It's Saturday afternoon. Mostly during these hours, the pub will be empty, no one is ordering their fave cocktails in the bar, or mostly flirting with their female staff members. It's an unusual sight, the manager said. All of the people are circling a certain table, far away from the entrance. It’s near the jukebox and the comfort room door. They are standing, hands on their chin, whispering and gawking at two people sitting at the table with a chess board and a clock. The female staff wears glasses with her hair down, wearing his female staff outfit. Her opponent is a stranger, who seems like a pub reviewer from the local government unit where they can revoke your license to operate. They instantly played chess as if they bet their life on it. One of the onlookers explained the game to his children, who didn't even know the rules of the game. ‘I want to play like her, dad,’ the children excitedly told her father. The father nodded and said, ‘In a right time, darling,’ The childre

The take over, meeting and introduction went smoothly, everyone in the company clapped their hands, whispered and thought about the future endeavors of the newly appointed CEO and his team. Everyone flashes smiles, giving their congratulatory messages and doubtful gazes to Antonio. On the other hand, Antonio is still calm, collected and down-to-earth. He shakes everyone’s arms, brushes all the doubtful and arrogant gazes of other committees and employees, but he avoided being rude since he wanted their permission to let him do his own thing. It’s appropriate to actually pretend that he has all the things in life but the permission and the likeness of the committee is all he has minus the money and power. Antonio has a conversation with one of the company owners in The Tower. “What’s your plan? I heard from your grandfather that you’ll have it listed,” an old man with wrinkled face and tailored suit, with a respected aura said. “I tend to keep it that way, since publicizing the lis

Antonio haven’t heard any single farewell from Elyse, Elizabeth and Mr. Sanrino. When he quickly went into the exit doors, he saw them talking in the hallway, as if halting Elyse to go home. They just stand there as if they are long time friends. The old man and his personal assistant went into the meeting hall and Antonio tore off his gaze to those three people he called them triumvirate. The old man, who’s everyone called him like that instead of De Isqueirda Senior. “I didn't have any opinion about the media’s incessant question about the newest CEO,” The old man said without even sitting on his seat. “For sure, you’ll do it later, grandpa,” Antonio said, confidently gazing at his grandfather who built this empire with his trusted executives. “As I promise I wouldn’t put your face on the tabloid,” his grandfather assured. Antonio nodded, agreeing to his father’s behavior. “The files aren’t retrieved, yet.” One of the production managers said. He intently looked at Antonio befo

The night will not end, someone from the executives called Antonio and threatened him to be the VP of Production. Antonio didn't want to hassle the newly formed organizational team and even his future plans. Antonio gritted his teeth when his secretary barged into his office. "Mr. De Isquierda, the executives threaten us to agree to his offer. If not, he will publicize your team members and other potential VP," the secretary said. "Damn it." Antonio cursed after that he fisted his hand and thought about a solution. "Tell his assistant that we can do it not until he offered us something that can benefit us," "But, Mr. Isquierda," the secretary halted Antonio, "Mr. Richardson is not an easy man. He wanted to do things on his own way,""Then, if he's a devil on flesh, we are devil in disguise," Mr. Antonio said. He even sparked the secretary's intuition, and even though Mr. Richardson is the bogeyman, Antonio is the one who can figuratively kill the bogeyman. "What do you want to do

A loud howl is heard under the moonlight, a cold breeze kisses her cheeks; she even smells urine and human poop. The mistress of Mr. Richardson is being tied down in a chair, blindfolded with a tape on her mouth. She wanted to scream so loud but she couldn't. The sweat forms on her forehead and she breathes through her nose. A calloused hand caressed her cheeks and slapped it. The intensity of the slap made her head go sideways. A tear fell on her eyes as if begging for her life, she didn't imagine herself being tortured by this. She thought being a lover of one of the businessmen in La Paz would make her lie comfortable. “Stop! Please!” she pleaded but they didn’t hear her fallen voice. She received another slap, her hair is being pulled by a man and his heavy breaths is near on the woman’s ear. The woman heard a baritone voice and she trembled when she realized that she got threatened by an unknown man. “It’s past 11:30,” another man’s voice is heard, the woman’s heart is still