Daddy's Hot Sauce

George tapped his shoulders as he was witnessing the same thing that he had a few months ago, the day that his brother got into an accident.

Some staff were watching him as they got suspicious of why the guards were guarding the area and the security was tight before they could even pass the hallways.

George used his radio as he noticed someone was capturing a photo of Mr. Winston lying on the ground and looked devastated.

The security quickly went to one of the hospital staff and talked to her about the photos. Then, George listened to the radio and heard that they settled on the photos of Mr. Winston.

They both waited outside and with that Anders just let his backrest and remembered the past with his brother. All the trauma was coming back, the hatred and the guilt that was packing together at the moment was making him feel losing air. George knew what to do and handed him a bottle of water and his pills.

"Thanks, George,"

A sparring smile appeared on his face and just waited beside Anders for the result about his brother.

After almost an hour of waiting the nurses went out of the room and so as the doctor who was their family doctor.

"Well, his vitals were fine, it was just his memory that made him feel the pain. Upon checking all his vitals, we did not see any trace of physical damage and others too," said Doctor.

Anders quite felt the relief by what the doctor told him, "Thank you, Doctor," but when he was about to smile the doctor tapped his shoulder.

"But, I am telling you, Charles was still confused and it resulted from severe anxiety on him, severe pain in his head as he was trying to remember things in the past, and a seizure that made him triggered at the moment if he could not still hold on to his reality and

past. I suggest that you must consult a therapist and psychiatrist on him."

He chewed all the information that the doctor told him and this made his heartbreak into pieces.

The doctor left them and Anders was still in a state of denial, but half of him was thinking about the truth that nothing to be blamed except him.

"Mr. Winston, I think you have to rest," George said.

Anders lightly shook his head and said, "No, I want to see my brother first and we'll be headed to the conference."

He went inside the room and did not mind that a few people were looking at him. When he was inside he looked at his brother who was still sleeping. "George,"

"Yes, Mr. Winston?"

"Make sure that the security will be tight on Charles, I don't want anyone to be with him except us, understood?" he requested to his assistant.

"Copy Mr. Winston," George said and pressed the button of his radio and talked with the security.

Anders put both of his hands in his pocket while George went out of the room just to inform the security about securing the place.

Anders clenched his fist and did not utter any words for his brother and just left the room. Now that his brother was awake, he thought about something else that might help him recover his memory. He gestured to George and both went to the parking lot.

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"Stay here, George, and call the investors, informing them that I will be there in a minute."

"But, what about Miss Emily?" she called me a while ago and she was waiting for someone to fetch her," George said and was confused about what he would do first.

"I'll take care of it, just do as I say," he calmly went into his car with a serious face.

He started the engine and left the place. On the road, his phone kept on ringing and vibrating all at once, but he hated it whenever he needed to answer it in the middle of his driving. So, he threw his phone in the back seat and focused on his driving.

While he was on the road thoughts were keep coming to his mind; his brother, Charles, and Lucas. Most importantly his mother needed some special attention for her addiction at the casino and the stability of the company. But for now, his attention was on his brother, Charles needed more attention and he was the only one who could give it to him.

A heavy sigh came out of his mouth and felt the palpitations of his heart so, he decided to turn on the music and stopped his car for a while. Anders was trying to fill in his mind with the rhythm of the song, it's been a long time since he had done this one and right now it was far more important to make himself calm in any situation.

Meanwhile, at the convenience store Emily was having a hard time choosing which drink she would be able to have for tonight.

"I'm quite afraid to choose which one tastes better, hmm," she whispered while staring at the fridge.

"I think this one is much better,"

Emily widened her eyes after hearing a voice of a woman from behind and saw her grab the carton of chocolate drinks from the fridge.

A smile was rising on the woman's face and that made her glow as the flawless skin was obviously on her.

"Here, my treat," she whispered and winked at Emily.

"Thanks," Emily responded to the woman in front of her.

"That's nothing, I'm Sam,"

The woman introduced herself to Emily and smiled at her.

Emily felt at ease by her looks and kind words, she lend her hand to her and said, "Emily Smith,"

She looked at her and noticed the beauty she had, a perfect curve and her height was also a head-turner. The simplicity of the woman was outstanding as she wore simple tight jeans and a fitted shirt that carved her breast. "Wait, Smith?! Are you the daughter of the world's famous chef?" with her wide eyes and in disbelief that she was now in front of her? She waited for her answer and held her hands.

Emily sparingly smiled and nodded her head twice and was quite confused about the lady in front of her.

"I attended one of the seminars of your father and he was a great chef, he deserved to be a world-class chef," she said and paid for the cartons of chocolate drink and other stuff she bought.

"Yeah, my father and mother are both world-class chefs but not me."

"What do you mean?" she curiously asked and stared at Emily's eyes and found out that she was telling the truth. "Oh! Okay I understand, I'm sorry. I was just excited to know about you because your father was a great chef, I mean he is the greatest."

Emily just sparingly smiled and realized that her father was doing his job and was well-known by lots of people.