The entire bar was thick with darkness. Only the occasional blink of the center lights up the faces of the guests in the club.Victor sat in the corner of the hall, a cigarette burning on his lip. He took in a long drag and puffed a huge cloud of smoke from his mouth and nostrils.He watched the strippers dance half-naked on the poles with their heels. He trapped his thighs together, squeezing his muscles tight.The lady danced a bit closer to him, sticking out her tongue and tracing a finger down to the large flesh exposed on her chest. Victor's heart leaped a bit. He dipped his hands into his pocket and brought out bundles of money. He gave some of it to the lady and smacked her slightly on the buttocks."Would you like to go in with me to my room?" He asked, licking his soft lip in a sexy way. The lady shook her butt in his face and grabbed him by the arm.He followed her lead till they got into an empty corridor, and when he was sure they were out of reach from the crowd, he press

The meeting lasted for about an hour. Victor could not defend the missing funds in some of the accounts.He kept silent, his hand trapped across his mouth. His father wasn't present in the meeting, and everything was being said. He has to act fast before the truth is discovered.Before Coleman's passing, Victor and his father had been involved in a major loot that affected the company badly. He has tried to cover the holes so well, but the auditors hired are different from the ones his father has always used.They always had a deal to strike after the loot holes had been locked, and the remaining would be shared among themselves.By the time the meeting ended, Peter had asked Victor to stay back."Sit please"."There are going to be a few changes around here, and if you want to continue working here, you have to obey my rules."."What changes are you talking about?""Calm down". Peter said.He looked at Victor closely. The large hall held a tense smell of contempt between the two men.

For the past three months, Peter has been able to work with the new team he created for the company.A meeting has been scheduled to be held at 12 a.m. by his new secretary, Tyler. The Binders team working on the new app is present in the conference room with their lawyer."Gentlemen!" Peter hailed when he got in. He shook hands with the four men before unfastening his suit button."Mr. Coleman, we have our experts with us here for the execution of this project. Mr. Dan the CEO of Binders Tech began"—"Mr. James and Mr. Phil. He introduced them. The two men bowed with a smile at Peter."Well, I have seen all the prototype designs sent to mail, and you think I love them, especially one of them, Tyler, please. He snapped his fingers twice at his assistant, who ran forward with the printed manuscript containing the designs. The third design is fine. We want something simple and unique yet reliable for the purpose of its invention."."You can trust us to deliver. Mr. Coleman, our company,

The dim fluorescent lights cast a soft glow in the hall. Music booming a big high above the normal level Victor sat at one end of the VIP lounge, two empty bottles of liquor laid on the table alongside a bottle of chilled water.His eyes were drooling as he turned into his glass the remaining liquor in the third bottle."Excuse me, young lady." He called out to the waiter on the other table. She raised her head to face him. A pen is in her hand as she tries to take down a customer's order. The lady excused herself and walked up to Victor quickly."How may I be of help, sir?" She questioned. His eyes never leave his face. She is shocked at how fast he pushed down two bottles of liquor in just a few minutes of sitting there alone. The blaring music made it difficult for her to hear what he was saying, and she bent over to listen. The strong smell of liquor wafted through her nostrils as he spoke loudly into her."Two more bottles," he signaled finally. She walked over to the bar and pic

When Victor got out of the warehouse, he strolled around the building for a moment to make sure no one was hiding before getting into his car. He checked the time on his phone. It was a few minutes past four in the evening. He had not had anything solid to eat all through the day. The hangover had finally cleared off the moment he thought he had come face-to-face with his death.He drove off, taking a different route. The gun was perfectly seated under his seat. Even though it was his licensed gun, he had no right to walk around with it.In no distant time, he was at the heart of the city, driven towards the Atlantic Stiller's restaurant situated by the road. It was a two-story building that held an exquisite restaurant and a bar upstairs. He pulled over and walked in. Mai had texted him the exact spot where she was sitting in the restaurant. As he made his way through the thick, transparent door, he dipped his hand into his pocket and tipped the steward standing by the gate.By now,