My Dream Marriage

“I don’t need self pity from my father and you know that. I have my own money, my husband is rich so I wouldn’t need to do anything so that I could get anything from him. I have enough already,” she says boastfully and I chuckle.

“Your father? The last time I checked, your father abandoned you at an orphanage so I don’t know how my father could be your father. Anyway, I need you to sign those documents declining that inheritance as soon as possible. You have no right to have them,” I say.

“I will do no such thing George. Why are you so greedy? You want to take what belongs to me right, that’s understandable but what about taking what someone has worked hard for? Isn’t that pure wickedness?” There we go.

“What did you say?”

“I know you are planning on taking all the shares of this factory business from Mr Brown. You want to take what he has worked hard for, why?”

“Because the problem with Mr Brown is that he was more intelligent than I was in school. I had to rely on him so that my father would at least feel proud of me. This factory, half of the capital that helped start it, was funded by my father and I want everything that my family has taken part in to be mine and mine alone. I want no outsider to reap where they never sowed. And you, I need the documents signed tomorrow. You talk to my father and make him transfer all that he had given to you back to me. Are we clear?” I say but she shrugs.

“No George, I am not and to let you on the brighter side, I have a recording of you planning your evil act against Mr Brown and the conversation that we just had, is recorded in this camcorder.” She retrieves it from behind a shelf and holds it in her hand. “I will take this to Mr Brown and tell him about it then show it to dad too,” she adds.

“You will do no such thing.” I dare her.

“Try me,” she dares me back. She is beyond control now, If she does that then I am doomed. Mr Brown would withdraw his shares and my father would even disown me. I open my small briefcase and draw the small revolver and point it at her.

“You give me the camcorder and I let you go,” I say but she shakes her head. “No George, you wouldn’t kill me. I cock it and she tenses and runs to the window. “Give it to me. You won’t be able to jump down from here because this wall is a boundary between the factory and a wild animal park so do the right thing and give it to me,” I say but she is not backing off. “No,” she says and opens the window ready to jump but I fire the gun at her making her move back a few steps. She takes in a deep breath and moves to the window, looks at the camcorder and throws it outside with all her might as I fire another shot at her. She falls back and a pool of blood forms around her. Jacobs comes in hurriedly but when he sees Zara on the floor he relaxes.

“Should I dump her sir?” He asks. “Not yet, come, I need to see where I need her to be dumped first. I need my plan to work out. And after this, you have to find that thing before someone else finds it. Let’s go.”

A moment later, I am all set and ready for the final activity before I go home. Jacob and I carry Zara’s body to the first floor where the right machine is for carrying out my mission. “Have you made sure the machine is off?” I ask Jacob. “Yes sir, it is all set and whoever comes first may be forced to switch it on because it shouldn’t be off no matter what.”

Yes, the machine is designed for running all the time so I just have to make Mr Brown do it before anyone else does. After we settle her in the crusher, I leave the factory and let Jacob do the cleaning for any evidence that could lead us into trouble, leaving everything to unfold by itself.

I get home and just as I left, my wife isn’t at home yet. Eric is seated alone and still reading his book. “Eric, why are you still up this late? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping by now?” “Not yet dad, I am still studying for my qualifying exam.” He says. “You go to your room, you have two weeks to do that. Haven’t you been studying for the past fourteen years?” I don’t understand how he is so serious right now in his second year in college. He should not pretend right now.

“Alright dad, good night.” He says and climbs the stairs to his room. I need to call Brown right now for my plan to work out. I take the land line and dial his house number. I hope he will be the one going to pick up.

“Hello, George. How are you? I haven’t seen you today,” he says when we connect on the line. “Yes, I have been busy today and that is the reason why I called you. I still have business to attend to in the morning so I was thinking if you could be the one to oversee tomorrow’s activities. Unless you are busy tomorrow too.”

“Not at all, I’ll be there early in the morning, you know I prefer when my work begins early and gets to finish early as well so everything will be taken care of don’t worry.” He says, just how I wanted this call to turn out and the words I needed to hear.

“Alright then, I will see you later in the day. Enjoy your night,” I say and hung up. I freshen up and get to bed, I want to be well rested for the big news tomorrow.