The Billionaire's Contract Is Void.

"Now, what we have here is James Gogh's 'Lonely Soul.' a mesmerizing swirl of color---" Samira began explaining the details of the art with smiles spread across her face. If anything, she loved her job, the atmosphere, her tailored blazer, and matching dress pants with a white blouse that exuded a crisp elegance.

"The use of color in this piece is breathtaking, I wonder how the artist came up with such an idea." One of the visitors murmured and Samira smiled as she took it upon herself to explain more details about the art placed on the wall to the visitors.

"Which was a catalyst for creating 'Lonely Soul," she said in conclusion, and they all nodded, with a blown-away look fixed on each of their gazes. "Shall we move to the last piece of art?" She asked leading them to another hallway.

Samira took her time explaining every single detail of each art she visited to the visitors.

She was always good with her job and that always made every one of her colleagues jealous but Sami wasn't the type to keep enemies as she would always try hard to get on their good sides.

Samira's dream was always to be an independent artist but at age twenty-four she doesn't see that dream coming true any sooner, she loves her job anyway, and being a museum docent always makes her feel the artworks in the galleries were hers.

Samira hoped in the cab after finishing her duties in the museum. "M&H hospital please." She called out the most famous hospital in New York City to the driver who pulled forward to the road.

It was time for another job but it wasn't a job for her, she always volunteered to help sick people in the hospital. After her mother passed away, she left a special memory for her, and doing volunteer jobs in the hospital always made her feel she was doing a favor for her mother.

She used to remember how her mother who had been a nurse usually begged her to take some patient tours around the hospital because she was busy with other duties and she had always refused because of what she was busy drawing, but now that her mother was gone, Samira took it upon herself to do the jobs voluntarily.

"Thank you." She smiled at the cabman who sped away after she paid him.

Samira walked into the hospital, her smile not fading away from her smiley and rosy lips.

"Hey, Samira." A doctor called.

"Hi," Samira greeted as she found her way to the garden.

"Here comes y'all beloved Samira." Nurse Margaret announced and the female and male patients in their old age quickly turned to see the direction where Samira always appeared from.

"Oh, Sami!" They called cheerfully watching her as she got closer to them, if they had been kids they were going to hug her until she fell.

"Hello, the strong ones!" Samira shouted and the eleven patients seated under the canopy all beamed in smiles at what she used to refer them.

"Hi, Maggie." Samira greeted the nurse.

"Hello, my dear," Margaret says hugging her late friend's daughter. "How was your day?" She asked before the strong ones would steal Samira away from her.

"Beautiful as always," Samira replied. "And guess what? We have James Gogh's piece already!"

"Oh my God. Really!" Margaret exclaimed with excitement written on her face.

"I will---"

"Miss. Clark." Someone called cutting off her statement. "I'm sorry but you've a visitor." The security man said.

Samira raised an eyebrow almost wondering if she ever had any friends aside from the one who worked until late at night and her boyfriend who would never find her in the hospital. "The situation is dire... They're holding your brother," the man disclosed.

Upon hearing that, Samira sprang on her feet as if recognizing who the 'They', were, she dashed away from the garden, and the expansive reception area of the hospital to the compound.

Pausing to regain her breath, Samira scanned her surroundings for the familiar faces who had her brother, and then, her eyes landed on them, on the other side of the hospital.

Samira ran to meet them as she stopped on her track again glancing at her brother who already looked tattered with some bruises on his face, she could hardly even see his left eyeballs which were the same color as her amber eyes.

"What the hell are you up to!" Samira shouted, furious to see Leo in that state. It wasn't her first time seeing her brother looking like one who fought with tigers but not with these big hefty four men who tag themselves as 'Eye dragons' just because they are money loansharks.

"You should have known better than delay in paying back our money." One of them barked at her.

"And you f*ck*ng think this will get your money back?" Samira glared freeing her brother from their grasp.

"Your brother shouldn't be stubborn either. He almost burst my balls!" Another accused.

"The next time I'm gonna make sure I kick it so hard." Leo threatened.

"Leonard," Samira called and he stepped away not after he exchanged death glares at the four men. He possibly must have singlehandedly fought with them given his bruises.

"So when are you paying us back our money?"

"Give me some time---"

"Do you wanna see your brother's head at your doorpost someday?" He interrupted with an icy look that made Samira's heart skip a bit. "See girl, we aren't the one who asked you to become a father to that rude brat or pay your late mother's bill. Pay the debt you owe us or you might experience something worse. You've got just three days, it would be a pleasure if your brother and you worked as smugglers. We might as well get your deaf father involved." He said in conclusion, while Samira only stood speechless.

There's no way she's capable of getting her family out of this mess!

"Thirty." He called letting out a deep breath after the press-up, he rose on his feet glancing at the wristwatch on his wrist, expelling a breath.

"Sir." The man behind him called stretching out a towel to him.

Malcolm collected it and used it to clean the sweat off his face, he put it around his neck using his hand to ruffle his hair as he turned to his manager. "How's the health of Mr. Robinson?" He asked taking a bottle of water as he poured it down his throat.

"He's recovering well. Thanks to you, the board is happy about it." Alfred answered.

"Hello, Mr. Harlin," a woman approached him with a smile. "My boss wants to collect your phone number ---"

"Collect my manager's number instead," Malcolm interrupted gruffly, not even letting her finish the sentence as he walked away from the gym to the corridor where he headed for the elevator and Alfred soon came to join him.

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