Page 24 of A Game-Changing Christmas

Chapter Seven

Four Seasons Hotel Chicago

6:52 A.M

When the eight black stretch Hummers pulled to the front of the Four Seasons Hotel, the doorman contacted management immediately. He hadn’t been privy to the meeting happening this early morning, so he scrambled to get assistance with haste.

As he listened to the owner, Mark Terrinelli’s instructions, the occupants of the Hummers filed out, revealing none other than the men of Rose Security Group. Owned and operated by Jonathon Alexander Rose, the men, who were a mixture of former military, police officers, security agents, and other highly trained government aristocrats stood at attention with their ear pieces on and weapons concealed but on the ready.

In the first two hummers, the Rose men:

Jonas, former heavy weight champion and now chairman and CEO of Rose Bank and Trust Credit Union.

Jaden, most sought-after investment banker running his own seven-hundred-and-thirty-million-dollar hedge fund at Rose Bank & Trust Credit Union.

Julian, the most coveted international male model and owner of A Few Good Men Modeling Agency.

Josiah, president of Gemz, a chewing gum corporation founded in 1972 that had grown to become one of Chicago’s most popular chewing gums on the market.

Jordan, partner at Rose and Garnet LLC, the highest paid attorneys at law with the most prestigious client list.

And lastly, Jacob, legendary architect and business mogul who’d played a significant role in crafting the blueprints for some of Italy’s most famous buildings.

They filed onto the walkway, gathering in front of the security detail, some, closing the buttons of their suit jackets, while others checked their wrist watches and watched their surroundings. They were collectively still uncomfortable with the summons received during the midnight hour that prompted a conference call between the men in the early stretch of the morning.

But getting to the bottom of King Isaac Winthrope’s sudden appearance was imperative. Another set of Hummers wrapped around the building, some parking at the exterior of the hotel covering all exits of the Four Seasons.

“Jonathon, are you in place?”

It was Jonas who’d spoken through an ear piece. They were all wearing them, deciding to be in accordance in case something should go awry.

“I’m heading through the back door. You all should be on the move to the Delaware room,” Jonathon spoke.

Jonas lifted his hand and snapped his finger, and they all moved together like men in black, headed to save the world from alien domination.

The receptionists weren’t prepared for the second headline of fierce-looking gorgeous brothers that filed through the rotating doors.

One desk clerk glanced at her co-worker and whispered sharply, “Oh my God, I think I’m pregnant.”

The co-worker cackled in spirited laughter as she clutched the bouncing bosom of her breasts.

“Girl, you and me both.”

“I’ve got a feeling we’re working in the wrong room today. We should be where they are.”

The co-worker laughed again. “You know most of them are married, right?”

The receptionist swayed her neck and huffed. “I wonder if their wives are freaky, like, ménage àtrois freaky.”

Her co-worker’s guffaw increased, catching the eye of one of the security guards.

She winked at him. “You can get it, too, sailor,” she mouthed, and her co-worker choked on an open-air gasp.

The Rose men did not miss their laughter, but their focus and determination couldn’t be interrupted as they made it to the Delaware room. Jonas was the one to knock, but he didn’t wait for instructions to proceed. Instead, he opened the door and entered with his brothers in tow.

The Delaware room was eloquently decorated with satin wallpaper and a large U-shaped table that extended the outline of the entire room. At the head of the table, King Isaac Winthrope stood with his daughter-advisor Cadena Winthrope steps in front of him in their African royal attire.

Cadena’s hair was no longer cloaked in the bouncing wig she’d worn the day before as a cover. She was thankfully wearing the headwrap of their tribe and the royal gown of an advisor. Her foundation was flawless with the sign of their tribal mark creating a tattoo down her uncovered arms. Scattered throughout the room, a few of the tribe’s guards, along with Rose Security that had been sent over late night to receive them were planted around the wall.

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