Dave grumbles as he stands up to stretch his body. He had a long night, but he knows he can't afford to be late for his meeting with Ava and the President. He made sure to dress appropriately, wearing his best suit and shining his black leather shoes. He checks himself in the mirror, and he looks presentable.He proceeds out of his house, and the sun's rays are already shining bright. Dave tugs his navy blue blazer and heads to his car. However, he cannot shake off the looming feeling that he has forgotten something. He frantically checks his pockets, but he can't seem to find it.Suddenly, his phone vibrates. He takes it out of his pocket, and the screen displays three missed calls from Ava. He lets out a groan, realizing that he had set it on silent last night and forgotten to turn it back on. Dave quickly rushes to dial Ava's number."Good morning, Inspector," Dave says as soon as the call connects."Good morning, Dave. I tried calling you several times. I'm waiting in front of the

The sun was just beginning to cast its warm glow over Oakridge Penitentiary as Officer James arrived for his morning shift. He had been a dedicated enforcer of the prison's rules for years, known for his sharp instincts and an unyielding commitment to maintaining order. Little did he know that this particular morning would set the stage for a series of events that would test his skills and determination to the fullest.Officer James parked his patrol car in the familiar spot, a few yards away from the imposing prison gates. As he stepped out of his vehicle, he couldn't help but notice the stillness in the air. It was an eerily quiet morning, a stark contrast to the usual commotion that greeted him upon arrival. He had a nagging feeling that something was amiss.Just as he was about to dismiss his unease as mere paranoia, his phone chimed with a message notification. He retrieved his phone from his pocket, and the message was from Dave, a fellow officer known for his reliability and di

Juliet stood in the shadowy corner of a dimly lit room, her eyes fixed on a flickering candle that cast eerie shapes on the ancient tapestries that adorned the walls. Her lips moved soundlessly as she muttered to herself, a secret smile playing at the corners of her mouth."Finally," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "Alice has stepped into the good shoes of Dave." The words hung in the air like a long-awaited victory, and Juliet's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.For too long, Alice had been overshadowed by the oppressive influence of Madam Charlotte and her conniving family. They had wielded power like a weapon, manipulating the strings of politics with a cold and calculating hand. But now, the tables had turned, and Juliet relished the sweet taste of revenge."Finally," she continued, her voice growing stronger, "wicked Madam Charlotte and her family are no longer going to act foolish again." The words were a declaration of her triumph, a testament to the resilience of the hu