“Dubois, why did you of all people, decide to tell me a lie?” asked Benjamin. Mr. Dubois blinked his eyes in confusion. “Master Benjamin?” he repeated. Benjamin silenced from his speaking further using his palm.“I’m already quite aware, that you know who you Mr Ollivander is. And I am quite sure you have his exact location.” Benjamin had confirmed this using [Appraisal] earlier. Both Dubois’ and Giordano’s heartbeats had sped up considerably when the matter of Mr. Ollivander Wallouby was brought up.Dubois opened his mouth but was silenced again.“Never mind how I know. Now the question is, are you going to keep lying to me or not?” asked Benjamin seriously. Dubois and Giordano looked at each other. By the time they turned back to Benjamin, it seemed their mind had been made up. Did they have some sort of silent communication method?“Those bags look heavy, Master Zepelii” began Giordano. “And you as well, Master Benjamin. Permit us to assist you in handling them?” asked Dubois. John

“Where we off to, Boss?” asked Johnny.Benjamin downshifted into second gear to blow past a red light. He had been getting much better than his first drive-through, and with the help of a few YouTube videos here and there, soon understood how to use the paddle shifters by the steering wheel.“I’m going to bed” replied Benjamin. “As for you, work resumes by 08;00 AM tomorrow.”“Where?” asked Johnny. “What are you, blind and deaf? We have an office!” stressed Benjamin.“NOT THAT. I meant where am I going to sleep?” asked Johnny.Benjamin braked hard to take a left turn. “What are you talking about? Where have you been sleeping up until now?!” he asked.“On the streets”“Excuse Me? Why?!”“It’s not much of a statement If I’m going back to some fancy hotel with a luxury dinner, now is it?” reasoned Johnny.“What the fuck is wrong with you?”“There are people in third world countries, that are struggling to live and holding on to whatever morsel of life they have left because of these con

“Now, for the second error of conduct-“ stared Thomas. “Driving a general licensed car.”Benjamin turned to him. “What?”“Your car has a general license plate, Mr Benjamin. For someone of your status, that is a most vital error of conduct. You should have a Star Alliance specially-made Vanity plate installed. If you had, it would lead to zero stops from the law in this city.” stated Thomas.“I thought you just said the whole point of Star Alliance was to remain invisible and anonymous to the population at large?!”“I think you’re misunderstanding it, Mr Benjamin. Star Alliance is not made up of the most influential and powerful people on the planet, the most powerful and influential people are Star Alliance. Do you understand?You were selected to join the program because of your potential to become more prominent than you currently are. That importance cannot exude itself when you are driving a commonplace car such as this.” Explained Thomas.“I’m not sure I’m following.”“To keep y

"There is one final thing, Mr Benjamin" stated Thomas. Benjamin groaned with his head buried in the steering wheel. The high beams had all but destroyed his irises from the constant brightness. "In the name of all that is good, what?!" "Have you ever heard of a System?" asked Thomas. Suddenly, Benjamin became alert. His instincts warned of danger ahead in the conversation. Trying to make no sudden movements, he raised his head slowly, and said: "Huh?" Thomas paused as if waiting for some kind of an effect. "A system, Mr Benjamin" he replied. Benjamin shook his head skillfully in the art of acting. "You mean a computer? I don't understand" he said. "Not in the conventional sense, no" replied Thomas seriously. "And, what does this have to do with anything?" asked Benjamin. "Well, the Alliance has information that the Black Family, or one of them, has recently come into the privileges of a 'System'" Benjamin shook his head. "Again, what are you talking about?" "A system is an i

"World Conquest is achieved when all leaders on earth look to the Conqueror favourably, and await his next directive. Every directive on earth, whether of a city, state or country, works to favour him or his intentions. Every currency pair flows through his several personal accounts throughout the globe. The state of each country represents his intentions. He has a supreme say in every decision on the planet. Only then, has he achieved World Conquest"It was an interesting and entertaining concept to hear at least. The way you'd think about what perpetual motion would look like, or free energy across the globe, or World peace everywhere. But factually, it held as much credibility to thought as a children's bedtime story. "That's Impossible," I said. Payton was silent. Seemed he didn't have much to contribute to an argument. But something about that frightened me. "Payton?" "Yes, Master?" "Has anyone, ever, achieved this World Conquest?" Payton went silent once more. Benjamin could