Chapter 41 Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Darius POV
What is just beginning? I asked myself but I couldn't find answers to it.
I didn't even have time to process it properly because the fire fighters had already managed to quench the fire but the smoke emitting from the building was still too much to breath in.
"They are people in the elevator, go save them it's your fucking duty." I shouted at the fire fighters.
They put on their face masks and proceeded to enter the building. I stood outside, waiting for them to bring the people inside out while still pondering about the content of the letter.
They soon came outside with the people that were inside but they were barely able to stand. The paramedic took it from there, rushing them to the hospital.
The fire fighters left, their work there was done. I and Nathan stood outside watching how badly my office building had burnt.
"Call the architect Nathan, I want them to start renovating this place tomorrow." I ordered with my eyes still on the building, the letter in my hand.
I removed my gaze from the building, looking at the letter in my hand again. It will be hard to trace the person from hand writing he or she had it printed.
And I'm sure they are not dumb enough to leave fingerprints. So how then do I find this person, because whoever set the building on fire definitely sent the letter.
"Did you see the person that sent the letter?" I asked Nathan.
"No Alpha, the security said it was a company that delivered it." He responded.
I hummed, turning back to enter the car. I will just wait for the smoke to die down before going to get the files I need. I will work from home until the place is completely renovated.
But before I could enter the car, I was cornered by reporters from the press, cameraman all that. Definitely here to poke nose in what is not their business.
"Alpha Darius, is it true that your multimillion dollar building just got burnt." One of the reporters asked.
"As you can see for yourself." I replied sarcastically, pointing to the building.
These people are so dumb, how can you be asking me if it's true my building got burnt when you can clearly see for yourself.
"Is it true it was planned?"
"Do you know who did this?"
"Did any of your employees get injured?"
"Should we be expecting an interview with you?"
"Are you running bankrupt?"
The reporters continued asking me questions but I didn't answer any of them. Camera flashing and their noise alone was enough to have my head throbbing.
"Excuse me." Nathan pushed through the crowd till he got to me.
"We won't be holding an interview and what happened here clearly isn't any of your business either so get the fuck out of this place before we call the cops on you." Nathan growled but they didn't stop.
They kept on asking more questions. None of their questions made a bit of sense.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here." I barked at them. They looked scared, they quickly lowered their cameras and microphones running away.
"Fuck, that was exhausting." I breathed out as I got inside the car.
"Let's just go home Nathan, I will come back and get the files and CCTV later on." I said.
"Alright Alpha, I will start driving now." He replied, turning the car on and began driving.
"Can you trace who sent the letter to the company when we get back?" I asked him.
"Yes Alpha, I will call the company and ask for the person's information." He answered and I hummed.
We got back home in no time and I got out of the car, walking inside.
"Darius, can we talk?" Iris asked as I entered.
"Not now, please." I groaned, walking past her and heading to my study. I might say something I'm not supposed to say to her if I stay there.
I wasn't in the right state of mind, my office just got burnt. I took off my blazer, throwing it on the couch in my study.
Who could it be?
Who would have the guts to do something this huge?
I tried to search my brain for anyone I had a beef with or was my enemy but they were just too much. I was the most ruthless werewolf after all. It's only right that hundreds of people won't like me.
But this motherfucker better pray I don't find him. I'm going to make him suffer, he will regret ever hearing my name.
I will burn him little by little, his hands first and different parts of his body. He will beg but I won't listen, his pleas will be like music to my ear.
I will use him as a scape goat that nobody, I mean no fucking body messes with Darius Acrux and gets away with it.
I phone rang in my pocket, I pulled it out to see who was calling.
What does Leonard want now?
At this point I would say I'm his favorite person to call and I hate him. I hate his guts and everything about him.
I picked up the call with so much annoyance. "How are you doing son? I just saw the news about your office. Are you hurt? Are you okay?" He bombarded me with questions.
"I picked up the phone, that means I'm fine right now." I said with so much irritation I'm sure he could sense it.
"Well, that is good then. I thought to call you immediately when I saw the news."
The fucking bastard and acting like he cares, I can't wait to be done with him and put him in his fucking place.
"Thank you." I grunted.
"You are welcome, remember to stay safe okay, if you ever need an architect to help rebuild your office I have one at my beck and call." He offered.
"I have one already." I declined his offer.
"I have to go now, I'm getting a business call." With that I ended the call.
Fucking bastard always snooping in my business.