"We already called the ambulance; they should be here in a few minutes," the voice said. "Please apply pressure to the cut, Mr. Harry." "Go, son! This is not my fight. I will be fine. Go retrieve your inheritance. We still have a lot to do after this one. Go! Go!" Mr. Harry groaned in agony. Quickly, as if Mr. Harry's urgency had infected me, I sprang to my feet like I was on fire and rushed towards the end passage door like a bolt of lightning. Reaching the door, it was as if I were at the gate of prosperity, knowing fully well that my entire life would change the moment I opened the door. I took a deep breath and muttered to myself, "It is worth it," judging from all I have been through in this country called Nigeria. I stared at the doorknob for about a minute, figuring out what I would do the moment I beheld my inheritance. "Why is it not opening?" I yelled, turning the doorknob, but the door refused to open. "Why is the door not opening?" I yelled again. "Mr. Taylor, you mu

Landing in Chicago brought forth a new feeling within me, akin to that of a child taken on a holiday and returning to see his parents, who welcomed him with a bag full of ice cream.Michael being the first and Benjamin following closely after him, we disembarked from the helicopter and made our way down to Mr. Harry's mansion.Mr. Harry and I walked alongside each other, our steps in sync, resembling a couple strolling down the aisle. Underneath his capable arm, he held the documentation I had retrieved from the bank.In a similar fashion, Ethan and Samantha walked together, exuding an air of comfort. My eyes remained fixed on them, much like an artist captivated by his exquisite masterpiece."You like her, huh?" Mr. Harry spoke suddenly, sending shivers down my spine. "How could he ask me such a horrendous question?" I thought.As if Mr. Harry saw my inner turmoil boldly displayed on my face, he laughed and continued, "You don't have to lie to me or to yourself. You like her, but unf

The next morning came swiftly, and as I stepped out into the secret office, I noticed everyone was already present, including Mr. Harry. It felt as though they had all been eagerly awaiting my arrival because, as soon as I opened the door, their intense gazes spoke volumes, especially Samantha's. Unexpectedly, Ethan was the first to speak. "The man of the hour is here amongst us," he exclaimed, and like that, everyone, including Mr. Harry, erupted into a round of applause. Each person was impeccably dressed. Mr. Harry wore a vintage shirt and a stylish white hat, with a brown cigar resting on his lips. His crisp white pants and perfectly polished shoes completed the ensemble. Samantha and Emily, like twin sisters, donned elegant white flowered gowns, their long hair cascading gently over their shoulders, reminiscent of a graceful fountain. Ethan sported a black leather jacket, his hands holding a device, similar to Michael and Benjamin, who were practically indistinguishable from

Like a seasoned race car driver defying the limits of gravity and pushing the bounds of physics, Mr. Harry skillfully turned the steering wheel, executing a flawless 180-degree reverse maneuver. In a heart-stopping moment, he seamlessly shifted gears, a symphony of motion unfolding before my eyes. His practiced finesse was evident as he effortlessly rolled the gear stick, his right leg moving with lightning speed and precision, merging power and grace into a harmonious ballet of control. Compelled by curiosity, I quickly glanced at the side mirror to witness the aftermath of this breathtaking driving display. The blue flames that once danced at the back of our car had vanished, yet our speed showed no signs of diminishing, propelling us forward with an unwavering momentum, defying the laws of inertia like a comet streaking through the vast expanse of the night sky. The car no longer thundered down a straight path; instead, it danced along the road with unparalleled speed, inducing a

I understand the nature of Mr. Harry’s job. It was never to trust anyone easily, never to be swayed by the sweet tongue of a suspect pretending to be a victim, and, of course, most importantly, never to be caught off guard, like a vigilant fortress standing firm against the tides of deceit.And I did not blame him when he saw that I was already comfortable with the old man. He immediately pulled me back behind him, and Ethan, Samantha, Emily, Michael, and Benjamin swiftly formed a circle around Mr. Harry, like a loyal and impenetrable shield safeguarding their leader.Each of them still wielded their handguns and pointed at the old man, as Mr. Harry immediately voiced, "The wealthy man who was murdered and left the inheritance, I know. The child from the street with the necklace I know But who are you with the gray hair?"It didn't mean the old man answered Mr. Harry in that instance. However, that didn't mean he retaliated by pointing a gun at Mr. Harry either. But to say he flinched