The night was cold and quiet, the only sounds Damion could hear were the sounds of moving vehicles, and motorcycles and also the sounds of the heavy rain pouring down on the earth. This rain was accompanied by scary thunderstorms which threatened the night and people in their homes. Damion was not at all threatened, this was because as he drove through the highway, his mind was occupied. He had gotten something from the visit, he had not left his place to Jack's place in vain. According to Jack, Malika was also part of the plot against him and Bianca, which meant that she wasn't running back to him because he was gradually going to the top. If she truly wanted to get back with him, she wouldn't be part of the plot to kill him, not like he would accept her back anyway. Damion was also grateful that Davina was at Jack's place at the right time because she had contributed immensely to his visit and had given him a clearer view of Malika's intentions. According to Davina, Malika was

Malika frowned as she saw Damion approaching, she couldn't believe that even as the new assistant director of the Lance Medical Hospital, Damion would still not be able to afford a car of his own. “Well it's good you came early,” Damion remarked with a straight face. “Of course,” Malikah rolled her eyes, she looked past Damion, scanning the area like she was in search of something.“Are you looking for something or someone?” Damion inquired, following malokas gaze. “No, I'm just wondering where your ride is?” Malikah asked her right hand on her waist. Damion sighed, he knew she was just trying to lock him “I actually came with a cab, and I paid the cab off already” “What?” Malika roared” so how are we supposed to transport ourselves to the hospital, it's a few miles from here” she added, the anger on her face was visible as she spoke. “We can just take a cab, is there anything wrong with boarding a cab?”

Damion was home alone, he had just gotten back from work, standing in the little bar in his living room, Damion took out a bottle of whiskey and began to pour some of its contents into a glass cup. Finding out that Malika wasn't pregnant and he wouldn't be a father of a child begotten by his ex who dumped him at his lowest was a huge relief to him. The burden on his chest has been lifted, which was why he decided to drink. Damion pulled one of the dining chairs out and sat down, placing the bottle of whiskey on the table together with the glass cup which was half filled, of course, he was cautious, it wouldn't be nice if he got drunk. As he drank, his mind lingered on Bianca, although he was glad that the whole pregnancy saga had been sorted out, he still didn't know how to settle his issues with Bianca. She was hurt by his actions of letting Malika into his home without Bianca's consent, D

It was a cool evening, the bar was warm, and there were different kinds of people having a good time. Bella was on her second bottle. She wasn't so much of a drunk but she could spare a few glasses. “Refill” she giggled and slammed the little transparent cut on the counter. “I see, you are trying to compete with me” Scott smiled, he gulped down the contents of his cup and slammed his cup on the counter just like Bella did. “Refill” Scott smiled as he smirked at Bella. The bartender, who seemed kind of less interested in whatever these two were doing, began filling their cups reluctantly like he had been compelled to do so. “Alright here we go” Scott cheered as he gulped down the contents of his cup. “Oh! You …” Bella frowned as she gulped down the contents of her cup and dropped the cup on the counter. “Refill” Scott announced to the ba

In the lounge area of Mr Smith, who happens to be Wes' father, there was a pool and beside the pool, three people were seated around a table including Mr Smith himself. There were three glass cups on the table and a bottle of wine. A lady who was wearing a uniform, a white top with a black bow tie and black trousers was currently pouring wine into the empty glass cups on the table. “Like I said earlier, I need to infiltrate the lance towers, and you, my friend will be the one to do that for me” Mr Smith sipped from one of the glass cups.One of the men who had a mixture of black and gray hair scoffed “How am I to do that? you know, if were to be honest with ourselves, we will all agree that the Lance Towers is the most powerful company in all of Gold City”“Oh! shut up Gerard, is that an excuse on your path?” Mr Smith frowned. “No, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying it is impossible to infiltrate the Lance towers…I”
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