Can You Still Feel It?

It wasn't the company's official business, and so everyone could only bring their own cars. Eyes actually flew when some employees were spotted walking altogether towards the parking lot. What made them worth the look was that Sinclair King was walking in front of them. The executives didn't want to come with him, so he just invited those who were willing to go with him and Ainsley.

The wake for Stephen Abbott was finally open to strangers. Yesterday, the family wished to be on their own. As a show of their condolence, some people from the same office as Stephen wanted to visit him—the CEO included.

Actually, Ainsley was given the assurance that no one knew how Stephen really got into the hospital. He was safe from their ire. It just didn't sit well with him now that it felt like he was responsible for someone's death.

"Wow, Mr. President has so many cars!" one of the bubbly employees commented. This was the fourth car she had seen that was said to belong to Sinclair King. It was as if Sinclair had a car for every kind of occasion. Right now, another Sprinter was waiting for them, but it was fitted with seats for the passengers.

"There's a purpose for all of them." The third secretary chuckled as a response. Sinclair would never answer such a thing, and so the secretaries had to do it. Stuart was the designated driver, so he went on ahead to make sure everything was alright with the twelve-seater.

"Amazing!" The girl laughed out again, soon clasping her hands and eyeing Sinclair with reverence. It was as if she was starting to daydream about a man like him. She couldn't ask for the CEO himself, as she reserved him for someone else. Moreover, she couldn't handle someone like that.

Ainsley looked around and saw that their office used to be so tight. However, only a quarter of them could go today. Most had prior appointments or were uninterested, while the rest were hospitalized. Another two of them were already dead, sadly.

They got on the silver Sprinter and sat according to their closeness. The second secretary sat at the front, leaving the third secretary to cater to Sinclair and the rest. Not that she had to be very servile to them, but she just needed to ensure that Sinclair wouldn't be in such a bad mood. After all, they had no idea what those employees would talk about.

"No, no, they said it's murder…"

In the silence of the vehicle, some voices echoed. Upon hearing such words, Ainsley couldn't help but grow tense. At this, Sinclair only glanced at him before speaking, "What is?"

The man who accidentally spoke too loud shuddered. He then scratched his head. "Erm, Stephen's death. There were rumors that he was murdered instead. External Affairs said that it was from the complications of his situation in the hospital, but the nurses said that it clearly wasn't.

"Not that I am spreading terror, but I heard that the nurses noticed a strange figure that night he passed away. It seemed that someone injected something in his drips that caused his heart to stop." The man suddenly grew gossipy, even if he claimed not to gossip. While he spoke, even Ainsley went to take a look at him.

"…and what did the police say?"

"I haven't heard about that part, Mr. President…" The man suddenly remembered that he was talking to the CEO. Gosh, was he going to get fired?

"Don't talk about this ever again." Sinclair was aware of this, of course. "There was no proof that something was injected in Mr. Abbott's drips. Even if the police managed to uncover otherwise, remain quiet. Let the family deal with this first, rather than gossiping around without proof."

"Sorry, Mr. President." The man felt like his heart was going to break apart. He shouldn't have sounded so enthusiastic. After all, it was murder.

However, Sinclair only took advantage of it. Ainsley was feeling guilty, and now that he didn't have to break this truth to Ainsley himself, Sinclair made the other person speak. The third secretary looked through the file of the speaking man, but Sinclair only cued for her not to bother about it. He just asked her to contact Internal Affairs and do things to pacify the matter.

Both the company and the police didn't want others to know, only letting the family decide whether to pursue things or not. After all, they barely had any leads about the man. Moreover, he needed to make External Affairs work on those nurses who gossiped about the incident.

Roth was still missing, and Sinclair was also dealing with more things the longer he was.

…

The group then had dinner at a restaurant. It was Sinclair's treat, so everyone only took advantage of the treat. The food was already served, and they didn't have to order. Ainsley and the rest grew loud as Sinclair didn't join them despite the treat. He only escaped to the Sprinter while resting on the front passenger. The seat was pulled back, letting him lie down a bit.

His phone was still filled with messages. Everything he did to find Roth was coming up empty as if his brother had been deleted from the face of the Earth. He then growled as he tossed the phone at the empty driver's seat. A hand even flew to his face.

A knock came to the window, and Sinclair moved his eyes to the side. He saw Ainsley grinning at him and then gesturing at the driver's seat. Sinclair opened the door for the driver's seat, and Ainsley climbed in with a few cans of beer and food that he packed from the feast.

"Mr. Stein was supposed to give these to you, but I came to take over." He opened the packages that were clearly not Stuart's handiwork. Sinclair only chuckled and ate the finger food with him.

"Sinco, any news about Roth?" Ainsley knew that Sinclair was still in the dark, based on the reaction he got from the brother. The human then sighed before he swirled the contents of the cold can. "Sinco, can you fly? It might be faster that way."

"You want to fly?" Sinclair lifted his brows. "I can, but I can't bring anyone with me. I'll look for someone who could bring us to the air." He then sighed weakly. "Can you still feel him?"

Ainsley nodded with a smile. However, the visions had actually already stopped.