Straightening his suit gently, Mr. Du Pont's eyes filled with confidence as he walked through the entrance of the Loughty mansion, his mind filled with different thoughts as he walked along the grand hallway. The echoes of his footsteps reverberated off the walls. As he made his way deeper into the mansion, with a commanding voice, he turned to face them, his gaze unwavering. "Please, do not follow me," he declared, his words laced with authority, his face stony. "What I am here to do is of utmost confidentiality." The guards paused as they nodded in acquiescence and dutifully remained outside the threshold. With a steady resolve, Mr. Du Pont continued walking, his keen eyes scanning every corner of the mansion. Guided by the cryptic mention of the blue room by Mr. Philips, his sense of purpose drove him forward. The enigma of the elusive chamber beckoned to him, a puzzle waiting to be solved. If Shane was truly in a blue room, it must be quite far away from the ground floor, he th

"Just keep your head straight," As Nicholas alighted from his car, he strode down into the office building, brushing off the nods and greetings that followed him with a wave of hand. The young man beside him followed with a casual demeanor, his disheveled hair adding a touch of rugged charm to his appearance. Despite his unkempt appearance, he carried himself with a quiet confidence just as Nicholas had instructed. "Follow me," Nicholas said to the young man, leading the way towards the elevators. The doors slid open smoothly, and they stepped inside, the young man adjusting his gaze to take in his new surroundings. As the elevator ascended, Nicholas glanced at the young man beside him, studying him carefully. There was a mystery about him, he had alot to say. The elevator chimed softly as it reached its destination, and the doors slid open to reveal a corridor bustling with activity. Nicholas guided the young man out of the elevator and into the flow of people moving through th

"Mr. Du Pont," Nicholas began, his voice steady, "I need to know why you went to the Loughty's house." Mr. Du Pont's eyes widened in surprise, the glass slipping from his trembling hand and crashing to the floor, shattering into pieces. The room fell into a heavy silence, the only sound the soft hum of electricity and the shards of glass scattered across the floor. The sudden sound made both men flinch, but Nicholas held his ground, his expression unwavering as he awaited Mr. Du Pont's response. "Are you wondering how I knew? You don't need to be shocked. I just want to know what you went there to do." Niçholas repeated calmly, a smirk curling his lips. With a shaky breath, Mr. Du Pont composed himself and let out a heavy sigh. "I... I... was go-going to tell you about it. If you didn't ask me, I would," he finally admitted, his voice tinged with guilt. Nicholas arched an eyebrow inquisitively and gestured for Mr. Du Pont to continue, his demeanor calm yet

As the quartet dispersed, each of them heading towards their respective offices, Mr. Du Pont hesitantly walked into his dimly lit office, the weight of impending doom hanging heavy in the air around him. He couldn't just stop thinking about Shane and the danger that's looming over them. As he turned to lock the door behind him, his trembling fingers struggled to steady the lock with a soft click. His heart raced as he ran a hand through his unkempt hair, the nerves creeping up his spine evident in his every movement. He paced back and forth in his office, sweat creeping out his forehead. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Mr. Du Pont paused before dialing a number, a mix of fear and anxiety etched on his features like scars. The phone rang, each tone echoing in the silence of the room until a familiar voice answered, tinged with annoyance. "Why are you calling me again, Du Pont? You shouldn't call me so often, you know the nature of our business," The man's tone

As Nicholas' flared up, the tense silence in the room hung heavy like a thick fog. The stunned expressions on the faces of Mr. Andrea and Mr. Du Pont mirrored the shock etched on Mr. Philips' features. Each man stood frozen in disbelief of what they just figured out. After what seemed like an eternity, Nicholas finally broke the silence, his voice low and deliberate, as he addressed Mr. Philips. "Hold on, Is it true that you are a member of the RMI group, Mr. Philips? All I need is a genuine answer, I do not want beating about the bush," he asked, his words lingered in the air, charged with accusation and suspicion. Mr. Philips' face contorted in fear, his eyes darting around the room desperately. He vehemently denied the accusation, shaking his head in denial. "How, Mr. Loughty? I don't know what Shane is talking about. Do you even think it's possible that I am working with such a terrible, parasitic organization?" he protested, his voice tinged with fear. "Shane is obv