Eddie stared at the diamond bracelet in his hand, marveling at the way it glittered under the dim lights of the room. Agatha had handed it to him with that seductive smile of hers, her eyes twinkling with mischief and something else—something deeper that he couldn’t quite place.“This is for you,” she had said, placing it in his hand as they stood in her lavish Paris apartment. “A little token of my appreciation.”Eddie had taken the bracelet without a second thought, grateful for the gesture. It was beautiful, elegant, and clearly expensive—something that only someone like Agatha could afford to give so casually. He didn’t question it. After all, he’d earned it, hadn’t he? He’d done everything she’d asked, given her everything she wanted, and more.He fastened the bracelet around his wrist, admiring how it caught the light. Agatha watched him with a satisfied smile, her eyes tracing the lin

Eddie sat in his office, the weight of recent events pressing heavily on his shoulders. The betrayal by Agatha had left him reeling, and the ensuing crisis with the company’s compromised systems only deepened his sense of unease. He knew he needed a distraction, a way to regain some semblance of control amidst the chaos. That’s when his phone buzzed with a new message from Agatha:**“Eddie, I’d like to invite you to dinner this evening at one of Paris’s most esteemed restaurants. I have someone I believe you’ll want to meet—an influential investor who could be pivotal for our partnership. Let me know if you can make it.”**Eddie hesitated for a moment, the memory of their last encounter still fresh in his mind. Agatha had been manipulative and deceitful, yet there was an undeniable allure to her confidence and vision. He knew he should be cautious, but the prospect of securing a reliable investor for their company was tempting. Perhaps this was the opportunity they needed to turn thin

The wind howled through the broken windows of the old, abandoned house as Jennifer stood in the middle of the dusty living room, her heart racing. The wooden floorboards creaked beneath her feet, and the musty smell of decay filled the air. She hadn’t been here in years, and the eerie silence of the place made her skin crawl. “Frank?” she called out, her voice trembling slightly as she glanced around the dimly lit room. The only light came from the setting sun outside, casting long shadows on the peeling wallpaper. “Are you here?”A moment later, Frank appeared from the hallway, his face pale and his eyes sunken. He looked worse than Jennifer had ever seen him, his clothes hanging loosely on his thin frame. But despite his sickly appearance, there was a gleam in his eyes that made Jennifer uneasy.“Jennifer,” Frank rasped, his voice weak as he moved toward her. “You came… I wasn’t sure you would.”Jennifer hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to turn around and leave. Something

Jennifer’s heart pounded in her chest as she walked through the dimly lit streets, the echoes of her footsteps the only sound in the still night. Every shadow seemed to stretch and twist, every rustle of leaves caused her to look over her shoulder, expecting to see Eddie’s stern face glaring back at her. But the streets remained empty, and she pressed on, determined to find Frank and get the answers she so desperately needed.The city was eerily quiet at this hour, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by an unsettling calm. Jennifer pulled her jacket tighter around herself, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to seep into her bones. She didn’t know where Frank was, but she had a good idea of where to start looking. There was a small bar on the outskirts of town where Frank often went when he wanted to be alone. It was a dingy place, the kind that catered to those who wanted to disappear for a while. If Frank was anywhere, he’d be there.As she walked, Jennifer couldn’t help but r

Eddie stormed into the dimly lit underground club, his eyes scanning the crowded room for a familiar face. The bass from the music thudded in his chest, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing within him. He pushed past clusters of people, ignoring their curious glances, until he finally spotted the man he was looking for.Axton sat at a secluded booth in the corner, a glass of whiskey in hand. His dark, tailored suit blended seamlessly with the shadows, and the flickering light from the nearby candle cast sharp angles across his face. Eddie made a beeline for him, his steps purposeful and his expression set in stone.As he approached, Axton looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, if it isn’t Eddie the Enforcer. To what do I owe the pleasure?"Eddie didn’t bother with pleasantries. He slid into the booth across from Axton, his eyes burning with intensity. “I need your help, Axton. This is serious.”Axton raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat as he studied Eddie