The air was cold, winter was fast approaching. The window was foggy and the thermostat was turned on full blast, still, it didn't make it any warmer, or perhaps, it was the shiver within him.Chris tossed on his bed and finally sat up, he'd been unable to get any sleep and after a full day's fatigue, he was nearly breaking down. Even after the meeting had gone sideways, many shameless men at the table who had openly voted against him tried to weasel their way back into his good graces by sending gifts and congratulatory texts. Chris deleted and rejected all they sent, he knew his foes and he wasn't going to smile with any of them. He jerked up when his phone rang just beside him, breaking the serenity of the morning and his train of thought. The caller ID was unknown and he almost rejected it, believing it would be another sycophant, but he decided to take it and warn whoever it was. "Hello, you better have something aside from a fake congratulatory message to tell me, if so, make

"The Jupiter? That's unbelievable." Chris replied, moving to the door. "I can't talk now, meet me at our rendezvous point ASAP," Jefferson said and hung up. Evans looked at him quizzically, he'd only heard the name but had no idea what they had said. "I won't bother asking who that was, or what it is you're getting yourself into, but it's all stupid and it will bring nothing but regret," Evans warned him yet again. "You have no idea what this is, Evans, you have no idea at all," Chris said, he'd had enough of people trying to stop him, he had to find answers. Every day he spent not fulfilling his purpose was like a nightmare to him, he had to get what he wanted, and he had to smoke out the Jupiter - whoever that was. "Don't play the hero, Chris, don't play the hero for this family that doesn't even appreciate you," Chris snorted, the family was never his focus but if he could free the Robinson family then so he did, but first, he wanted to avenge his father. "Forg

The warm water cascaded down his back as he stood under the shower, his mind wandering. His thoughts went to the previous day and he glanced at the letter that now sat on his bedside table.The Orbit had decided for some strange reason to let him off with a warning and rather than take him to the Jupiter directly, they provided a message to him which must be read by Pete. Chris wanted so badly to test open the envelope and look at the content, to read it and know what his fate was, but he knew that would bring even more punishment, he needed answers, not punishments. Chris could tell that Jefferson's spirit had waned a little after he witnessed him being taken away. He could see the fear in the man's eyes as he got into the car and the relief in his eyes as he returned with an envelope. The staff all came out to look and many gasped in shock, never had anyone been taken by the Jupiter and returned in one piece, and certainly not on the same day. Potter had driven him home quietly

Christian smirked at Hogan who sat there, his face a mask of fury, his jaw clenched and his eyes red. Once again, he'd been outsmarted. "I told you that seat wasn't yours, and never will be." He whispered across to him. Hogan sneered at him but could not say anything. "It's still within the day, am I right?" Pete asked the spokesman of the Orbit. The thin man nodded, obviously the day wasn't over. Evans smiled at Chris, giving him a thumbs up for how he'd managed to salvage the situation before Hogan was pronounced the new messenger. Pete looked a little worn out, the dark bags under his eyes told the story of insomnia and stress. Although still standing strong with his chin up, one could see that the old man was far from fit. "And why did you leave the board waiting for too long?" A member of the orbit asked. Chris sneered and rose, about to point out how insensitive that was, but Pete stopped him with a finger and decided he'd answer that. "I just received your letter, by th

Chris had not returned home since the meeting at the board. Potter had convinced him - as he usually did - not to sleep at his apartment and for once, he agreed with the old man. At the hotel, Chris made several calls, first to his investigator to identify what had led to Pete's kidnap but still, they had no information that could give him a lead. "I'm afraid it's a dead end, we could not find any fingerprints, no hair, nothing, it seems like they knew we were coming and they packed up real good." The investigator said. Chris nodded, he knew it was chasing the shadows but he needed something to pin on the Jupiter and take him down once and for all."How about the Orbit? Anything?" He asked. The investigator laughed, "It's impossible to chase the wind, we can't find anything on them, let it go." The man said, Chris hung up without another word. He'd quickly realized that not one member of the family would be on his side with his revenge mission, but he hadn't expected them to. He d