Titled 'it was a Sunday and I felt like writing so i did'

It had been for me what it had been for my father and his father and his father’s father, sucking out our lives destroying our families taking away all of our enjoyment replacing it with a lone darkness,

Since I was seventeen I took over the company, hastily I found my life had changed, those around me once close friends turning into blood thirsty vultures each one fuelled by greed,

However, unlike my fore-fathers I saw the changes, I felt it take over me, become my driving force and sought to change,

Yet in seeking change, I found myself lost, drifting without reason nor purpose with all but one option…to seek out my destiny.

Exiting the board room, Katherine sighed rubbing her hands along her forehead clutching to her skull in a rage of frustration.

Marching along the hall way, her curvy figure in a tight black pencil skirt with a white blouse stole the attention of a few employees along the hall way, distracted by her swaying hips.

Reaching a circular centre of the hall way which split in three directions, she was joined by two men who were sat awaiting her at the main reception desk; one leaned over the desk talking to a smiling secretary whose cheeky smile revealed his intentions.

They walked behind Katherine as she headed to the Chairman’s office, a large door with the title carved into a silver slate hammered into a wooden base which was fixed to the door.

Allowing the two men to enter first, she glared over at the secretary, whose smile disappeared and work mind returned lowering her head out of sight behind the desk.

Passing inside of the grand top office, Katherine continued her march storming over to a large desk which dominated upon entering the room, its dragon encarvments within its wood created a sense of fear to which the tall chair behind it only added to.

Taking a seat, she found herself been stared at by the two men, one attempting to read her emotions whilst the other seemed overwhelmed by the rooms reputation.

They sat in complete silence, an eary ticking coming from a small gold clock on the desk, its inner workings been heard revolving with every tick of the second hand.

“So, hows things Katherine?” Asked Richard, his over confidence spewing from his dashing good looks, sharp hair cut and flash dark blue suit with silver thin lines running down it.

Raising an eyebrow, she began tapping the table twice, stopping for a few seconds then tapping twice again, a rhythm she held without much concentration.

“You know how things are in fact, you know more than anyone how things are!” She snapped, not making eye contact due to her knowing of his natural talent of casting a spell by his gaze.

Smirking, Richard slid out of his seat, strolling over to a cabinet across the room, opening it he took out a number of bottles until one caught his eye, taking off its cap he immediately felt the intoxicating fumes hit his nose.

“You know.” Richard began, pouring himself a large glass of the whiskey. “I can see why Jack would leave; I mean the stress of dealing with this company, that family and government officials, perhaps he couldn’t…”

“Careful Hawkes…” Barked Edward, sat still silent reading a document he held in his hands.

Turning away, Richard gazed out of a large window over looking central London, taking slight sips of his drink.

“Have you found him yet?” Asked Katherine, aiming her question at Edward.

Folding up the document, Edward placed it down on the desk, removing his pair of slim reading glasses which he placed along side the document then sat back, crossing his legs and flicking a piece of fluff from his jacket.

“It’s hard to find a man who doesn’t want to be found, even harder when he has a billion dollar company specialising in technology to protect him.” Edward stated, clearly expressing that his search wasn’t going well. “But…he’s slipped up.”

Leaning foreword, Katherine expressed her keen interest in what he had said.

“He used a master card in LA two weeks ago, checking into the Williams Hotel for 3 days he then flew to New York where he spent three thousand dollars buying a modified Rolls-Royce engine, after that his private plane departed from an airfield heading to Paris which is where the trail ends.” Edward’s explanation seemed pointless to him, but not to who heard it.

Looking as though she knew where Jack was, Katherine slammed her hand-bag onto the desk, searching frantically through it until she pulled out a thick diary, secured by a small lock which she unlocked by a key dangling from a gold wrist chain.

Searching through her diary, she passed page after page, checking each one with her finger as her eyes move left to right at a fast pace, until both of her eyes widened exploding out of her head, she slammed shut her diary locking it and stuffed it back into her bag.

Rising to her feet, she threw on her red coat and placed her handbag over her right shoulder.

“Wait where are you going?” Wondered Edward.

“I’m heading to the Mediterranean…”