was the beginning of a slow march back to rural life.
The car zipped through city streets, finally arriving at the Quiver Supermarket, a bustling hub in the heart of the city. As they strolled down the aisles, Soraya couldn't help but marvel at the mountain of groceries John was loading into their cart. She turned to him, curiosity piqued, "How long do you plan to stay out there?" But John simply smiled a hint of mystery in his eyes, causing her doubt to fester.
After a quick checkout, the bodyguard packed the bags into the car, and they were off again, but the atmosphere had grown heavy with silence. The couple was engrossed in their phones, each lost in their own world.
John scrolled through his messages, only to be jolted by a familiar name—Sheila. A grin crept onto his face as he read her words: "Hey, love, long time! Can we meet over the weekend?" Memories flooded back, mingled with a nagging sense of guilt. "I miss this soul," he mused, barely aware of Soraya's sharp gaze.
"Why are you smiling at your phone? Let it not be your slay queen trying to entice you!" Soraya shot back with a teasing glare, attempting to sneak a peek at his screen. But John was already one step ahead, swiftly deleting the message before slipping into a state of quiet unease. He shut down his phone, sensing the growing tension.
Three hours into their journey, the peaceful drive was suddenly disrupted when a traffic police officer flagged them down. After a thorough inspection, the officer discovered a severe oversight: the car's insurance had expired just thirty minutes prior. Panic surged within John—this was his responsibility as the family's head.
Time slipped away as he tried to negotiate a bribe, but the officer stood firm, embodying unwavering integrity. In a moment of desperation, he found himself handcuffed, a wave of disbelief washing over him.
Soraya's composure shattered; she burst into tears, unable to watch her husband suffer like that. The bodyguard, Gregory, a formidable figure, stepped forward. "Let him go!" he demanded, his voice booming. The officer's arrogance faltered as Gregory swiftly subdued him against an electric pole, a surreal display of strength causing the other officers to flee in panic.
Under duress, the beleaguered officer reluctantly agreed to release John—but issued a warning that reinforcements would be called for their arrest later. In a twist of fate, John produced his military ID, revealing his status as a high-ranking officer. The air shifted; the police officer's arrogance melted away as he realized the depth of his mistake.
Finally free, the family hurried back on the road, racing against time. The clock showed nearly four o'clock, and they had only covered a fraction of the journey. With Gregory now behind the wheel, the car surged forward at breakneck speed. The urgency hung thick in the air; they had to reach home before the rural roads became impassable in the dark and rain. Their adventure was just beginning.