Chapter 21


    The Art Of Revenge


    Thalia’s Pov


    I dashed into the house, rushing straight to his bedroom room. My heart was racing as I gazed on the


    bed, but it was empty; then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him lying on the floor, covered in


    vomit, blood, and clots.


    My mind froze as I merely stared at him, the breakfast I had prepared for him undisturbed on the table.


    I was certain he was dead because he appeared to be quite grey from where I was standing.


    Nestor rushed in, bending down and rolling him over in an attempt to resuscitate him. I could hear him


    shouting out my name, but I was as still as a stone. He flipped him over and began pping his palm


    on his back like an infant.


    He then dashed to the bed, pressed a button, and the bed converted into a medical bed with a variety


    of medical equipment strewn over its edge. He dashed back to Brandon and dragged him to the bed,


    where he was fitted with an oxygen mask and a fluid bag.


    “Thalia!” He yelled at me. I suddenly awoke from my stupor.


    He dered, “He is alive, he is breathing.”


    I moved carefully over to the bed and held Brandon’s hand, he was so cold, unlike yesterday when he


    was heated up. I raised my eyes to Nestor and inquired. “Is this some type of cursed disease?”


    “I have no idea, not even the most brilliant minds have been able to solve it,” he said as he adjusted the


    room’s temperature. My mind was at a stalemate, and I couldn’t think of anything.


    I was so excited about informing him about the meeting’s sess, but it seemed like I’d have to wait. I


    just sat there, ying with his hand, as Nestor, much to my astonishment, began cleaning the room. I


    also noticed that he was familiar with theyout of the house and which doors linked to which rooms.


    “I believe we should put him in some hot water like doctors used to do,” he suggested when he was


    done.


    “Did you use to live here?” I asked, raising my eyes to him.


    “No, but I used toe up here when he was unconscious to see how he was doing. The doctor would


    secretly allow me in,” he exined. As he began removing Brandon’s clothes, I looked at him, puzzled.


    “Perhaps we should contact one of his physicians,” I suggested.


    “There’s nothing a doctor can do for him, Thalia; he’s just a vessel awaiting his fate. He went on to say,


    “All we can do is make himfortable.” I held down my wrath to scream at him. Brandon, unlike other


    people who betrayed me or pitied andughed behind my back, was the one person who was honest


    with me and told me what I needed to hear.


    He was sincere in his counsel and evenughed in my face. He was a sincere friend; he may or may


    not have had ulterior motivations in bringing me to his home, but he was a kind man. He didn’t deserve


    to die like an animal.


    When he started removing his pants, I simply turned and looked away. I heard Nestor giggle, but I


    didn’t pay attention. I only heard a will chair disappearing through the bathroom door. I was enraged at


    the world and Go d as I sat on my bed. Before I burst out, I decided to upy my mind.


    I went into the kitchen and started cooking. Nestor had already stated Brandon’s favorite cuisine was


    mashed potatoes and shrimp. He’d have to find a portion of food if he woke up.


    Nestor had showered, dressed, and tucked Brandon into bed by the time I finished. I noted the fluids


    hanging but his temperature and breathing were normal, despite the fact that he was still unconscious.


    “Do you suppose he was unconscious for a long time?” As I sat down, I inquired


    Nestor could only gaze down in embarrassment.


    “You should have brought us back here as soon as you didn’t get a response, ” I stated in hushed


    tones.


    “You have no clue who Brandon Fraser is,” he replied, raising his eyes to me. “When he gives you


    orders, you follow them.”


    “Is it worth it if he loses his life? I inquired, but he remained silent.


    “What is your rtionship with him, and how do you know so much about him?” I finally asked the


    question which was eating me up.


    “I’m expected to know who my boss is,” he replied.


    “Cut the nonsense!”


    “Brandon has made it clear that there is no rtionship; he is insecure, and I’m amazed he even let


    you stay here,” he indicated, perplexing me.


