The cops were standing in front of him. He could tell from their number, and the stern looks on their faces. He had also spotted the identification card before the cop stuck it into his face. "We are the police. We have an arrest warrant to take you in…" "Under what charges?" Mr. Lincoln asked, even though images of all the atrocities he had committed in the dark started flashing in his mind. "Under the charges of embezzlement of company funds, drug trafficking and fraud committed against Mr. Van." The man said, staring at him with hard eyes that suggested he was going to use force if Mr. Lincoln didn't cooperate. "Drug trafficking." Mr. Lincoln repeated, although it was plainly from shock that they had found that out. How had they discovered that? No one had been to his home. The men began to bring out handcuffs, and Mr. Lincoln cast a spiteful glance at Charles. "You." He gritted out, with his fists shaking, eyes restless, and lips trembling in anger. Charles gave a little smile, and a bomb exploded in Mr. Lincoln's head. He grabbed a pen on the table, and rushed towards Charles, ready to hurt him badly, to unleash his anger on him. What was his deal with him? Why was he intent on destroying him? Why? Why?? Who was he? Who did he think he was? However, before Mr. Lincoln could get to Charles, the cops had gotten to him. They held his hands, and forced it backwards, prying the pen free out of his wrist. "Add attempted murder to that." Charles said, teasingly and the board members laughed, but behind Charles smiling face was deep wrath. Finally… it had taken years to finally be able to revenge his mother, and even up till the last moment, he was unrepentant, unapologetic, arrogant and annoying. He was everything Charles despised. "Damn you! Son of a bitch! I say damn you! I won't forgive you for this, nor will I forget it!" He screamed hysterically, as he was carted away. He finally understood why the letter had been lacking in the necessary formality. It was because they didn't really need to give him the sack letter. They had meant to arrest him.He kept on screaming as he got carted away, promising to get back at Charles and make him weep on his knees. He also screamed at the cops to let him go, that he could walk by himself, but the cops didn't trust him and insisted on holding him till he got to the car. It was a good thing they didn't let him go because he was willing to return, and hurt Charles. He couldn't take it. Charles had done the worst. His wife, and sons were still waiting for him. As he got dragged out of the elevator upon getting to the ground floor, so many people were shocked, and amazed, then came the photos and the videos. He couldn't even cover his face, and bowing wasn't enough. Whispers and murmurs were passed, and he knew it would make the headline news. Families would talk about it over dinner. He would be the talk of midnight discussion among excited teens, who only liked spicy stories. Of course his name would be everywhere. The successful man, who looked clean was actually dirty behind his facade. It was humiliating. What about Sandra and the boys? What would they do if he was taken? He couldn't handle it. Thinking alone of the disappointment they would feel made him sad. They had been counting on him to take them out of Charles' grasp, but he had gone cluelessly without preparing anything, and had been caught by Charles instead. He got into the police car, and was pressed into the middle by the two of them. Was he really going to go down just like that? Was that going to be the end of him? His heart burned with heavy anger for Charles, and his fingers were still balled into tight fists. What was the problem with him? Why did he intend to take it that far? Surely he had called the cops, but how had he gotten all that information. Maybe the other information about fraud and embezzlement could have been found out after some effort, but for the illegal drugs trafficking… He hadn't expected anyone to know about it. He didn't look like a drug addict, nor did his sons, and wife, or had Sandra let someone in while he was out? ~ Sandra approached her sons sitting in the relaxation center, talking. It was still hard to raise her head, and walk properly with her pride blooming look like a flower. Her husband had come to her rescue, but each time she wanted to dwell on those thoughts, the memory of washing the toilets, while the employees sniggered, and laughed, played out vividly in her mind. Nothing she did could erase that picture from her mind. It kept on replaying in her mind, and each time, it felt like people were still laughing at her. "What were you guys talking about?" She asked, sitting in between them. "Just Charles." Tyson replied, and her brows knitted together. "Why were you talking about him? His name doesn't deserve to be mentioned at all." She snapped, displeased. "We were not talking about him like he's some great idol or something. We were talking about what we'd love to do to him." Carlos said, placing an arm around her shoulder. "I will never forgive him." Sandra said. "Gosh. I just need a long, warm shower, and my soft velvet sheets, and pillows. I need to fall asleep in the comfort of my room once more. Maybe some shopping would also help when I wake. I'll having the boutique for new releases, and oh! Shoes, I need shoes." Sandra said, already getting excited with the thought of all that, and the boys grinned. She looked at them one after the other. "What's that grin for?" She asked, but they waved it off. "Oh, come on." "It's just ladies and how everything boils down to shopping." Tyson blurted out, and Sandra couldn't hold back her urge to laugh. "Of course! The smell of new clothes is lit. Just staring at the shoes and bags without a scratch on them is enough to make my day. I can stare at new things I bought for hours." She said, and Carlos shook his head in disbelief. "We're men, so is it okay if we don't understand your shopping obsessions?" He asked, and she nodded with a wide smile, and just then, two girls passed. One was pointing to them, talking rapidly, and the other was staring at her phone with wide eyes. "Guests haven't seen us cleaning the toilets, right?" Tyson asked, still staring at the girls who hurried past. "No they haven't. It looks like something is wrong." Sandra said slowly, as she looked around, and spotted more people looking at them with their phones in their hands."Like there's a sort of rumor about us." Carlos added, and Sandra frowned. What other rumor could there be. More and more people seemed to stare and most of them looked excited. A girl even had the guts to take a photo of them, and run away. Just then, a phone clattered to the phone, and both Sandra and Carlos turned to Tyson who was staring into blank space, his mouth open and a baffled expression on his face. "What's the matter?" Sandra asked, but Tyson looked like he was trying to sort out a lot of thoughts in his head. "What's the matter, idiot!?" Carlos bellowed in frustration, and picked up the phone that had fallen from Tyson's hands. Then Tyson opened his mouth to speak. "Dad… got arrested."