Jeremy left the bar that afternoon, a little renewed, he had the answer he needed, he had a name and he had numbers - the address of the oil magnate and business mogul. Outside the hotel, he received a call from Hanson informing him that Ella was out of the state on a private jet and he couldn't track her destination. "I can feel it, something isn't right, make sure to call me once you get any information about her." He said and Hanson agreed. "Alright, sir, I'll be on the lookout." He said."One more thing, Hanson, give me all the latest deals of the oil magnate, Titus Miller, I need to get into his circle." He said. "Boss, he's currently on a case, he's trying to have the mafia boss jailed, and...he hasn't been in the public scene for several months," Hanson said. "I know, that's why I want to get into his circle, business functions, anything you can think of, tell me what he does and who it does it with, I need to get to him ASAP." He said, "On it boss." Hanson replied and the

Jeremy Harrison drove like the devil was on his heel. The journey from the farmhouse which Titus Miller used as a safehouse and the city was far apart but in a matter of less than an hour, he covered it. He arrived at the airport some minutes later and scanned the area. She was nowhere in sight and her phone was ringing but she didn't pick up. Frustrated, Jeremy had a call and all flights were halted and the planes searched. "Make sure no one leaves without my knowledge, lock all entrances." He ordered and the man obeyed instantly. As Jeremy paced at the terminal, he could feel his heart pounding, he did not want anything to happen to his girl, Ella. There was a ruckus at the far end of the airport and then, he saw Ella being brought out, her clothes rumbled, her hair a disheveled mess. "Jeremy!" She snapped as soon as she caught sight of him and ran to hug him. "I'm sorry I came late, are you okay?" He asked as she shook in his hold. Jeremy pulled away to gaze into her eyes,

In the exclusive club, Jeremy sat at the VVIP section, watching as bodies grinded against each other on the dance floor and the music filtered softly around. The dim light thankfully hid the frown on his face, that was until someone came closer and noticed his scowl. Jeremy downed the third glass for the night and promised himself that he wouldn't take another. Ella was a sore topic for him. He had never felt for someone so strongly after his wife. In fact, he'd never realized how much he liked her until she told him about the man in her life. He was furious to know that she had someone else than him in his life and even openly confessed to loving him and wanting to save him. With a groan, he slammed the glass on the table and asked the bartender to replace it with sparkling water. As the glass of water arrived, he downed it at once and ordered another before pulling out his phone. He had promised to help her and he was a man of his word. He couldn't stand to see her hurt like tha

Domino Sinclair lost sleep that night. He tossed and turned and could not help but jerk awake every time he realized that it wasn't a dream, his firm had indeed been broken into and Joseph had stolen from him. At about 5:04 am, Sinclair was already out of bed and heading to the office. As he drove down the relatively quiet neighborhood, he wondered how he'd not noticed that Joseph was a snitch, he should have known that he wasn't to be trusted. From the various sick leave he usually took and then his insistence on working late at the office, he should have known he had something up his sleeves. A few minutes later, still upset with his ignorance, Sinclair arrived at his firm and crossed the tapes to move inside. The police had wanted taping off the area but he insisted that it wasn't necessary, he didn't want it to get out of hand, or into the press. "What the heck! I told them not to do this! It's not a crime scene for fucks sake!" Sinclair swore angrily and swiped off the tape as

The sun hung low in the sky when Sinclair and Jeremy finally arrived at a private place to 'talk' like Sinclair had put it. Jeremy knew why the lawyer had insisted that they leave the office, the whole place was compromised. From the destruction to breaking into the archive, it was clear that whoever had sent Joseph or worked with him - as Sinclair had pointed out - was looking for more than just a recorder, they wanted much more. The house before then was semi-detached, Sinclair drove behind the yard and disappeared from sight, no doubt trying to hit his ride and so Jeremy followed suit, parking just behind him. Sinclair got out of the car and slammed it shut after dropping his suit on the seat and uncuffing his sleeves. Jeremy marveled at how the man managed to remain considerably calm despite the events of the day. He felt bad, he knew that Sinclair needed rest, especially since his case was the next day. Jeremy swung out of the car and said to him, "We can do this another day