After about an hour of driving, the car pulled up in front of a deserted building.“Get down, you old fool." One of the men screamed the command at Bill Steels. He was childishly open, shivering like a wet cat. He managed to push himself out of the car with his eyes still tied.“Please don’t kill me." Mr. Bill begged, his body shaking vehemently. He was led into the abandoned building by the men; he wasn’t sure how many rooms he passed, but he knew they made about three separate turns before they got to the dark room.“Take off the blinds," a voice commanded, and the man quickly did as instructed. Mr. Bill’s eyes were blurry by the time the blind was taken off. He could see human figures but couldn’t make out their faces.“Sit”. The one whom he suspected to be their boss commanded him again. The man had a voice akin to that of someone he knew, but he wasn’t sure until he could see clearly. His eyes soon adjusted to the darkness, and soon the man’s face came out. His eyes widened whe

It’s been a couple of days since the incident. Peter was sitting in his office, exhausted from working the whole day. He took a deep breath and scanned the office. His eyes caught the picture of his dad hanging beautifully on the wall. He smiled and walked over to the portrait. He traced his finger on the old man’s face. Hi, my smile broadened. He shut his eyes and wished his father had stayed longer. He is happy his father was able to find him before he passed away.Just within a few months, his life had taken a new turn, leading to an unpredicted breakthrough. He has lived as a destitute man all his life with his mother, even though he has been told how she stole him away when his real mother passed away.Life has not been easy for him growing up, and so he is determined to grow so wealthy that his children and grandchildren will inherit his riches without fighting over any property like his Uncle Kennedy and his son Victor.The loud buzz from his phone made him turn in that direct

This was also the very first time Victor would be humiliated publicly. By the time he got home, he was sent to vent his anger on any domestic staff that showed up in his way. His chest swelled with anger over the humiliation he had just received a moment ago. He screeched into the front of his father’s mansion and pulled just a few minutes away from the building with his suit in his hand.A notification soon pops up on his phone. He squints his eyes and peers into the screen to read it.“I am not ready for all of right now,” he signed and locked his phone screen. He punched the doorbell, and in no time, the maid came running. From where he was standing, he could hear the light thuds on the floor as she approached. When she pulled the door, she came face-to-face with two dangerously looking pairs of eyes. She has always known Victor to be rude, and she has no choice but to greet him still because he is her boss.“You are welcome, sir." Margret greeted. Victor didn’t even bother to gi

The bang on Kayla’s door got her lifting her eyes from the system sitting before her on the desk. Kayla’s office held an ambience of a harmonious blend of professionalism and warmth. Streamlined chairs, designed for both comfort and functionality, dot the workspace, creating a seamless balance. On the wall, diverse picture frames were proudly displayed, capturing moments of achievement and shared experiences with stakeholders.On her left is a medium-sized counter built into the wall. It contained a lot of files and other official documents valid for her position.Whoever it was didn’t even wait for her to approve their intrusion.“Mr. Taylor Greene,” she called in shock. She stood in utmost bewilderment. Mr. Taylor never shows up at the store unless there is an emergency.She quickly got up from her seat with a smile on her face, but the smile quickly disappeared when she sensed Mr. Taylor wasn’t here to play.“Is there a problem, sir?” She asked, wiping her hand against her dress.“

The next morning, a man dressed in a well-tailored suit pulled in front of the Green Mall. He stepped out of his luxurious car and adjusted his suit collar briefly. With his suitcase in his hand, he worked directly into the building. Mr. Taylor had seen him through the transparent door even before he walked into the building.He knows his instinct never lies to him. Peter had threatened to get his lawyers involved in the matter before leaving yesterday, but he didn't think it would actually manifest until this strange, fine man walked into his mall with a briefcase."How—how may we help you, sir?" he stuttered. The order sales personnel had their eyes fixed on the man."You could be of help. In diverse ways," the man grinned at Taylor. —I'm Attorney George Clayson; I was sent here by Mr. Peter Coleman, and I bet you know him.".When the man heard him, he nodded. His instinct couldn't have failed him this time."Can we please talk privately... in my office?" he begged as he scanned the