The man stood in front of Lucian with a frightened look and clattering teeth like he had just eaten a pack of ice. He was especially scared of Thomas who was standing tall and huge behind him."I…I…just took the videos because I wanted to. Please…let me go," he pleaded without being asked.At this, Lucian scoffed. "It's wrong to take videos of people without permission and yet you took a video of me in the heat of a drama? You had better keep shut if you can't say something reasonable,""Sir, please. It was nothing…" the man insisted, and Thomas sent him a hard kick between the legs to shut him up."Listen, don't make this harder than it already is. Give me the information I want so we can all go our separate ways," Lucian asked with a calm expression and even though he suspected Betty to be the pioneer of the whole plan, he wasn't so sure. It could be anyone else.The man kept pleading. "I didn't do it intentionally, sir!"Lucian was slowly becoming irritated, but he tried not to let

Lucian was becoming irritated, but he forced a smile. "You know the answer to that question quite well, Mr. Donald,"Donald shrugged. "I don't believe so. If the team says you're disqualified, then you are,""I want to know for what offense," Lucian stated calmly.Donald went silent for a while as if in contemplation of what his next words would be. When he finally spoke, it was with a pissed tone. "Mr Lucian, if you don't mind, can you excuse me? I have load of work to do,""You mean loads of bribes to hook up with?" Lucian interjected with a piercing gaze.Donald edged closer, his head tilted as if he couldn't have heard him right. "I'm not sure I understand you. What exactly do you mean?"Lucian smiled, but it was a dangerous smile. A smile that contained a volume of disgust and fury in his heart. He brought out the evidence from earlier and played it, but his eyes were not fixed on the video, they were fixed on Donald. He saw the look of horror and the way Donald's eyes drained o

The conference hall was a large one, exquisitely adorned and arranged to contain the number of people in attendance. Rows of leather chairs were meticulously placed in perfect symmetry and on the wall behind the stage, the motto for excellence was flashing in different colors on the projector.Summer stood with a smile, admiring the stage which was adorned with glided columns and a rich, red carpet. She visualized herself standing there before this crowd and giving the best speech ever."You look beautiful, mum!" Betty shrieked beside her. "Go up there and win this thing. It's just you in the limelight now,"Summer proud. "I'm proud,Betty returned the smile, then suddenly she frowned. "About…Lucian. Are you sure he's dead? Knowing that jerk, he could forcefully get discharged just to be here,""He is dead!" Summer snapped, annoyed at how Lucian not being dead made her feel. "I pulled out the life support with my hands. I watched him die,"Betty smiled. "Oh, that's better now,"From t

Summer just stood there with a blank look. The shock had made her numb and unfeeling, so she stood, her eyes glued to the projector, watching as she shared white envelopes among Donald's bodyguards.It didn't take long before the loud, painful murmuring of the audience reached her. The reporters thronged forward with their cameras, taking several pictures of her."What is she doing? That looks like a bribe to me.""Shit! was that how was she able to top the list?!" A voice yelled from the crowd."Isn't she pathetic? Collecting bribes in broad daylight…!""Backing of grace, blah, blah, blah…" another sneered.Donald swallowed in agitation, the air suddenly becoming stuffy. He was sweating everywhere and it was cold sweat. He passed a frightened look at Lucian and when their eyes locked, he sent him a pleading look, but Lucian broke the gaze without hesitation."Fuck, I'm so screwed!" He muttered severally like a mantra. "He said he wouldn't release the video! He said…""And you thought

Donald's eyes flew open with a start and when his brain registered with the unfamiliarity of his environment, he jerked to his feet in fear. As he stood, hot pain traveled through his body mercilessly. Liquid dripped down his nose and when he touched it and looked, it was blood; his blood.At that moment, the door opened and a man walked in. He had a long, deep scar that was hell frightening. Worse, he wasn't smiling and that made him look more vicious."What am I here for?" Donald forced the word out of his throat."You're here for me, and what's with that look on your face? I'm definitely loving it," a cold voice said from a hidden spot in the room.Donald strained his eyes to see the owner of the voice and when he did, he stiffened, unable to move. It was Lucian dressed in a three-piece black suit while his hair stylishly poured over his face. He looked like a Mafia Lord."Lucian…?""Yeah?" Lucian smiled. "Why do you look so scared, a contrast to yesterday's show of confidence,""G