Do You Like Her

  Harrison Ford could have taken up the matter to any level but because of who is involved, he is choosing to let it slide. Noah waited for his dad to say something but none came which surprised him a lot. He kept wondering why his dad was not saying anything. He pulled the phone off his ears and saw that the call was still running.

  "Dad, are you still there?" 

Silence. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Noah began to sweat when his father finally spoke.

"Do you like her?"

He asked simply, making Noah choke with disbelief.

"Dad ..?".

"Answer me young man. Do you like Claire?"

Noah looked said nothing. Harrison took his silence as an ffirmative answer.

"I thought as much. I was wondering what will make you bully a girl. I had thought it's a boy like you"

Harrison stated and Noah sighed with relief. Hearing what his dad said, it means Claire is not in any form of danger and that gladdens his heart.

  "You will find a way to apologize to her and also, you will serve your suspension so that anytime you want to bully a girl, especially pretty ones, you will think twice before doing so"

And just like that, the call got disconnected.

  Noah sighed again and turned to his side with a little smile on his face. 

  "Hopefully we can be friends Claire, my dad has approved of you. Thanks goodness, he did not come after you. The war would have been bloody knowing how influential your uncle is. No one will want to mess around with Mr Zidat's niece."

He thought chuckling. After a while, he drafted off to sleep.

  ******

    Harrison sat behind the big desk, rolling his seat around. The study was pitch dark and he was not planning to switch on the light anytime soon. Nothing can be make out except the glistening of his clothes. Since he sent Jenny home, he had been in the study drinking whiskey and thinking how easy everything is becoming. Never would had believed it, if anyone had told him that Jenny will accept his proposal without protesting.

  But then, it did not also come as too much of a surprise to him because Jennifer Thompson is one person who puts others before even if it involves her feelings being hurt. She is very much capable of taking care of herself, even if though she is a fragile woman. And it's one of the reasons, Harrison is bent on having her.

  He smiled at the thought of his son liking Claire.

  "Destiny has a way of bringing people together"

He mumbled,"Only if my good friend, Zain, will let Claire come close to Noah.... I am sure he will be expecting me to react to Noah's suspension... Too bad, Susan is involved here so I will let his effort of dragging me to war now go to waste.... Zain, I am not ready for war. When I am ready, you will know "

  He grinned, standing up abruptly and exiting the dark room. How he manages to see in the dark is beyond his understanding but somehow, he does so.

****

   Somewhere uptown, an abandoned building stood in the building of nowhere with a high circuit wire fencing it round. 

 Inside, it was pitch black. An eerie atmosphere lingered in every corner as one might expect. No one knows what lurks inside, but those who do not know, would not dare enter. However, tonight, someone does dare. A tall, slim figure stepped through the gate fence and into the old building.

  Because of the darkness, his face could not be seen and again he was on a face mark and doctor coat.

  He walked towards a large steel door on the left of the entrance and pushed it open slowly, making sure he did not wake anything up. Once inside, his eyes adjust themselves to the darkness and he starts making his way forward. 

  There were multiple rooms in the building and each room has its significance.

  He came to an abrupt stop in front of this weird looking door, among every door here, this one is the most significant.

  The man opened the door noiselessly and entered, the moment he entered the room, something hit his nostril. He breathed in and smiled; smell of drugs 

  The room was well lit and he walked further into the room, revealing that the room is a ward.

  Three men hovered over a bed someone was lying on.