Archer stood calmly, studying the mannerisms of the man before him.His wide eyes held hints of urgency, and suppressed desperation.Undeniably the revelation that Big Dot wielded was an alarming news that only confirmed his suspicions about the news tailored for TV.He underestimated him until now. He understood that Big Dot was one step ahead of him, and any more slip-up would lead to a disaster. He needed to act fast and quickly. While he needed allies in this fight, he really did not like the idea of relying on someone whose purpose wasn’t clear.“Lebanon,” Archer spoke, breaking the silence between them, “what exactly do you need from me? How valuable is this information about Big Dot?”Lebanon’s gaze hardened, his expression solemn.“President Williams, the information is not good enough to cripple him, but I promise it can slow down his movements.”That was all Archer needed, to slow him down… then he’d figure the rest.“What’s the other answer?” He asked.“I will give you the

Maverick’s heart thumped against his chest, his hands trembling slightly as he signed the petition before him. After his meeting with Big Dot, the officers in charge put a mask on his face, dragging him out of the interrogation chamber to into the back of a prison van.He had not even agreed to Big Dot’s before he was dragged away.“Who are you?” Maverick demanded the moment the mask was unveiled from his face.“You have been freed… well, only for a few days.”“What, what do you mean?!” Maverick asked, glaring at the officers.“Here…” they said, handing a burner phone to him.“Just do as you’re told. Only do as you’re told,” They repeated, their voices firm with the instruction. Without any more information, the van came to a stop and Maverick was shoved out of the vehicle.—————————Archer woke up late the next day, his body was weak from overworking, his head throbbed painfully, demanding to be taken care of.Reluctantly, Archer stepped out of bed, making his way to the bathroom.

The night of the Poseidon, another invention the Founding Fathers never knew would turn into yet another bloodlust. The mornings usually began like every other Christmas, the daylights were low and the humidity high. High anticipation and excitement usually filled the day, ushering in the night with good spirits and tidings as the Brothers prepared to meet.It was especially Maverick Sr’s idea to have a night where the members of Seven Divine Citadels met and discussed their difficulties and shared insights into the Medical World. Master Brown Woods observed that the night of the Poseidon was fast becoming a networking system than the traditional meet-and-greet Maverick Sr had wanted.Every Poseidon night witnessed the presence of every regal and powerful man in Utah. It was like the gathering of the White House, just with more wealthy Lords and Dukes. Most of which had no business being present at the ball night.There, then, that was when it all fell apart. The disagreement betwe

Tangie Williams moved faster than the news about the ownership of Sullivan’s Distribution Company had shifted from the Sullivans Family to President Williams of Sterling Group. The announcement had come at midnight as Archer speculated but there wasn’t any official confirmation.Lord Sullivan, a strict traditional man bent on saving his face, kept his loss of shares and authority a secret from his family and employees.Meanwhile, Beatrice and Uncle Bernard resumed their usual duties, proudly displaying their titles by parading the hallway of the company to show off the tag on their suit.As Tangie and Mr Mathew stepped foot in the Company’s reception hall, Beatrice greeted them with a scornful tone. “Tut, tut, tut… I would save myself the embarrassment if I were you.” She chimed, her face beaming with pride as she subtly touched the ‘Chief Auditor’ tag on her shirt.“Get away, Beatrice. I am not here for you…” Tangie replied firmly, catching Beatrice off guard.Beatrice shifted unco

Tangie strode purposefully towards the conference room, her heels echoing against the marble as if determined to halt the world around her.Uncle Bernard stood by the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the glass door. As the clinking sound of Tangie’s heels neared, her feminine yet possessive scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air, preceding her entrance like an enchanting aura.Uncle Bernard’s gaze softened as he watched her approach, a mixture of admiration and hope clouded his eyes.Finally, Tangie and Mr Mathew stopped before him, their gazes met in a brief moment of understanding.“Do you want to talk about that dream of yours, Uncle Bernard?” Tangie asked, a small smile graced on her lips. Tangie always had great admiration for her Uncle Bernard, he was the first person in the Sullivan’s family to ever stand up to Lord Sullivan. Well, not for long, because sooner than expected, he was crippled by his father’s vices and dragged back on his knees.“Oh, I’m too old fo