Chapter 31: Chapter 31
Chapter ~31 End Of Show~
Brian’s news of pulling a gun at an FBI was making the round. Somewhat it had filtered to the ears of journalists and finally made it to the days’ newspapers with the caption: ‘Boy pulls gun at FBI against granny’s arrest.’ Upon reading the news Mr. and Mrs. Coleman phoned grandma only to confirm it was a reality.
Brian was detained behind bars while grandma faced a group of four agents in an interrogation session in the IR room. The accusation leveled against was that the name of her farm empire Clean and Green was used to transact an ICT business which got a certain millionaire defrauded of a million dollars. The millionaire had reported to FBI to summon the CEOs of Clean and Green to answer to the accusation.
Sitting across the table, grandma dragged a smile, “Ladies and gentle men this is twenty first century. I am not the only company that goes by the name Clean and Green. There is a mix up somewhere,” beamed grandma, throwing a hostile stare across the panel.
Not when there is a clause. The name says Clean and Green farm Miami,” said one of them, reading from a paper and looking up at grandma through his glasses that rested on his thick nose. “And by our record there is only one clean and green in Miami.
“Yes, only one and it is the one sitting before us,” added another agent.
“Heh agents you need to check up meticulously. It may be clean but I don’t think it is green,” replied grandma.
“Excuse me ma’am it is all glaring here. Here is your contact address, I mean you r business contact address in blue which was used to defraud the whooping sum. Do you have any further thing to say?”another of the agents said peering at her.
Grandma winked, “You know you all have been in the middle class all your lives. You don’t know what it takes to be rich. I am a somebody so people foes and what-have- you will try to get on my nerves accuse me falsely and do all sorts just to show how much they envy me,” she said, paused staring at all of them and then saying yet further, do I need to tell you all this is impersonation. I have been in this business for more than fifty years and I have never siphoned anybody’s cent let alone one million, if you add that sum to my net worth it won’t make Judas Iscariot a bank owner. You have cited my office address have you cited my signature? That your house is white doesn’t make it a white house. Until I see my signature in blue I have no further thing to say unless my lawyer comes,” said grandma, sinking into her chair.
One of the agents cut in. “Your grandson committed a crime that is liable to send him to jai if he is found guilty.”
“I believe you happen to be the victim,,” she said, pointing at the agent Brian pulled gun at, “You stand breathing because he didn’t push a bullet into your skull when you almost stool on yourself.
“Your grandson has no right to pull a gun at an officer of the state,” one of the agents quoted. “He will be charged to court
Grandma shook her head, “Hell no Mrs. James bond, my grandson is mentally retarded and reacts more madly if someone is oppressing his grandma because he knows none of you here has a grandma that is as rich as his, whose name has been on Forbes. I have achieved financial freedom. I have written my name in the sand of time, I am not going to back off now you want to sue my Brian. If you want sue the both of us because I am not leaving that door without my Brian.
They glared at her in a moment of ear-splitting embarrassment. Grandma had her face down feeling uneasy and drawn from herself.
Kate and Tony were webbed up in state of the art Roll Royce cruising round California. They locked into themselves while the driver navigated them. Tony gummed Kate whispering sensual things into her ears and Kate was swallowed in aura of savor that she envisioned her affair with Tony to be a TV remote control in her hands that she could control it in her favor - of course in their favor and made sure they lacked nothing emotionally.
Where is your phone?” asked Tony, “I was dialing it earlier without reaching you.”
Kate shifted to a frown, “I smashed it. The leaked sex tape sucked into me so horribly that I smashed it.”
Tony held her tighter and pecked her brow, “I understand how you feel, sweet wine. We are gonna overcome and get over all this.”
She sniffed being thrown back to the sex tape and wishing it would not spoil the splendor of the moment and deprived them of the benefits of bonding. “I have been thinking,” she said, fondling with his fingers and agreeing within herself they would dialogue without offing their gloves- without fighting.
“Thinking about what?” Tony asked, stealing a glance at her and shooting an expectant face at her.
All the sex we have had did you record any of them? She asked coldly, believing the question landed on a peaceful heart and not a heart that would get mad at her soon
“And why did you ask?” Tony asked feeling like to unlock from her
“Because you have been the master of my body; the pivot of my heart and the moisture of my kiss. Would I be falling short if I ask?”
“All the sex we have had you have consciously indulged it so if I had recorded any you would be aware. Are you suspecting me of having a hand in the leak?
Kate cut in “Be careful of your choice of words.”
“What fucking choice of words,” Tony barked and Kate flinched from him like a ball would bounce from a bar upon being shot.
“What is wrong with you, Tony?” she asked her face building up red, “There is nothing wrong if I ask you. It has been you and I. “
Tony cut in furiously, “why don’t you ask your Brian.”
Kate’s eyes widened in anger at once, “Why do you always raise hell at nothing. It has been you and I even before Brian came into the box.”
He turned to the driver, “Driver stop the fucking car,” commanded Tony. “I say stop the fucking car,” he barked yet further, when the driver wouldn’t stop
And the driver pulled over as he alighted at once and said, “Enjoy your cruise, Mrs. Detective,” and slammed the door.
Kate kept staring and stroking her hair confusedly. End of show…