    “I assumed you were one of the girls he sleeps with when I came to pick you up, but yourpany


    speech? Is he assisting you in regaining control of yourpany?” he asked.


    I gave him a long look before nodding.


    “That’s Brandon,” he said, startling me. “He did the same for my mother, Maggie, I’m sure you’ve met


    her.”


    ” Maggie is your mother?” I was taken aback.


    “Yes, after Dad died, we were left with nothing, but Brandon hired my mother as the caretaker of his


    family’s home, paying her a great sry,” he said with a smile that suddenly became mncholy.


    “But then she had a heart condition and required a heart; she didn’t want to disturb Brandon, but I


    tracked him down and begged him.  My mum was put in front of the donation list and on a surgery table


    the next morning,” he exined as he sat down.


    “When she recovered, he paid all the costs and reinstated her employment. Her employment helped


    me be the pilot I am today, and when I heard he was hiring pilots, I applied and was recruited.


    Then we discovered he was ill. My mother offered to look after him, but he declined because he didn’t


    want help or sympathy. He dismissed us because he believes we are loyal simply because he gave my


    mother a heart. Yes, he is abrasive and difficult to work with, but he has arge heart underneath,” he


    noted.


    I was taken aback and looked at him in astonishment.


    “I know everything there is to know about him because I was the one who used to take him around the


    world. And when he got sick, I was the one who flew in all kinds of doctors, medicine, food, and


    everything else in and out of here, but when they gave him the one-month deadline, he fired me, and


    my mother gave usrge retirement payouts,” he added, staring at me.


    “Brandon is a strange man, as you’ve probably noticed. He treats anyone whoes close to him


    badly while entertaining the wrong people who are after his money. So are you only here because of


    his money?” he inquired.


    I just stared at him, trying to process what he had just said. “Wait a minute, you earlier said you were in


    high school together?”


    “Sponsorship to expensive schools was one of the benefits my father received when he worked for his


    father’s father. Brandon was aplete jerk to me during that time, and I despised him until I met the


    real Brandon, who was hidden behind the veil of hatred.” He stated this while looking at his watch.


    He stood up and walked away, despite the fact that I had not responded to his question.


    “Wait a minute, how am I supposed to look after him?”


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    As he offered me his card, he said, “Here is my card, call me if he gets worse.” He stated and assured


    me he would return first thing in the morning. As I nced at Brandon, I was left alone and unsure of


    what to do.


    Time passed, yet nothing changed. For leisure, I decided to take a shower. I got a text from Nestor


    asking whether there had been any progress, and I replied while looking at my watch. I walked to my


    couch after 8 p.m. and set an rm for every hour to check on him.


    Nestor awoke me in the morning. I promptly examined Brandon’s bed, but there was no progress.


    He remarked, “Good morning, you appear sleepy.”


    “We need to consult a physician,” I suggested.


    He walked into the kitchen with a bag full of groceries and said, “No, give him time.” A woman stood at


    the door, waving at me.


    “Mom This is Thalia, Thalia, this mom.”


    I waved as I remembered her from the photo; she smiled, but I couldn’t help but feel ashamed,


    remembering how she had bathed my filthy body and hair. She approached Brandon’s bedside and


    kissed him, assuring him that he would be fine.


    I couldn’t understand why Brandon imed that everyone had abandoned him when the two people in


    front of me cared about him. Or were they obligated to love him because he had saved Magie’s life?


    They lingered for a few hours before departing, leaving me to wonder.


    Another day, then another, and so on passed, I was starting to lose hope. Every day, Nestor would


    especially Magie.


    They certainly were nice people but I never told them how I met Brandon because Brandon never


    considered them family for some reason, so I opted to keep some things to myself. The board


    members, on the other hand, wanted to meet, they had made a decision, but I couldn’t meet them


    because Brandon was still unconscious.


