Sleep was far from Christian for the rest of the night. He could not get a wink, he tossed and turned and finally, he managed to get work done before it was 1:00 am. He still could not get the picture that Shirley had painted out of his head. He looked at the blueprint that the detective had sent him before he even arrived in the town. The pub was small and had three rooms. The bigger hall where chairs and tables were assembled for patrons, the bathroom which was closer to the back door, the kitchen area which was mostly a fridge, a sink, and a cooker, and of course the other room. The secret room. Looking at the blueprint didn't tell Christian much, it was just a small rectangular room which could have maybe been a store or even another bathroom. As much as he knew that Karen was working with Berlin, learning that she met with him at intervals was another interesting story. "Shit, what do I do?" He asked himself that night as he looked at the missed calls from Potter. There was n

The room around him was brighter as he finally regained consciousness. He could hear voices around him, not harsh echoing like in the tunnel but more like hushed whispers. Christian did not want to let them know that he had regained consciousness, he kept his eyes as shut as he could make them appear while still seeing a glimpse of his surroundings. "Quit playing dead," a voice suddenly sounded right beside him and he flinched, he hadn't expected anyone to be that close. Christian opened his eyes and looked to his left to see the man who was seated right there, slouched in an armchair with his hands holding a cigar and a book. "So, you're finally awake, I was beginning to think I hit you too hard," the man said and Christian realized he was most likely the man in the tunnel, he'd only seen his bulky frame but not his face. Christian winced as he tried to talk, his head was aching badly and he tried to sit up but noticed he'd been tied to the small chair where he sat. "Going some

The exit of the tunnel led to a small boutique that was on the outskirts of town, close to where the train station was. As he climbed up to the stairwell and pushed the door open, he noticed that no one seemed interested in him even though they'd seen him crawl out of the ground. The receptionist at the desk simply looked at him blankly as he walked out the door and Christian figured that the establishment belonged to Orton, a way of making the tunnel he'd made. It was a brilliant idea, there was no way someone could guess that there was an entire world down there, an entire company. Chris could not get to his car that morning, he'd barely been able to get home in time for a change of outfit before he headed down to Otec - again. This was his second time parked outside the gigantic building and he didn't fail to marvel at the beauty of it all. He sighed as he pulled out the proposal from his dashboard and clutched the token that Orton had given him firmly in his grip. Coming down

Pa Pete was hesitant to begin the proceedings of the meeting and everyone on the table noticed, especially Chris who was just right beside him.Sonya must have noticed too because she smiled and said mockingly, "Are your feet getting heavier for you, Pa Pete? Perhaps it's not just your grandson that needs replacing, you too might be getting a little too old for that seat." Pete ignored her and looked at Christian who calmly nodded at him, a silent approval to commence the meeting. There was no need to wait, it wouldn't change the outcome of the meeting anyway. The orbits were right behind Jupiter, all six of them stood like rods, stuff, unyielding, with their hands crossed. Pete looked at them scornfully and then cleared his throat a little too loud. "Is there something you have to say? We don't have all day, Pete." Sonya said, her lips still bearing the same smile she'd exited the vehicle with that morning. "I think we all know what I'm about to say," Pete said, looking at member

Sonya did not look so confident anymore, her weak bones trembled and she quickly grabbed onto the desk for support. Christian still wore a smirk on his face as his grandfather, Pa Pete looked warily at the document on the desk."You got the deal?" He asked, his tone disbelieving. Christian did not reply, at least not verbally, he remained standing with a smile on his face. "This is ridiculous!" Sonya yelled, "There is no way this boy could secure a deal with Otec, there is also no way in hell that he knows Orton Berlin," she snapped. Christian dipped his hands into his breast pocket and retrieved the token that Orton had given to him, he did not bother handing it to her but simply slammed it on the table. With shaky wrinkled hands, Sonya picked up the token, she turned pale, her eyes wide in shock. "But how! I have been dying to meet this man all my life, how could you get the Supreme token?" Sonya asked, still in disbelief. "You are not the only one that can weasel your way into p