Greenish And Fruitful Place.

(Daniel POV)

A sigh escaped from my lips when I stared at myself in the mirror. The scar wasn't visible like before, and that was a relief. I didn't have to cover it up or hear the unnecessary complaints that my mother has to offer to my poor ears. She was more upset than I was over the issue, insisting that I get someone to beat them up. It was a bad idea, and I just shrugged every time.

I got dressed and just when I wanted to step out, my phone rang. I reached for it in my pocket.

"Hello?" I impatiently waited for the person's response.

"Daniel," a manly voice called from the other side.

"Mr Williams?" I frowned. Why was he calling me this early?

"I watched the news," he beamed.

"As expected," I rolled my eyes upwards.

"Are you sure about what you said? Or you just want to give false hope? You know I hate false promises."

Not again and definitely not today. "What do you mean?" I asked, even though I was quite aware of what he meant and was trying to emphasize.

"I'm just saying that your words should be your actions, and the project must commence the day you said. But of course again I could still help if you might still need it," he drawled.

"Why? I never did and besides, you said might, so the possibility of that happening is low," I said, getting annoyed this morning.

"I'm sorry, am I wrong about the last time that I helped you out? You know you should be thanking me for taking care of those hooligans."

"Like I said, I never asked for your help. You offered," I reminded.

"And you accepted," he said in return. "You know, you could always say thank you, especially if I did it wholeheartedly."

I furrowed my brows. "Is that so? Well, then I doubt that because the Williams I know would care less about anyone besides himself alone and not even his family."

He chuckled. "I'm more than pleased that you at least know that. So remember to call me when you need help during the project and besides, the people are still there, right?" He laughed, and I instantly ended the call in annoyance.

I wonder what his problem was with the project. He was the first to offer his help and he sent his men over immediately to the village and I watched how they brutally beat the people up. It was tragic, but they deserved it. They were informed about it and not kept in the dark besides they should have known better than to dare me, and Mr. Williams brought his men right on time, though I never asked for it because I didn't need it.

Stepping out, I stepped into the car and saw my assistant already sitting there. " Tell me you have someone good for me today," I said before he could start.

"Well… At least I haven't seen any complaints from the farmers in the tabloids." He said, while never taking his eyes from it.

"The project starts today, and I hope you know that."

"Yes boss… But." he trailed off while shifting his gaze towards me.

"But what?"

He cleared his throat. "Why do you insist on coming, boss? It's not safe for you out there. They're a big threat to us now."

"I require success if I want to achieve what I want," I said, paying attention to the phone in my hand as my fingers continuously slid across the screen.

"Sir," I heard my assistant call.

"Darryl what is it?" I asked, sounding annoyed.

"I'm sorry, sir, it's from the office." He informed me, holding up a phone.

I reached for it and reluctantly put it on my ear without checking who it was. "Hello?"

"Oh my God. Daniel!" Someone exclaimed, and I grimaced when it resounded in my ears.

"What's it mum? It's too early for-"

"Let me do the talking, Daniel, not only did you refuse to talk to me, but you also refused to let me contact Darryl." She started whining.

"I don't see any reason for you to be talking to my assistant. He is my assistant and not yours," I retorted.

"Oh nice, now you're sounding like your brother. Daniel, I only care about you, but you're shutting me out," she continued, and I had the urge to end the call because I was sure she would give me an earful.

"Look mum, it's really not the time to talk right now," I started, but she interrupted.

"Of course not, when it would always be the right time. Anyway, how's your injury? Have you done anything about the girl who did it?"

My brows drew together. "And how do you know that it was a she?"

"Because Darr- umm… I mean, forget it. I know because my instincts told me. You know, I can still help you with teaching them a lesson. All you just need is a few of my men and everything is complete."

"Mum please, I need to go, and I don't need your help, now stop communicating with my assistant, or I'll terminate his employment." I threatened, knowing that my assistant was significant to me, and she knew that as well, more reason for her to back off.

"Sir we are here," Darryl relayed.

I looked around the place and the sight of it just spoke of how poor and needy they were. They were standing outside, definitely awaiting more destruction. I glanced around as the once greenish and fruitful place now looked like deserted with broken houses.

"Darryl stepped down and checked on everything. I want them to start it already, and we should be gone by 12." I said, checking my watch.

He nodded and stepped down as instructed.

Thirty minutes later, a knock came, and I rolled down the glass.

"Sir? Someone wants to talk to you," he said.

I frowned, but rolled up the glass and came down.

"Sir, she's over there," he pointed at a distance.

I looked at the place he pointed and saw a lady with black hair. I heaved a breath and narrowed my gaze. She was very familiar and as I walked closer, I became sure. There was no way I could forget who she was.

The same lady who had the audacity to throw a stone at me. My gaze darkened with that memory.