The Monster & The Conspiracy (BWWM)

PROLOGUE

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I'm Zimbabwean. I'm well versed in isiNdebele and a bit of Shona only. However, this book featured a number of African languages. I have to rely on Google translate. If there are any mistakes, I sincerely apologise. I'm happy for corrections.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2020

All rights reserved. This book or parts, may not be reproduced in any form without the author's permission.

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P R O L O G U E

December  31st , 2019.       

Victor sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel in frustration as his boss berated little Charles Greyson for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning.

Victor completely understood why his boss, Julian Greyson was in a particularly foul mood. Julian's latest expedition in Timbuktu had been unsuccessful to say the least.

However, it did not give him the right to scold his son similar to how he scolded dogs. It was completely uncouth and unforgivable. Where was Julian's compassion? That was a question Victor found himself constantly ruminating about as he rounded a bend.

Charles had recently lost his mother, he didn't need a cruel, unforgiving father to add onto his plate of misery. He was only six years old for crying out loud!

"Stop at the Coffee Cave, Victor." Julian Greyson's proud drawl sounded  from the back seat.

"Very well sir." Victor muttered with pursed lips.

The car came to a stop beside a fairly new pavement. The Coffee Cave was a charming cafe with an alluring rustic theme to it. "Charles, go buy yourself that hot chocolate you've been pestering me about." Julian said whilst placing a few bond notes in Charlie's small outstretched hands.

"Thank you father." Charles managed to crack a smile.

"Off with you, I have to get back to work." Julian dismissed him without another glance. Charles nodded before opening the door of his father's Range Rover Velar and running into the cafe.

Julian looked out of the window, balling his fists in anger. He didn't even understand why he was angry. He groaned when he realised that Victor was giving him a menacing glare.

"Spit it out, Victor." Julian grumbled in annoyance.

"Master Greyson, why do you make the poor boy so miserable?" Victor asked in bewilderment.

That question was enough to send Julian reeling in anger, he grabbed the fabric of his black slacks tightly. "I'm merciful at the very least, he should be lucky I'm not my father. He has to toughen up." Julian stated coldly.

"You claim that you're nothing like your father, but the same cruelty he raised you with is the same cruelty you're raising Charlie with." Victor shook his head in disappointment.