You love me (BETRAYAL)

 Mr. Elizur stared at Hakeem. He was still pointing the gun at him. With a dark glance, he got up from his seat. "So, this is how you want to play it? You come to my house and point a gun at me?" Hakeem smiled devilishly. "I could disappear, and you would never see me again. But make it happen every month, and I'll keep my mouth shut. Otherwise, I could just reveal the truth right here, in front of your company, in front of all your fans. What will your son say?" As he said this, he walked closer to Mr. Elizur, tucking the gun back into his pocket. Then he turned to leave.

"I won't give you a single gold coin!" Mr. Elizur shouted as Hakeem opened the door. Hakeem turned back to him. "The choice is yours. I give you three hours." With that, Hakeem left the room.

Mr. Elizur yelled after him, making sure he could hear even though he had already walked out, "You know you don't scare me!"

Meanwhile, Hosea was at the stock firm, checking the list of investors who had signed up. For the IPO to be launched, the company needed to be in its strongest position. Customers wouldn't sign up if the product or service being offered wasn't good. No one would trust a company that was on the brink of falling apart. However, the stock firm was strong on its own. Hosea knew they had enemies, which was why his father had insisted he have a partner, even though he had refused. If only he knew who Beatrice was to him. If only he knew she was the reason his beloved son was locked up in jail. If only he knew that Beatrice once meant the world to him. But none of that mattered now. He had to navigate through his feelings and be the CEO his father wanted him to be, the person his mother saw him as even as a boy.

As Hosea's hands flew over the keyboard and his eyes remained fixed on the screen, his mind drifted back to when he was two years old.

 Hosea was very young and smart well maybe too smart for his age he had school a year early and he did all his work perfectly but for this, he was praised by the teachers, he was the pride of the school even his parents compared him to their children but for this, he was hated by his classmate, they would mock him and call him lover boy Mr perfect and for this, he was sad, every time he came back home from school he will work straight to his room and there he will weep bitterly, so on one occasion as he came back from school with the same drama he when straight to his room but then he found his mother there she had came back from her business trip. Hosea was already in tears then his eyes cut his min, he quickly turn and wipe them off, "what's wrong son, why are you crying" Hosea had no words to answer her, he just stare at the door not wanting his mom to see his tears as he could no longer control them, but then she walk to him and lift him up she carried him and seat him on her lap "i am your mum Hosea you can talk to me what vis making you cry, was the drive unkind to you, did your dad raise his voice at you or someone offended you" to all this he wave his head saying no, she then out hism down and wipe the tears off his face with an handchife "tell me son," with his tender little voice he finally Spock opening his mouth "mom i don't want to go to school any more" "why is that i know you the best in your class" Mary could not understand why her son suddenly develop an aparty for school she knew he was not like the other kids who chose video games and chocolate over hard seating down and studying maths, "tell me Hosea what is it that is trunking you.

 "Mom the other kids hate him, they all me Mr perfect, Lover Boy, and all kinds of names, Mary felt her son's pain as he confided in her, "Mom, I don't want to go to school anymore. If I do, I just can't handle that place." He was being bullied with words, and while she knew this was a harsh reality of the world, she was ready to teach him an important lesson. 

"How long has this been happening?" Mary asked gently. 

Hosea raised his head to look at his mother. "I was afraid to tell Dad because I knew he would just tell me to fight."

Mary placed her hand on his shoulder. "Look at me, son. In this world, you're going to face criticism and backstabbers. The people closest to you might be the ones you can't trust. So, you need to get used to it. You have to fight back, son. As your father would say, now I'm telling you—this is how the real world is. No one is truly your friend, no one you can fully trust. The only person I trust in this world is you, my son."

"So fight back. Don't come to your room and cry like a weakling. No, son, fight them back—not with your fists, but with your brain. Show them that you are better than they are. If they hate you, fine. Remember, no one likes you more than you like yourself, so be good and fight back."

Hosea's mind drifted back to reality; he was no longer a child but a grown man. Just as his mother had taught him, he was ready to fight—with everything he had. As he continued typing, he received a text message. He opened his phone, read the message, shut down his computer, and, in a flash, he was out of his office.

Meanwhile, Mr. Elizur stared at his reflection in the mirror. "I have to do something about Hakeem. If I pay him millions, how can I be sure he won't come back for more?" He shook his head as he spoke to himself. "No, I will not be anyone's puppet." 

He opened his closet and brought out a dark suit. Inside the pocket was a dark mask and a trigger gun. "I will kill him myself," he declared.