“I did that?” Diana gasped. She was trying to make it sound as if Michael was lying against her or something, but Michael remembered clearly. Even though it got on Michael’s nerves that she was trying to play tricks on him as though he didn’t know what he was saying, he still tried to be calm while he spoke to her.“You must be mistaken; I never really did that to you. Maybe you mistook me for someone else. I could never hit someone like you,” she said, trying to caress Michael’s chin shamelessly with her finger, and then Michael smiled gracefully and slowly brought her hand down.“No, I am not mistaken, Diana. We are not friends, and I don’t think that we would ever be friends. As you can see, I am trying to eat, so I will appreciate it if you can let me eat, please,” Michael said with a smile on his face, and Diana frowned. She was completely out of words; she didn’t know what to say. The fact that Michael wasn’t directly pushing her away but instead was only smiling while he pushed

Michael found himself in awe, marveling at the glow that surrounded him as he stepped into his father's office."Dad, this place is like something out of a dream! Are we in a movie or what?" His eyes sparkled with wonder as he took in the luxurious features of the room.With a proud grin, Mr. Winchester clapped Michael on the back."You're absolutely right, son! And what you did at school today was nothing short of amazing. Thanks for giving everyone a moment they won't forget. This is just the beginning, Mike. Now, let's make a splash on the WINCHESTER TECH stage.""Wondering where I got the news?" Mr. Winchester said, seeing the surprise on Micheal's face."Yes dad, I'm wondering how you got the news and knew what happened in school today," Michael said and Mr. Winchester nodded."Ohhh... Your driver told me everything that transpired Michael. He told me how you embarassed your ex-girlfriend without making it look like you're embarasing her," Mr. Winchester said and Michael smiled.

2 DAYS LATER"Michael Winchester? Of course, you are. I can tell from the resemblance. Please come inside, sir and ma," the shopping guide ushered Michael and his new girlfriend, Emily, into the mall."Mr. dad's secretary personally phoned the manager to inform him of your coming," the guide added as he walked Michael and his new girlfriend inside. The eyes had no mouth to describe the beauty of I.K shopping mall.The mall was regarded as the best on the continent. It was no place for the poor and average families to shop; the least cookies were sold for 10 dollars. People from different parts of the world traveled to shop in the grand mall.Though Emily was also from a wealthy background, she had never been to the mall before now. It wasn’t Michael’s first time, so his expressions were different; he literally shopped here every weekend since he met his father. Emily could not help but awe at every section of the mall they passed."Oh! Michael, this place is fascinating. They even got

The van rumbled along, and inside, Michael Winchester was between 5 thugs. He was kept in their midst and they all seemed pissed.Michael's entire body trembled with fear. Confusion gripped him as he had no idea where he could have gone wrong or hurt these me and eventually leading to him being kidnapped by them. "If you know what's good for you, don't even try to escape. For each failed attempt, you're going to get beaten up so bad you won't be able to move a muscle," one of the person's under a mask said to him and he gulped as the fear persisted.The particular one that spoke walked to a corner of the van and grabbed a really thick, black sack. Michael wondered what they were going to do with it until he realized it was meant to be used on him."No, no, no!!" Michael screamed.They put the coarse sack over his head and, he struggled to take it off but they hit him to weaken him."Hey, where are you taking me? Can you please tell me what's happening?"Michael pleaded, the urgency in

The text message silenced the two men; the phone dropped from Mr. Winchester’s hands, and Mr. Charles stood still, his heart racing quickly. The confusion on Emily’s face said it all; she did not clearly understand what that meant, but yes, she knew it was about Michael.“They have him, Charles, they have my boy. They kidnapped my poor son,” he said slowly as tears took a path down his chin. Emily was out of the dark now; she quickly covered her mouth not to shout, but it still came out, “Jesus,” as she dropped to her knees.Mr. Charles quickly removed a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit to clean his boss's face. “Here, sir, don’t let people see you crying in public; it will raise an alarm,” he whispered, looking around to make sure nobody had seen that.“Hey, you better get up before anyone sees you, get hold of yourself,” he said to Emily, trying not to attract attention to themselves.“Sir, he is going to be fine. Who knows, they might not have him yet; maybe they are