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The Vice President Directive 17 The Origins


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I know it was only a matter of time before you get them.”

      The detective looked surprised and confused.

      “Are you sure the cameras were working? What kind of robbers are they? Stealing all that money? Leaving clues behind?”

      “There you go that can explain also my reactions. I thought they were bluffing.”

      The detective retrieved his cellphone and dialed a number.

      “Okay, Mr. Trenton. I think I must watch the CCTV footage first. I will be in touch.”

      The detective walked to the door and was about to go outside the bank managers’ office.

      “One last thing. Are you sure they did not threaten you personally? Not related? Do you know any of them?”

      “What are you implying Detective? Like I said they did not threaten me directly.”

      Detective Kristy a tall slim attractive and fit woman with long but nicely tied blonde hair entered the office. She sat down before her cellphone started ringing.

      “Yes Braden. What’s up. What did you get?”

      “You won’t believe it. Either they are amateurs or very cocky. They left the CCTV untouched.”

      “Yeah. I still recall all witnesses saying they were wearing masks! So, no big deal. Give me something I can use Braden.”

      “This is something. Surely, we must watch the footage. We might get clues. A tattoo or something. I don’t know. Get the evidence processed quickly. I have a gut feeling that there must be something we can use.”

      “Come on Braden. What did the others get? Didn’t they have the CCTV footage? I need something I can use. An electronic-Fit or a witness statement or something.”

      “I am on my way there.”

      Soon after the line went dead.

      Detective Kristy was startled by her pager.

      “Sugar!! Son of a beast,” she cursed.

      She looked at the pager and soon left the office. She walked in the long corridor ignoring Detective Paxton’s taunting. A brief knock at the door and the door was swayed wide open. Inside were two other detectives.

      A man smartly dressed opened the parked car door and got out as soon as another car approached from the other side. He pulled down the suite jacket and straightened his bow tie. He moisturized the tips of his fingers and slightly stroked his hair. He had a sleek clean shave. He felt a million-dollars as evidenced by the way he walked. The look on his face said it all. This was no other day. It was a very important day in his life. At sixteen he had dropped out of college. This was his first job interview. He was excited, very excited at the prospects of becoming a working-class citizen. He worried if he had made the right decision; dropping out of college. The car stopped and Cynthia, a very attractive lady got out of the car dressed-to-kill in a short dress. The couple were in each other’s hands in no time.

      “Thanks for coming. This means a lot to me. I am ready.”

      Cynthia smiled and landed a kiss on his lips before they walked toward the office blocks. Bradley opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a luxurious hotel room. He could hear the shower water. Ever since getting his new job life had never been the same again. His job could mean him in a different city every weekend the main thing he loved the most. He knew this was very healthy for their relationship with Cynthia. Dynamic and different. The company paid for everything. He knew he had made the right decision dropping out of college. The past three years had been the best he had had. Suddenly the shower water stopped running, and he heard Cynthia’s shouting something from the bathroom.

      “What did you say darling?” asked Bradley.

      Cynthia entered the hotel bedroom with a towel round her body.

      “I said I want to go shopping.”

      “You know I have to do my job first.”

      “I know. I can go on my own. I need to stretch my legs anywhere.”

      “That’s alright darling.”

      Cynthia left the hotel room and headed to the city center for shopping leaving Bradley doing his work.

      Bradley got out his laptop and started typing. He connected an external hard drive and kept typing. He paused and looked around thinking. He noticed Cynthia’s bra under the bed. He smiled and pondered his life with Cynthia. He remembered the day of the job interview. She had stood by him. Life had been a blessing since then. She had trusted him from the very first day they met. She was completely different from Sienna. Sienna was the most beautiful girl he had laid eyes on. She was very beautiful and a perfectionist. She was like an angel with everything small, a small nose that made her accent sound sweet and sexy with small perfect lips as compared to Cynthia’s. She wanted everything to be perfect. All she talked about was getting married first before even contemplating sleeping together. To Bradley she was the ultimate dream girl for him but to be honesty getting married was a very remote idea for him. He had dropped college at sixteen with no prospect of finding a job or any concrete plans of how he was going to support himself let alone miss-angel-Sienna. Even the talk of marriage at that age made him resent the idea. Later he found his love for Sienna changing with every date they had. He had a lot to deal with and Sienna kept pushing and comparing their relationship to others. The day he met Cynthia was after one of their burst-ups. He had walked away. He knew, or should I say he hadn’t anticipated to be as successful as he ended up being. Sienna was a high maintenance lady with a huge taste of the best life had to offer. Too much pressure. Complains after complaints had driven him mad. He knew he had to let her go and let her have a man who she deserved. Someone rich enough. Someone who understood her. He knew he had to let her go. It wasn’t easy though. He truly loved her. In fact, he loved her very much to let her go. He knew it that he was never going to make her happy. They loved each other no doubt. It’s just the pressure that was too much for him. The expectations were very high. He remembered crying himself to sleep the day he walked away from her. But somehow, he found solace in her complaints that he never really felt how much he loved her until years later. I guess her complaints had suppressed his feelings for her that it was easy to walk away but he truly loved her. He remembered the look in her eyes that one afternoon. She was the woman of his dreams. The love of his life yet he managed to walk away from her leaving her standing there in tears. It was such a traumatic day for both. They had just quarreled. He had no job. He had just dropped out of college. She had thrown the million-dollar question. How was he going to provide for them let’s say if he got her pregnant? He knew she had a point. It was a question he had no answers to. It was a question he had been asking himself. He looked at her. He saw the passion in her eyes. He could read that face like a book. He knew he had to leave her. He had nothing to offer. In life sometimes, there are situations when just love is not enough. She was like an angel. She deserved the best life had to offer. She had cried numerous times in his arms. All the tears and complaints were starting to show. He knew he would dislike himself if that angelic face was to change for the worse because of him. He knew to love her was to let her go. To love her was to exchange happiness for her for his selfish dreams. Another day another cry was to leave scares on that gorgeous face of hers something he never wanted to associate himself with. Bradley although he struggled during his early years he understood and valued beauty, probably the main reason Sienna loved him in the first place. He knew God created some on days when he had a lot of energy and very enthusiastic that he ended up showing off and that was one of the days he created Sienna. Everything about her was in perfect detail. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on her. He could see God himself. The way she was brought up had a lot to do with her attitude as well and probably the main reason behind her complaints. To Bradley the things she considered as basic, a huge house, a car, a good education and all the best life has to offer were dear things you must sweat for. Now that he had everything even though that seemed distant those days. He sometimes wondered what if he had stayed with her through thin and thick? He knew she was right but at the same time he never really regretted it. He had put her happiness first something he would not trade for even today.