KIEREN
"Where the hell were you Kieren, we have been trying to reach you all morning." Rowan's voice snapped me out of my focus on the work.
A flicker of irritation crossed my features.
"Just had some personal business to attend to"
Ronan scoffed incredulously.
"Personal business? You disappeared without a trace early in the morning. Don't give us that crap."
Why do I have such nosy brothers.
"Fine, I went to see a therapist."
Rowan's eyes shot up in surprise, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"A therapist? You?"
My gaze hardened.
"Yeah, so what?"I responded with an icy tone.
Ronan leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What the hell for? You've never been one to spill your guts to a shrink."
My jaw clenched, a muscle ticking on my temple as I fought to keep my composure.
"It's none of your business. I had some things I needed to sort out."
My brothers exchanged a knowing glance with each other.
"Let me guess," Rowan began. "It's, the therapist. "
"What are you talking about?" I knew exactly where he was pointing at.
Rowan chuckled softly. "Whatever big bro. Just be prepeared for when she files a restraining order."
"I know what I'm doing." My voice was low and controlled.
"Restraining order just for going for a therapy? Our brother gifted the girl a 300 million dollars painting just because she looked at it for twelve minutes." Ronan casually informed our other sperm sibling.
"You did what?" Ronan's voice broke through the silence of my thoughts, his tone laced with disbelief.
But he calmed down soon after.
"But you know what, I get it. You are doing all of this because you see something in her, something worth pursuing. Just like I did with my wife."
"Tell me, Rowan, what on earth did Savannah see in you that was worth marrying?" Ron questioned Rowan with a mixture of curiosity and sarcasm.
"If you must know, Ronan, she saw the one thing you lack - a heart." Rowan pulled out his middle finger.
"As captivating as your banter may be, I'd prefer if you both focused on being productive rather than meddling in my affairs." I pinned them with a cold stare.
"Of course. Whatever the boss wishes for-
"What is that kieren?" Ronan's gaze flickered over the delicate handkerchief, his brow furrowing in silent contemplation. "Where'd you get this?" he asked.
I met his gaze head-on, my expression unreadable as I considered my response. "Found it," I replied casually, my tone tinged with a hint of defiance. "Just lying around."
Ronan's eyes narrowed, his skepticism palpable as he turned the handkerchief over in his hands.
"This is a lady's handkerchief."
A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned back in my chair, a flicker of amusement dancing in my eyes. "That's because it is hers," I admitted, my voice smooth and confident.
Rowan's gaze snapped up, his eyes ablaze with curiosity and disbelief. "You stole it from her?" he demanded, his voice a low growl that reverberated through the room.
I shrugged nonchalantly, my demeanor unapologetic as I met his gaze head-on. "She won't miss it," I replied dismissively, my words dripping with casual indifference. "Besides, it's a souvenir and it smells like her." It carried the delicate scent of jasmine and vanilla, mingling with hints of lavender and sandalwood, creating a harmonious blend that seemed to linger in the air, longer than necessary, distracting me.
"Brother, you are sick-
"Out." I commanded.
Soon after they left, there was a knock on my door.
I swear if it is them again, I will not hesitate to behead them.
"Come in." I answered.
Jayson entered my office, along with a laptop. His eyes wide with excitement and a thrill evident in the way he practically bounced on his toes.
He gestured at the seat across mine, "May I?" He asked.
"Sure." I replied.
He settled in the chair.
"So, what have you got?" I growled, my voice a low rumble.
Jayson's fingers flew across the keyboard, his expression a mask of concentration as he navigated the digital landscape before us. "I've managed to trace the source of the intrusion back to a rival organisation." He replied, his words punctuated by the rhythmic tapping of keys. "They call themselves The Onyx."
My jaw tightened at the mention of our adversaries. A surge of primal fury coursing through me. "And the team behind it?" I demanded, my tone laced with urgency.
Jayson's eyes flickered with a mix of satisfaction and grim resolve as he pulled up a dossier of encrypted files. "They're a formidable bunch, known for their cunning and resourcefulness," he explained, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words.
I nodded, my mind already racing with strategies and countermeasures. "Find out everything you can about them," I commanded, my voice cold and commanding. "I want their every move, every weakness laid bare."
Jayson nodded in acknowledgment, his expression serious as he delved deeper into the digital web before him. "Consider it done, boss," he replied, his voice tinged with determination. "I'll have their entire operation mapped out by morning."
A cold smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I met Jayson's gaze, a silent promise of retribution and dominance. "And Jayson?"
He looked up, meeting my gaze with a steely resolve that mirrored my own. "Yeah?"
"Make sure they understand who they're dealing with," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "Send them a message they won't soon forget."
Jayson's grin widened, a silent pact forged in the digital shadows. "Consider it done, boss," he replied, his tone filled with unwavering confidence. "Consider it done."