Daniel Lane stared long and hard at his reflection in the mirror. He'd spent a week putting his outfit together. He needed to look the part and dress the part if he wanted to cement a job with the Biopharm Tech group of companies after graduation.He was still in university, a bioengineering student while working part-time. He was determined to secure a permanent job.He wasn't a suit type of guy, but more of a casual or work suit type of guy. However, today was different and a suit was required. He had a big presentation for a new blood pressure prototype device, and to top it off, it was also his birthday. He wore his late father's old brown suit, which contributed to his lack of confidence. It appeared outdated, out of style, and saggy.He had no option; the suit was his Sunday best. Clothes were the last basic necessity he purchased with his limited money. He had to rely on his late father's clothes for the most part. The clothes didn't fit perfectly, but wearing them to work made

With a racing heart, Daniel scrolled through the message photos of his ex-girlfriend Shelly and one of the popular boys on campus, Micheal Meyers kissing. The photos popped up one after another.Daniel didn’t know much about Micheal except that he was one of those rich guys who roam around the campus in groups now and then in their expensive running cars. It looked like Shelly had successfully gotten taken away by the cars. And from the look on Micheal and Shelly’s faces, they appeared to be enjoying each other's company. Two people in love displaying the love they had for each other. Congratulatory messages from the other students began flooding the chats. They all kept tagging Shelly, who kept responding with loving emojis. He took a long, hard look at her reaction. He couldn't believe that was the same girl he spent the previous night pouring his heart into. The same girl that reciprocated his love. Craig noticed his long tense face as he looked over at his bed. He could tell h

He originally expected to receive funding and support from BioPharm if his PB prototype had been approved, but the presentation turned out to be a nightmare. He had thought of looking for help from his friends’ family yesterday when he was lying in bed but dropped that idea within seconds. He knew Craig’s family sold jewelry as well as herbs, and Matt’s family focused on mines in the country. None of their family seemed to be specializing in Biomedical Engineering. So why would they fund him? Just as he was thinking hard, a knock at his door jolted him out of his reverie."Yes?""May I enter?" Carol asked merrily.He quickly packed the pieces as they were not ready for use. And, giving false hope to his aunt was the last thing on his agenda. He opened the door, and Carol walked in with a big smile on her face, hiding something behind her. "Here is my birthday boy?""My! Is that a gift for your dear nephew?" Daniel asked, sounding mischievous and excited. "Open it!" Carol beamed w

Daniel thanked his neighbor and walked into the house, deep in thought, trying to control his rage. Only the photos were going to reveal who the man was.His main concern was finding the bank book, so he went straight to his aunt's bedroom. He stood at the doorway, with an idea of where to begin. Carol's room was well-kept, and there wasn't much to go through, so he started with her wardrobe, then her drawers on the dressing mirror, but he couldn't find anything. He quickly looked everywhere but the bank book was nowhere to be found.He paused, pondering his next step. He had practically turned the room upside down, but he couldn't find it. The only item left was the bed. Out of options, he flipped it, not wanting to leave any stones unturned but found nothing.Hope was eluding him, the bank book was his last hope. He walked out of the bedroom, tripping over the items he had thrown around, frustration evident on his face. He needed to find the book fast and get to the bank fast.He wa

Daniel kept staring at the photo, trying to figure out who the man resembled, but the faces eluded him. He was certain the ugly face looked familiar. A knock on the door jolted him out of his reverie.It was the doctor; they exchanged pleasantries before getting right to business. Carol needed to be taken in for surgery. The longer they waited, the worse she would become."Doctor, I understand. I'll prepare the remaining funds," he assured."Please hurry, because if you do not make payments, we will be unable to continue treating her," the doctor explained."I understand, just give me an hour."The doctor nodded as Daniel bolted from the room, carrying the house contract with him. He had thought about the cards in his hands the entire night. So far, the enemies believed they were the ones pulling the strings.He planned to change that, and it was time for the Lanes to start playing their cards. He was going to sell the house to the enemies, and use the money to pay for his aunt's surg