    I just sat there, helpless, watching his tablet for updates, which, to my surprise, had my nickname as


    the password. It appeared brainless Thalia was the password for everything. To be honest, I was


    expecting a lot of porn or graphic content, but it waspletely free of both.


    I even had a front-row seat to Josh and Jessica’s wedding, which was the city’srgest and most


    prestigious event. Jessica had ensured that such was the case. All the rich and famous that had time to


    waste attended and I didn’t take my eyes away as I watched from beginning to conclusion of the


    ceremony.


    I suppose it was because Josh was joyful; Ipared his happiness to my wedding, and I would have


    noticed the red gs if I hadn’t been so in love with him.


    Only when Nestor appeared did Ie back to reality. I needed to act as though I was on Facebook. I


    wasn’t sure if I could trust him at that point.


    A total of five days passed, I had given up, Brandon had twenty days left on his Clock. Nestor sat next


    to him, fresh after giving him his bath. “Thalia, you should meet the board; there are some amazing


    people on there who can help you reim your firm,” he said.


    “No, you heard them, they wanted to hear Brandon’s voice; they’re going to throw everything at my


    face and call me a bluff,” I said as I moved around the room.


    Brandon was never going to wake up; his body was going to shut down and die on thest day. Nestor


    urged me to rx and sit down, but I refused.


    “Thalia They will proceed with the takeover if you do not meet them, goodbye Mandel, goodbye


    Gentex,” he insisted.


    I screamed at him to stop but was brought to fault by a familiar voice, a voice that I had missed.


    “Stop making her do st*pid things,” said a tired cracked voice. Brandon waspletely awake and


    unplugging all the tubes when we both looked behind us.


    “Oh my Go d, Brandon,” I screamed in excitement, hugging him so tightly that I felt like I was going to


    pass out.


    He said, “You’re choking me,” as I swiftly pulled away from him. He was pale and feeble, and I could


    tell he’d lost weight. I was standing in front of Nestor, so he told me to move.


    He inquired, “What exactly are you doing here?”


    “I had Nestor’s assistance…”


    Before I could finish my sentence, he cut me off before; “how long had I been out, and who had been


    bathing me?” he asked, surprised. Of all the questions he would have asked he wanted to know who


    was bathing him.


    “Nestor,” I replied.


    “Nestor, you’re fired,” he said and told him to leave his residence. Nestor obeyed. I was astounded. I


    couldn’t believe my ears. Nestor grinned as he excused himself and exited the house.


    “Are you deranged? Didn’t you hear me? Nestor was here for you!”


    “It was supposed to be you bathing me, not him. I’d have woken up the same day because of an


    erection,” he bluntly stated without a care in the world. My Jaw hung in shock.


    My phone beeped, and it was Nestor telling me not to worry because he was getting fired for the


    hundredth time.


    I exhaled a sigh of relief and sat down. Per vert Brandon had returned, and he appeared to be in a foul


    mood. He quickly requested his tablet and began browsing as if he had just gotten out of a minia.


    He said, “Five days off my little time.”


    “Are you starving?” I inquired.


    “Your dumb pancakes, not food, ced me in this (sh it),” he expressed his displeasure by saying, “I’m


    upset.” I could see why he was upset; he had so little time and then squandered five days of it in a


    “I missed you,”  Without thinking, I stated


    He locked his gaze on me for a moment before asking, “Have they taken over Mandel?”


    “No, I offered them Gentex shares, and they went to think about it while the takeover was halted.” I was


    certain he would be angry with me, so I closed my eyes and waited for his insults.


    “It’s great that you now have two functioning brain cells,” he apuded.


    “They do, however, desire a meeting with Brandon,” I replied, ignoring his statement.


    “I’ll take care of everything, but what about Josh and that nasty Jessica?”


    “They just got married yesterday,” I said in a low voice.


    “You couldn’t even sabotage their wedding,” he yelled at me.


    I stared at him confused, we never talked about stopping their wedding. It was never in the n.