The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 22

The Art Of Revenge

Brandon’s Pov

She stared at me puzzled; certainly, I was perplexing her and doing everything I could to hide my delight. I felt my life was over the instant I slammed into my own vomit. I feared I’d never see her beautiful face or hear her sweet voice again.

To be honest, I’d been awake since Nestor had stepped in and had been listening in on their conversation.

It was a bummer that I’d wasted five days, five days that I’d never get back. The man on the other end was adamant about my case. He wanted my torment to start on earth before I even reached hell.

I clenched my teeth and told her to get ready for the meeting the next day.

“So, we’re back to plotting? Just like that and we are not going to talk about what happened to you? ” she inquired.

“What exactly do you want us to do? Reunion sex?” I inquired, further enraging her. We didn’t have enough time, we’d missed too many days, and there was nothing on the ground for revenge.

I focused my attention on my tablet, as I checked all my missed emails. My private investigator had delivered all of Gentex’s secret documents that I needed. I sighed when I found what I was looking for.

Even though he had stated that the company was clean, I needed to go through them myself to be sure. I looked up as Thalia moved up to the bed and placed her hands over my tablet.

“Brandon, you were so close to dying, I believed you were dead, I thought I was never going to see you,” she said, avoiding eye contact.

“We lost time, Thalia, and I’m dying regardless; nothing has changed,” I responded, but she demanded that I consult a doctor. She stood up and reached for her phone, requesting one of my doctor’s lines.

“Thalia, I lose consciousness frequently; it wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last,” I stated in a solemn tone.

“ But Brandon…”

“Go and make something to eat,” I requested. Whatever it took to get her off my back. I needed to go through all of the paperwork and look for flaws.

She locked her gaze on me for a brief moment before disappearing into the kitchen. I promptly forwarded the files to all of my directors; the fact that they took over five days to respond indicated that they were interested in Gentex; I couldn’t do the work by myself because my head was a little foggy.

They began responding in seconds, asking for the percentage shares. Unlike other boards of directors, mine was made up of co-operating crooks whose primary mission was to discover tiny businesses and corporations that dealt with transportation and force them to be devoured by Mandel.

We bought them off, legally or illegally, if they refused. We anonymized the shares and went on to the next target.

Gentex was the new target, a company that was highly distinct and tough to corner, we saw it as a new challenge. We liked difficulties and were willing to take them on. I offered them 40%, but they declined, they wanted the company’s majority shares.

Which irritated me forcing me to put a bounty on Thalia’s company since she required complete control. They’d collect their sixty percent if they could find a solution faster than I could. It was a risk, but I didn’t have time to debate.

I scanned the company files for thirty minutes, looking for any abnormalities in how he stole the company from Thalia, but it was all clean. I looked through the court records and judgments for any loopholes or holes that the judge might have missed, but I couldn’t find any. The corporation was legitimately acquired.

Plan B was activated in place. I started looking for any shady or illegal dealings Josh Nelson may have had or been involved in. But, according to my private investigator, he was spotless. He only ever committed one crime, which was betraying Thalia.

I noted that none of my directors had contacted me, implying that they, too, were stuck. My head was whirling with the word failure as I hurled the iPad and roared in rage. Thalia was holding a plate of food when I brushed my hand in my hair and looked up. She slid it onto the table, moved across to the bed, and grabbed up the tablet, which she put aside.

She climbed into bed and asked for me to lie on her thighs, much to my astonishment. To be honest, lying on her chest seemed more appealing to me.

While messing with my hair, she said, “Take it easy, Brandon.”

“I’m running out of time, Thalia.”

She murmured, “Come here,” and snuggled me into her chest, as if she had read my mind. I’m not sure if she was attempting to motivate me or not, but it was enjoyable. Maybe I should have been slumping into a coma often.

“Brandon,” she exclaimed.

“Yes?”

“Why haven’t you lost your hair like most cancer patients?”

“All my tests never showed any recognized cancers, but for my pubic hair…”

“Hey, I was merely inquiring about your head hair!” She quickly blocked me.

I laughed out loud.

“On a more serious note, if Magie and Nestor genuinely care about you, why did you lie and claim that no one cares about you?” she inquired.

I shifted my head away from her chest and onto her thighs, suggesting that she had just spoiled my mood.

“Aren’t we all suicide buddies, Brandon? We are expected to be truthful to one another,” she stated.

I turned to face her, telling her that I was truthful and that Nestor and his mother were simply my employees.

“Brandon please, they are more than that.”