92Mr Adejobi exhaled a deep and long breath. His features pensive, yet filled with concern. After what seemed like an eternity, he decided. "The best I can do is support you, son. You're clearly determined."Archer nodded slightly, his resolve hardening with each passing moment. "Thank you, Mr Adejobi. Stay safe until tomorrow."As they prepared to part ways, Mr Adejobi reached into his pocket, withdrawing a copy of an old picture. "This might not mean much, but I hold it dear."Reaching for Archer's hand, he placed it in his hand. "That is a picture of me and your father and you..."As Archer feasted his eyes on the picture, a fuzzy feeling of warmth coursed through him."I look so young," he muttered to himself.Mr Adejobi nodded in agreement. "You were such a happy child, just like James."You never told me why my middle name is James," Archer chimed, suddenly shaking of his daze."You are James, son." Mr Adejobi replied.Archer raised his brows with a questioning look. "But my

Not to be rude, aggressive, or vengeful but Archer was right. Eva's Pharmaceutical Company was on the verge of bankruptcy."Could you take some time to think about it first?" Eva asked, her eyes dulled with sadness."There is nothing to think about. You're in debt because your investors made zero to little earnings from investing in your company." Archer spoke firmly. "What would I look like buying a company that defrauded people of their money.""Fraud?!" Eva exclaimed, stunned by the word.Tangie and Celestine exchanged glances as the dining table slowly turned tense."Yes, Fraud," Archer bellowed, "Your apparent ignorance of this fact is even more appalling. The investor-investment policy demands a profit for any investment made to your company. Failure to fulfill such demands only means that you did not keep to your own side of the contract. You could be sued to court. My wife will not buy your woes."The room fell silent as Archer's words lingered in the air. Eva, defeated by Arc

Mariah emerged from the kitchen with a fancy crate of smoothie. As she approached, she noticed her brother and Tangie bury their heads in an ipad tabloid."Those are just baseless speculations, Celestine," Archer said, "lets have breakfast.""Not when these baseless speculations are sparking controversies online. People are calling for a new President." Celestine replied, his features evidently showing that he barely had any sleep. "Celestine, have breakfast and get some rest. We have more important things for today." Archer said, his concern about the articles carefully hidden beneath him. "Are we still going through the disguise plan?" Celestine blurted out, astonished. "Don't you think it's suspicious? These articles were released on perfect timing to stop you from going to the auction.""How would an article or two stop him from attending the Poseidon night?" Tangie interrupted, furrowing her brows. "By tainting his image." Mariah contributed.Archer remained composed, watching

“Professor D. A. Gary?” Mr Mathew queried, his voice a bit high pitched than intended. Tangie and Archer approached the lunch table, their expressions filled with hope for approval.Mr Mathew glanced at Tangie, gazing at her with both concern and curiosity, “Are you okay with this? I mean…” he paused, shifting his attention to Archer. Tangie’s unease was evident in the way she held on to Archer’s hand under the table. “It’s alright, dad. We need all the help we can get.” “But he…”“Dad,” Tangie interrupted cautiously.Mr Mathew exhaled softly, resigning into his seat. It was at the tip of Archer’s tongue to ask about the seeming history between the Professor and his wife, but it was clear that Tangie would rather not talk about it, so he remained quiet. With his gaze steely fixed on Archer, he asked. “I hope no one is pressuring you into anything…”Tangie nodded weakly. “Yes, Dad.”“You know you can talk to me, Tangie. I’ll do anything to protect you from anyone even if it is your

Archer and Tangie buried their heads in the many scribble writings Professor Gary had presented to them. Despite the throbbing pain in her back, neck, and shoulders, Tangie pressed on, dissecting the theories.Flipping through the hundreds of pages of Professor Gary's scribbles, Archer became increasingly frustrated mostly because he did not seem to understand the methodology of the theories. But the one thing he had made out from the heap of books was; the Professor speculated that the human mind could be accessed. The concept of hypnotherapy was as popular as Hollywood these days, but Professor Gary's theories speculated a deeper access to the mind than just mere memories. The capability of heightening the mind's emotions and digging up the mind's darkest secrets didn't seem like a practice anyone would be interested in but surprisingly, someone was willing to pay a great deal of money just to have the unproven theory.It felt like a slow-burn revenge ploy, the strategies were w