Connor sat at the bar, a satisfied grin on his face as he ended the call. "I'll let you know the next steps soon," he said, his voice tinged with excitement. He slipped his phone into his pocket, revelling in the aftermath of his plan. Timothy's coma was a stroke of brilliance, and everything was falling into place.Jake, the bartender, noticed Connor's unusually cheerful demeanour. "You seem awfully happy tonight,” he remarked. “What’s got you so excited about drinking medicine booze in a rundown bar in Queens?" he scoffed, wiping down the counter.Connor chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "You need to stop being so pessimistic, Jakey; maybe then you’ll be able to have a smile as big as this." Connor flashed Jake a mockingly bright smile.Before Jake could respond, the door swung open, and four men entered. Despite their efforts to blend in with their casual clothing, Connor recognised them instantly: Kent, Roland, and Andrew. They made their way to the private area, their presence

Roland entered Kent's office with a smirk on his face. He couldn't wait to share the news about Amelia's downfall. He bounced with pride as he walked, excited to share the news of how he humiliated Amelia and claimed his office. He opened the door to Kent’s office and found him engrossed in paperwork."Guess who just claimed his office as Vice President," Roland chuckled.Kent barely glanced up, his expression unreadable. "By the stupid smile on your face, I don’t have to guess; I know it’s you. There’s no time for your gloating right now; there’s much more pressing matters to address."Roland's smirk faded. "Which are?"Kent leaned back in his chair, fixing Roland with a stern gaze. "Drugging the old man. We need him to sign those shares to us soon, so his drugs have to be switched today; and you, Roland, are going to do it."Roland's eyes widened. He knew that Kent would enlist him to handle the hardest part of it, but he didn’t know it would happen so soon.“But how am I-“Kent cut

That day at the prison, while Roland and Kent were working swiftly to achieve their agenda at the Elysian Syndicate, Jason was at work in the prison kitchen with Wylie.“By the way, Jason, what are you in for? didn’t get to ask you yesterday,” Wylie said as he dried off the dish that Jason passed to him.Jason sighed "Murder, but I...”“Let me guess, you didn’t do it." Wylie scoffed, completing Jason’s sentence in a sarcastic tone, “Same story as everyone else.”Jason rolled his eyes “It’s not a story,” Jason said as he scrubbed a pot. “I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. And I’m certain that it was a set-up,” he explained. As he recorded the story, he felt rage rise inside him, and he began to scrub the pot with vigor. His hands gripped the sponge tighter. The pot he was scrubbing trembled in his grasp, and the suds that once glided smoothly over the surface were now being worked into a furious lather."Jesus, don’t take it out of the pot, bro." Wylie laughed. “Well, assuming

On the other side of the city, Andrew was seated in his father's office. They were going over mundane tasks for Sinclair Enterprises, but as Andrew looked over the papers, his mind couldn't help but travel to more concerning topics.He tore his eyes from the document in his hands and focused his gaze on his father instead.“Did you lose something in my forehead? Why are you staring at me like that?” Stefan drawled out in a tone that sounded both annoyed and unbothered. Although he was speaking to Andrew, he didn’t lift his head up to look up at him and was still focused on the papers on his desk."Father, did you kill Officer William?” Andrew blurted out the question before he could stop himself. “Don’t be an idiot. I wouldn’t kill someone so insignificant." Stefan stated, At first it put Andrew at ease, but the ease was short-lived and it withered once Stefan continued, “But I would get someone to do it for me.” He finished in a low casual tone, still focused on the papers.Colour

After Serena’s visit, Jason’s hopes were slightly lifted. He returned to his cell and sat on his bed while Wylie did sit-ups on the floor. The Godfather was also in the cell, but as always, he kept to himself and didn’t converse with either Jason or Wylie.Both bored out of their minds, they started playing a game of twenty questions.“Have you written your will yet?” Wylie asked Jason.Jason’s brows furrowed in confusion. “No, why would you ask that?”“Because of the way Rosco acted towards you, it’s obvious that he’s got it out for you,” Wylie replied. Jason scoffed “That’s the kind of person Rosco is. He just acts that way to try and intimidate everyone.”"Well, it works! No one goes against him here." Wylie said, then did his last sit-up. Exhausted, he lay on the floor. “Why do you talk about him like you’ve known him for so long?”“When I was in jail the first time, he was there too, and he and his goons beat me up badly,” Jason admitted.“He beat you up?” Wylie’s eyes widened