A sleek BMW sedan pulled up in front of the aging apartment building, its polished exterior contrasting sharply with the worn facade of the structure. The tinted windows rolled down with a soft hum, revealing Karel and Bradley, who sat inside the luxury vehicle. Karel leaned forward, peering out of the open window at the building's weathered exterior. "So, this is the place where that old man lives, huh?" he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. “Yes, that’s correct,” Bradley nods. “Based on the information I heard, he's been residing here not long after we moved to North Struggl. which explains why he can disturb us easily." “I see,” Karel replied briefly, absorbing this information as he looked at the old building. “Okay, I understand. So, all we need to do is just get rid of the old man, right? Do we need him to do something like the other tramp?” he asked. "Yes, and nope," Bradley replied, his tone serious. "This time, I didn't ask you to make him do something s

With their duties at the Behav Pharmaceutical Shop complete, Greg and Alan found themselves standing at the entrance, contemplating their next move. The shop buzzed with activity as employees continued their work, oblivious to the executives' presence. Alan shot a mischievous glance at Greg. "You know, Greg, all this walking and talking has worked up quite an appetite. What do you say if we grab some lunch?" he suggested, his tone casual. "Sure, lunch sounds like a good idea. Let's do that," Greg replied with a smile. "Great! I'll check if any of the other executives want to join us. They should be done with their tasks by now," Alan said, reaching for his phone and opening the executive group chat. However, as soon as Alan scrolled through the chat, a growing unease washed over his face. Alan's phone was flooded with messages, and it was highly unusual for him. "What's going on here..." Alan mumbled as he continued scrolling. "Why there are so many messages in here and... Huh?

The café's ambiance had shifted from intense revelations to a determined resolve. Greg and John stood up from their table, ready to delve deeper into the mysteries entwining Behav Pharmaceuticals and the enigmatic Faith company."Okay, Master. I will make sure to find more information about the building, and also where Bradley and Karel went this morning," John affirmed, his voice brimming with determination as he held the door open for Greg.Greg acknowledged John's commitment with a nod. "Good. Additionally, please focus on uncovering the relationship between Karel and Faith. It could provide us with a trail leading to Bradley's covert activities and his dealings with the executives. Search for information in old archives; Karel strikes me as someone who values tradition."John respectfully bowed, a silent testament to his unwavering dedication. "Understood, Master."As they readied to leave the café, John hesitated for a fleeting moment, before clearing his throat. "Ah, Master, do

Huff! Huff! Huff!The alley was a labyrinth of darkness, its narrow confines casting shadows that swallowed the feeble glow of the streetlights. In this dimly lit maze, a figure clad in a smart secretary outfit dashed through the silence, her footsteps echoing in her ears like the pounding of a drum. She occasionally glanced over her shoulder, paranoia and fear etched across her face."Did I lose them?" she thought, her breath ragged.As she ran, the alley stretched on endlessly, revealing no one in pursuit. The secretary figure, however, had no intention of slowing down; she couldn't afford to. Not until she reached a place to hide and catch her breath.Finally, she spotted a small alcove, an unassuming gap in the brick wall that led into a tiny space between two buildings. It was a place that seemed custom-made for a desperate fugitive seeking refuge.Without hesitation, she rushed into the alcove, seeking refuge in its narrow embrace. Her back pressed against the cool rough bricks,

As they continued their ascent up the narrow staircase, Dylan's commentary grew increasingly intense. Dylan now even begins to compare the aged apartment building to an underground prison!"Honestly, Greg, this place is worse than an underground prison! Who would willingly choose to live here? It's beyond me!" Dylan remarked, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and disdain.Greg, who had grown accustomed to Dylan's unending comments, couldn't help but let out a weary sigh. 'Ugh… It's been 10 minutes since we climbed the stairs… How come he has so much energy to comment? Doesn't he feel tired or something?' Greg mused silently as he continued to ascend the creaking staircase.However, despite Dylan's relentless commentary, Greg had no intention of stopping him. In fact, he found himself oddly grateful for it. By Dylan talking non-stop like this, that means, Things were starting to return back to normal.'At least he's back to being talkative. It's been kind of weird having a real