The Secrets Hidden In The Scars

Chapter 26: Don't Let A Sense Of Guilt Get A Victory

It's about six o'clock. Michael is now in his spacious office, sitting on a big writing table on the leather office chair, holding a ballpoint pen that he knocks at the surface of the table at times, and typing text on a keyboard with a second hand, while his eyes are pointed on a big monitor. As usual, this man looks decent enough. He is wearing an expensive, almost new gray shirt, dark blue pants, and black shoes that are so clean that they gloss. His half-gray, half-black hair is perfectly done, and his face is shaved and has no scars.

And while Michael, being absolutely relaxed, is sitting on the chair, in which he shakes and wraps at times, and thinking about something, someone knocks at the door of his truly gorgeous office some time later. The man quickly clears his throat, stopping to type something and getting sharply straight, and folds his hands on the table in front of him.

"Come in!" Michael exclaims.

The door quietly opens, and Eric Brown, who definitely has a wonderful mood, shows up on the doorstep.

"Mr. MacClife, may I come in?" Eric asks politely.

"Sure, Eric, come in!" Michael replies quietly and points to the sofa that is placed in his office.

Eric comes into the office confidently, closes the door, and sits on the sofa, looking satisfied and very proud. Though, his face and arms are covered with fresh, bright blue bruises that will be going for a few days, and it's possible to see even dried wounds that were bleeding strongly before.

"Damn, what's wrong with your face?" Michael opens his eyes widely, looking at Eric closely. "You are all in bruises and blood!"

"We have to take much to do what we need," Eric shrugs with a shy smile.

"Did you come to Catherine and ask her to treat your wound?"

"The men and I came back a few minutes ago. I did not see Cath in the living room and shortly came to you."

"Alright," Michael glances at the monitor of the computer for a second, presses on keys on the keyboard several times, but then looks at Eric again. "By the way, you look very happy. Much funnier than before."

"It's just nice when you successfully finish a business," Eric replies with a sly, slight smile.

"M-m-m..." Michael smiles much wider. "So, since you are so happy, I believe you have something to tell me."

"I do have, my lord."

"I really hope you delivered the piece of good news," Michael says proudly, squinting slightly. "What I want to hear from my most loyal helper."

"Do not doubt, Mr. MacClife, I have excellent news," Eric replies confidently with a wide smile. "And I can have the pleasure of making you happy with what will elevate your mood much."

"I always have a wonderful one. But still..." Michael folds his hands on the table, looking at Eric slyly. "Did you do what I asked you about?"

"We did everything you asked us about!"

"Did you catch the gal?"

"She is in your house. We locked her in the room where the old stuff that nobody needs is lying."

"Great!" Michael happily rubs his hands with a sly smile. "And how was everything?"

"I must confess that it wasn't easy."

"Did that beauty not want to go?"

"The problem was not only about it. The hardest thing was about your beloved nephew."

"Edward? What does he have to do with it?"

"He does, my lord. That boy began to pretend to be a hero again. He was protecting her so hard, refusing to let us come to her and behaving rudely toward us for the thousandth time. Threats did not impact him, and MacClife did not give up."