Mr. Thatcher

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Xander threw his phone on the table after he saw the content, punched an intercom button and leaned back to his seat.

His secretary's voice, Linda, greeted him. "Yes, Mr. X?"

"Linda, please arrange my departure to Bora Bora right now."

"Sorry, sir. But you already have a dinner arrangement for tonight. It is Mr. Thatcher's birthday party."

Xander looked up at the ceiling in his office room, he spent most of his time for almost two weeks in this luxe-looking space.

"Oh yea, I forgot. For tomorrow morning then. Cancel or postpone any important meetings. Thank you, Linda." He ended the call.

The police and his men made an enormous progress to catch the motherfucker, Daniel Rodriguez. They just need him to come out of his hiding place.

On the day Clara and all of them went to South Pacific, Daniel launched an attack by sending assassins to the mansion. But his action was caught the day before because Xander had hired a professional hacker, Jeffry, to breach all of his communication security.

It was a tough task that was why he couldn't come to the mansion for some times, two of the assassins were dead and he lost a guard on the attack.

They managed to let one lived, just for interrogation purposes. But the man Daniel hired never know his whereabouts. Once again, they were on the dead end.

Jeffy had blocked all of his capital source, if Daniel still had cash then it wouldn't be able to operate big attack.

Since he was on chase, his illegal businesses were exposed by the media. The government took a quick action to shut down all of it. Even the corrupt politican couldn't help him.

He was really fucked up this time. Xander only need him to come out of his hole and he was sure the motherfucker will.

Linda knocked the door and brought in his new suit.

"Are you sure you don't need to go home to freshen up a bit, sir?" Linda ask with a worried face.

She knew that her boss was a hardworking person but he never spent almost two weeks in this room, only went home to his penthouse for a couple of hours then came back again. He even sleep on the sofa if he could close his eyes for a nap.

"No, I have to finish it before I go tomorrow. Thanks, Linda."

Linda set down his suit on the sofa. "I've arranged your departure, sir. I'll head home first if you don't need anything."

Xander just grunted his permission so Linda bid him good evening and closed the door. If Mr. Thatcher's birthday dinner was not that important, he would've fly off to Bora Bora this night.

He had arranged their sudden trip for a week to ensure that all of the mess on the mansion would be resolve before they return. He made no promise to follow them, but Xander was a little annoyed that they had fun together while he couldn't have enough sleep and worked his ass off to keep them safe.

He finished signing up the document and changed his work suit to deep grey textured suit for dinner, then walked out of his office room.

"Good evening, Xander! Thank you for your time to attend my birthday party, knowing you're a workaholic person." He laughed merrily.

Mr. Thatcher was a bearded but bald man, slightly red-faced, fit-looking middle age man. A real estate tycoon who had power in government, had no compassion or empathy for others and used his wealth to resolve problems.

Xander shook his hand, "Happy Birthday, Mr. Thatcher. Wish you endless success." He smiled slightly at the old man but fire smoldering in his green eyes.

"Thank you, thank you.. I've received your gift, Xander. That was thoughtful of you.. What an amazing piece of art work, I love all of this artist's works and you got to buy his new design." Mr. Thatcher clapped his hand in amazement.

He knew Mr. Thatcher loved to collect art, beside money.

"I'm glad you love it, sir."

Then he said to the man standing beside him, Xander knew the man as Mr. Thatcher's business partner. "He is the man I'm talking about, built his business empire and success at such a young age. Do you know each other?"

"Oh yes, Xander Hernandez right? We've met in several business parties, but never had the chance to get to know you." Said the stout and short man.

"Good evening, Mr. Fortner. Pleased to meet you."

"I've heard great things about you, Xander. Maybe we should meet up sometimes, of course with you too, Thatcher." He laughed to Mr. Thatcher who felt abandoned by his friend.

Xander forced a laugh from his throat.

"Come inside, grab a drink and enjoy the party." He said and patted his back before he leaned over and whispered. "My daughter is already inside. There she is."

Mr. Thatcher pointed at the tall and slender woman with long platinum blonde hair, one hand holding a tulip champagne glass and laughing at her companion's words until she catched him standing there with her father.

He approached in unhurried manner of walking, looked straight at her and she smiled seductively with hooded eyes at him.

Xander successfully endured the agonizing party, met some new business acquaintance, when all he wanted to do was to walk away from this goddamn party and shrug away the woman hanging on his arm with a sweet smile.

He flew to Bora Bora the next morning and managed to have some sleep in the private jet. He arrived at the luxury resort with head was still pounding from the lack of sleep only to find that not a single person occupied their bedroom.

Xander headed to the beach after one of the hotel staff told him the information, his black expensive shoes stepped on the sand, sleeves rolled up with one finger held his black suit jacket hanging on his back.

Norah was the first to saw him standing there, she quickly got down from the red jet ski and ran to him, "Xander!"

His blood boiled by the sight. The woman wore a white bikini, her brown hair blowing wildly in the wind, hugging the man's waist and leaned her head on his back.

Clara was riding on a jet ski with his employee.