Chapter 8 MORE DRIVE.

Greg Knox idled with his phone in the back seat of his Rolls Royce ghost , a latest version that he had purchased a couple of hours ago. The luxury car cost quite fortune, though , not for a person of his caliber whose wealth had exceeded borders .

" Jerry. " Greg called.

" Yes, sir. " Jerry , his driver, replied.

" Do you feel this ride is worth it?" He asked, dropping his phone by his side.

Jerry glanced at him through the front mirror.

" Well, Sir, if you ask me, I guess I would say yes. But I can't say for you , though. "

" I just need an honest answer . " Greg sighed. " I don't really see what's so fascinating about this model. Maybe it has to do with the name , ghost . " He giggled. " I guess that is the only reason I got attracted to it . "

Jerry smiled, his eyes still on the wheels.

" Do you know how they came about the name?"

" They? Which people are you referring to? "

" I mean the Rolls-Royce company . Do you know how they came about the name for this car ?"

Greg rubbed his palms. " Well, I don't think I care much about matters like that. "

" I expected as much. " Jerry replied. " The ghost nameplate is named in honor of the silver ghost. "

" Silver ghost?" Greg stroked his hair, stealing a glance at the screen of his phone.

" Yes , silver ghost. "

" What is that supposed to be about? "

" It is a car first produced in 1906 and was announced in 2009 in the auto Shanghai show. "

" 1906 to 2009. That's a good number of years , you know. What took them so long? "

" Well, I can't really say that. But the production model was officially unveiled at the 2009 Frankfurt Motor show. "

" Alright, Jerry. I guess I've had enough of the Rolls-Royce ghost history or whatever you may call it. "

" Okay, Sir. " Jerry replied.

Greg eyed him . With Jerry, he was always forced to talk. The man was a great talker who most times crossed his limits. Greg had been forced to fire him sometime in the past . But he had a change of mind. Jerry was a fifty-one year old man who had a family to take care of. So there was no way he would easily let him off simply because he had no good hold of the way he let his lips loose at all times.

It did not take more than two minutes before Greg made another talk attempt.

" But do you know that the ghost model of -" "

"Greg cut him off. "

" Oh my goodness, Jerry, I said you should drop the talk about the damn car. Is that so difficult for you to do?"

" My bad. Sorry , Sir. I won't bring it up again. "

" No more talks from this moment. " Greg said , reclining on the seat . " I want to take a nap before I get home. "

Jerry chuckled. " You have a sense of humor , sir. "

" What did you say? "

Jerry cleared his throat. " Sorry about that. I was just trying to say that we are less than fifteen minutes away from your house . It is not possible to get a nap before you get home. "

" Just drive. Just go ahead and drive. "

There was a few minutes of silence between the two. Jerry said no other thing. He at times knew to keep his mouth shut. At the point when Greg nearly fired him , it was because he had gotten himself involved in a discussion with Greg's top business acquaintances which ended in a heated argument and insults .

Soon, the Rolls-Royce ghost was making its way through the tarmac of Greg's premises. After a few minutes of active drive , the gate slid open and they got in. Jerry went on to make a full course before the main building, Greg's mansion , before coming to a stop .

" Sir , we are here. " He said politely, jumping off at the same time.

He opened the door for Greg.

" Hmm. " Greg exhaled tiredly, grabbing his phone and stepping out of the car. " What a day it has been. "

Stepping out of the house was a fair skin lady with blonde hair dressed in a red skirt and a white shirt . She's slim with an elegant figure. Lucy was Greg's personal assistant. It was more than that, though. They had known each other for a good number of years , starting from the very times when Greg lost his father. At the moment, she worked as his personal assistant. However, they were friends in the real sense of it.

" Good evening, Greg." Lucy greeted him .

" Good evening, Lucy. " Greg smiled. " I'm very exhausted , you know. "

" Sir, you dropped this. " Jerry said, handing over a couple of files to him.

" Thank you , Jerry. " He took a few lousy steps and stopped. " And uhm.. you like ghost , don't you?"

Jerry glanced at the car and returned the ficus to his boss.

" Yes, I do. "

" You can take it home. It's now yours. "

Jerry and Lucy both felt the pangs of surprise.

" Sir, you.. you mean I can have the car. "

Greg smiled. " That is what I have said. "

Lucy grabbed his files and they headed in. The living room of his mansion was a big space lined with very ecstatic objects. Six sofas took up good space , a glass slab occupying the center of the arrangement. A chandelier worth some thousands of dollars hung from the roof.

" You got that ride a couple of minutes ago. " Lucy said, walking towards the sofa.

" About an hour and a few minutes, I guess. " Greg replied , smiling.

" It cost quite a lot to get that. You are yet to have a taste of it. " Lucy said, taking her seat and dropping the files beside her.

" I just got out of that vehicle, you know." He yawned , letting his whole weight sink into the sofa. " Oh my gosh. I am super tired. "

" Even at that, I still feel you let that go quite easily. " Lucy protested.

Greg grinned. " Why do I seem to sense lines of envy in your tone? "

Lucy smiled.

" Don't bother . If the Rolls-Royce Ghost is your problem, I'll solve it tomorrow. "

Lucy chuckled. " I have no need for that. How was your day?"

Greg sat out and rubbed his palms together. The smiles and grins that were on his face slowly vanished into the thin air.

" Did you meet her?" Lucy asked .

" Yes, I did. " Greg replied . " That bitch is proving to be stubborn. "

" She is still not yielding to the pressure . Is that it?

" Apparently, yes. Tracy Hall is one hell of a hard but to crack. " He gnashed his teeth.

" Tell me, do you feel you will be able to crack this nut? "

" Do you feel I won't?"

" I know you have cracked harder nuts. But this is a very different case here, Greg. You are pushing someone into the marital net with you. "

" I will break Tracy until there's nothing left of her . " Greg said , gnashing his teeth , his fists tightly clenched.

" Tell me, Greg. " Lucy cleared her throat. " Do you love this woman?"

Greg shot up to his feet , throwing a glare at Lucy.

" Look over there!" He directed his index finger at a portrait of his father. " That man over there needs to be avenged. I'll take out this anger on the Hall family. I will take their princess and make her cower before me!"

" And how else do you intend to do that? "

Greg rose to his feet , staring at the portrait of his father.

" Get me all the top shareholders of the Hall group. " He turned to Lucy and smiled wryly. " I want them cowering before me. "