The conversation was one of mockery and disdain as the words made their way into Paul’s ears. The Kazitanis were approaching closer and closer this time.Paul’s ears picked up the unmistakable sound of weaponry in the distance and the noise sent a shiver down his spine. Paul’s senses were on high alert and he knew that it was war that was coming for him.Paul’s mind was a whirlwind of competing ideas, each one vying for his attention as his thoughts were jumbled up. Should he dart towards the driver’s wheel area and forcefully drive the vehicle out of the terminal? How was he even going to do that as quickly as possible without getting a host of gunshots in his direction - and that was even if he was quick enough? Driving the truck away from the terminal with the very limited time that he had was even very risky because there were many other trucks around there which was always going to be very difficult to navigate through until he was able to get out. It would take at least 5 min

Both Upalima and Boarus’ bodies fell with a silent and violent scatter of destruction, their skull erupting with a violent burst as blood splattered all over the floor.Their bodies lay motionless and still. They were unresponsive as they lay on the ground and their lips slacked in absolute lifelessness.Zilinzky’s breath hitched with a horrified gasp of shock as he turned his gaze toward Hoestes who had shot the gun.“Come on, man. Let's get in. There is no need to worry about these blokes. They deserved what they got,” Hoestes spoke, his tone cut with a sharp edge of unrepentance.Zilinzky heaved a sigh that suggested that he agreed with what Hoestes said. “Alright, let’s get in,” Zilinzky responded.***Dynasty Medical Institute was a big building beaming with a white facade radiating with a sense of efficiency. The hallways were bright and airy and the walls were adorned with accolades and research papers. The rooms were filled with the hum of medical equipment.Camille had been

“Your appointment is hereby terminated with immediate effect,” Camille seethed, her teeth bared with anger.Ms. Selana’s face turned into a smirk. “I will leave your office but you don't have the power to terminate my appointment! You may be my boss but we have a board of directors and they are responsible for such decisions.”“Absolute nonsense!” Camille rebuked.“I have been here long before you Ms. Camille. Don't forget that. I know how this place is run even before you came here. Just because you have an affair with the head of the institute, Paul Leonard doesn't mean that young have all the advantage because we can still destroy you,” Ms. Selena responded.Camille noticed that Ms. Selena kept saying “we” and it led her to a realization that she had many enemies within the medical institute. But Camille had to remain tough so that she wouldn't be reduced to nothing. It was all a defense mechanism for her because Ms. Selena’s words were getting to her. “I am your boss and you will

Camille was rendered speechless, her mind was a jumble of half-formed thoughts as she strained to find the words that had deserted her. She had been dealt a massive blow one that she didn't know how to overcome. There was nothing more to say. Even insisting on Ms. Selena leaving her office was too much of heavy words to come out of her mouth.“Well, I will give you some time to yourself,” Ms. Selena spoke, her eyes gleaming with mockery. “I am sure you will need it considering how messed up you are. Good luck finding a solution to your problem and this time even Paul can't save you.”Ms. Selena’s heels clicked loudly on the floor as she marched toward the exit, flinging the door closed with a satisfying bang to Camille’s uttermost dejection.****Jude Bournemouth of the Bournemouth Corporation had been thinking about how he was going to fulfill the assignment that he had been given by Mayor Thompson. Mayor Thompson wanted to get at Paul Leonard because he refused to bow to him and w

“When Bournemouth Corporation still had good finances, you would never try to make sure that things were getting better. Instead, you would waste your life doing things that would destroy you. I remember how you were so fond of women that you would rather give them all your money than invest it in something profitable.”“But you are talking as if you are a saint when you are asking me to be an accomplice to a kidnap,” Morgan argued. “How can you check to condemn me when you are also not so pure.”Jude swallowed a bitter taste of rage as he instead opted to explain better. “Look, brother. Somethings we do things that are not so good because of the end goal. I learned that while I was in prison and I learned it the hard way. The only thing that separates bad from good is the end goal - the final objective. “In this case, you know what our final objective is. We are looking to ensure that we get funds from the mayor so that our company can recover from its liquidated state. That gives b