The atmosphere was grim in the building's lobby. Police officers were on standby. This was a normal occurrence since two of the most powerful people in the city and perhaps the whole country was meeting there. Police officers, armed security forces, personal bodyguards, ex-military, mercenaries, you name it. They all took strategic positions in the building. Michael Bolton, Chris, Sarah, and Rose walked through the corridor, the ladies watching everyone because they didn't trust them. "I don't like this," Sarah whispered as they walked. "You shouldn't have come then, why did you come?" "Same to you, you also don't like it. You have brushed your strap three times in the last thirty seconds," Sarah said. Rose threw her a look. "Maybe I would be less worried if you used your all-seeing eyes on the right people," she whispered harshly. The Boltons walked in front of them without a care in the world about what was happening at the back. "Should I be worried about friendly fire?" Chris ment

20 YEARS AGO...Michael ran down the street corner, looking behind his back. His pursuers were hard on their heels and they came for him. He knew if they caught up, they would kill him without second thoughts. He winced when he made a sharp turn to his left to try to lose them, the knife wound he had in his stomach was slowing him down. "You there! Stop!" "Stop there!""Get him around the bend?"Michael looked back and continued running. Just a little further, just a little further and he knew he might stay alive. Sparks flew in front of him and he realized that they were shooting at him. Michael crouched and continued his escape to the safe zone. When he took another turn to a side street, a van pulled up and he was relieved that help had come. Thomas opened the door. "I'm so sorry, I'm late, are you hurt? Jesus, fuck!" Michael jumped inside and lay flat on the floor. The Van's driver floored the pedal and the vehicle sped away from the shooters. "Get him to the hospital, he is

The meeting was a breeze and Arthur was grateful that he wasn't asked technical questions. "Geez!" Chris loosened his tie as he walked into the corridor with both women at his side. "Welcome to your father's world," Monica said. Chris looked at her. "It's hectic. I want to take a break from this.""Just one and you are like this? Pathetic," Rose mocked him. Chris turned to her. "Mind you, I'm your employer." He gritted his teeth. "Correction, I work for your father," Rose retorted. Chris stopped and gave her his full attention. "Well, I'm his son, whatever belongs to him is also mine.""Well, I'm not yours, I answer directly to your father. If your father said I should whoop you up, I will happily do it," Rose popped her knuckles. "Guys, you are taking it too far. People will see you fighting," Monica warned them. "Give me a break, maybe I might just teach my father's dog a new trick," Chris accepted the challenge. It was crazy how a few taunts escalated into this, they reall

"Rose, we can't ignore these signs, we have to act. And I suspect Arthur," Monica complained as they walked to the car. "It's too obvious. Arthur is crazy, but he doesn't have balls to pull it," Rose said. "He might have balls, I mean he was with the convoy and he even came to work, when he knew that all of us were against him," Chris jumped into the conversation. "Either way, we can't act until Mr Bolton comes back. I have to report to him." Rose opened the door to the security department and walked in. Chris was about to follow, but Monica held the sleeve on his rumpled shirt. "Yeah?" Chris turned back. Monica released her hold on him and looked away. "No—Nothing." She shook her head. "I will be going to the maintenance department to know what really went wrong with the equipment," she said. "You sure you don't need me to escort you? I mean we were just in an accident.""You seem to forget I'm your bodyguard," Monica smiled. "It's alright, I will be back soon. Don't leave Ros

Sarah waved at the black SUV as it approached her. The black license plate and the unusual numbering pattern on the plate signified it was one of Michael's cars. Rose lowered the windshield and flashed a bright smile at her. "Nice Corvette." She nodded towards the vehicle. Sarah smiled and did a half glance at the vehicle. "I customized it myself." She saw Monica inside and waved at her. Monica returned the greeting. "Hey Sarah," Chris greeted as he stepped out of the car. Sarah raised her brow. "Hey, what's with the brown patch on your suit?" Chris glanced at it. "Yeah, I had an accident. You didn't even call to check on your partners, is that how partners do?" He cocked his brows at her. Sarah ignored the last sentence. "Accident? What accident?" She turned to Rose as she stepped out. Two other SUVs, Chris' escorts, drove past them slowly and parked down the street and the men stood out, looking up at the buildings. "An elevator incident," Rose replied. "Escaped in the nick