“Everyone has dirt, Leslie. Everyone!” The all too familiar voice of the grand inquisitor sounded. His gray three piece suit, his now stuck in insignia of his office backing the figure of the white lady. He had his hair curly and brown, his face bearded till only few patches of his skin could actually be seen. The room where he was in was pretty magijificnent. White glossy paint coated the walls with lots of space in and about the room. The ceiling were beautified by silverware chandelier, hanging down exquisitely while portraying a level of architectural finesse in the hall. The walls were bare, not a single adornment in except for the large display clock o for black which stuck to the west side. And right in the center of the room was a dinning table, the Grand Inquisitor backing it as he smiled to space. Behind him, sitting at the head of the table was Leslie with her face bowed down. She had a scowl in, showing how much she did not like being around prof Bumju but as alway

“I don’t understand. So you lied about everything?” Blessing gasped. “All of that internship stuff and all was just some fake things just So that you could come Close to us and what? Kidnap us? This dinner too?” She yelled out. “No, you are blowing things out of proportion.” Leslie raised a hand in the air towards her. “Of course i would. Do you know how stupid I feel now? I had to tell Lekan that he was having misguided feelings. I had to make him lose trust in his own initiative and yet, I was the bait that you used to bring us here? To come here! You know how used I feel?” Blessing roared, promptly shooting up form the table. She slammed a fist down, the plates and other utensils lifting only a little from the table top. “You are a liar, Leslie. I hate what you did!” “I said, you are talking things too seriously!” Leslie roared out, standing up form the table and staring daggers at her. “I told you you I was just a spy. Nothing more. But the whole essence of everything was to

Desmond paced about in his room. His eyebrows narrowed as he heaved restlessly. Today was different. He did not have a woman with him. Indeed, he could not have. For what was on his mind was far different from any other lust driven initiatives. He swallowed, heaving out. This was already getting late and his ward was yet to be back. Was it already some time when he had received him from the hospital? What was really happening to Lekan? It was one thing for the brat to worry him. It was one thing for that idiot of a ward and a nephew to act all spoilt and that. He could take it. In fact, he really did not care. Nothing Lekan said or did could remove him away from being his legal guardian. There was actually, but the boy did not know. And he was glad that this was the case. However, after that day at the hospital. The day he had almost slipped up twice in a row. First during the call with Blessing and then when that white nurse had approached him. He clicked his tongue agaisnt his

Lekan frowned his face at the scene before him. Or at least attempted o frown his face. Just then, he could feel an influx of emotions flooding his entire body. Triumph, happiness, greed and all sort of emotions flooded his senses. Some of them so alien. Memories he did not won flooded his senses now, that he reeled back in the inrush. Then he remembered what the system lady told him lastly. That whatever he w* showing to feel or see would be through his father’s eyes. Practically, he w*s reliving a memory but as his father. That meant he had very little control over the things jow. He could only sit in the vehicle that w*s his father and w*tch how things played. WTch what happened that had led to his father leaving the System Bureau. The scarilege that the Bureau had committed that had led to the rodent situation of things. That said he relaxed himself as he Stv he’s the proceeding. His mind worrying over why the Uncle was here. And why he looked horrified, “You don’t have t

“Host should not make any decisions with a rash mind.” The system lady called out to him while he stared at Amihan. The demon, in response to this, simply shook his head at this. It made to say something but then decided against it while it drew its attention to Lekan. “By blood shall I dominate as well. It is good to see that the spawn of the last host has the balls to make things work. Come, my liege, let us go and claim the power that has been denied from us.” Lekan nodded to him. He was all for it. He was going to go to the System Bureau eventually. He has a score to settle with Demas, the one who thought himself to be high and mighty and yet was involved in all sort of criminal offenses. It did not matter what they did or why they did, the evil that they did was not to be forgiven. He would be the arbitrary of justice to them. It was a good thing that his father was no more, he reasoned. Or he would have stared with his father. But as long as he has seen that vision of what