“Ms. Zendaya. I accept that you got me but I need you to understand that the things I want to tell you could be way to dangerous.”“Dangerous?” Miriam asked, her eyeballs wide open. “How so?”“I am a family man. I have a wife and two kids. I do not want to lose them,” Dexter responded.“I understand what it means to have people you want to protect so badly. In fact, I know what it is like to lose people you love. I wouldn't want that to happen to you and that is why I am giving you my word once again that you and your family would be protected.”Dexter’s shoulder tensed and his expression was one of disbelief. “Ms. Zendaya, I would need you draft an agreement which would be signed by the both of us to that effect.”“A contract?” Ms. Zendaya asked with surprise written all over her face. What would she not encounter with this Dexter of a man?“Yes, Ma. A contract where you will write that my home would be assigned with at least two trained security agents from the company and one perso

Miriam’s parents were assassinated when she was only 12 years old in her presence. Luckily for her, the killers did not hurt her but even as a little girl, she realized that something was common among them all - the same tattoo of an owl with sharp claws and a sword striking it very closely but prevented by a shield. The last time she had seen the image since Dexter showed it to her was when her parents were assassinated. She had always been on the lookout for that image though. She believed that it was the key to finding out parents’ killers but she just might have found her first clue. The Kazitanis group had to have something to do with her parents’ death, she thought.“Does it ring a bell to you?” Dexter asked again. She had better told him if she knew what it meant. It would help him understand more what he was dealing with but ultimately it might just make him more insecure than he already was.“No, no,” Miriam denied. “I know nothing about this but I appreciate every informat

He soon widened his eyes in surprise when he found out that there was blood on his hands.Shit! Was it from his body? Was it Grandpa’s blood. It was quite dark but he angled his gaze toward Grandpa Leonard’s stomach and saw that the area was thick and melted. “Sir, we would have to help you out of there slowly is that alright,” the paramedic informed him, a small torchlight was on his hand.“You have to help my Grandpa, he seems to be bleeding,” Paul said nervously. He was still not yielding to the paramedic’s request to leave the crashed vehicle.“Sir, we will help you. That's why we are here but we need you to give us your arm so that we can lift you out of there. It's not safe for you in there,” another paramedic explained.The vehicle was in a destructive state with the roof pressed inwards and glass pieces shattered all over the ground.Paul realized that one of the glass pieces was stuck inside Grandpa Leonard’s body and that was what made him bleed.“You have to help him. He h

“What?! Are you asking me to excuse you? Who are you to tell me to excuse you? I am bringing to your notice something which you should take into consideration but you are too shallow to understand,” Mr. Timber fumed.“Sir, I have no problem with you. I just….” the nurse said but Mr. Timber interrupted her.“I have no problem with you either but I assure you that you will regret the day you were born if you bring up a reason why I should have a problem with you.”The nurse retracted her gaze away from Mr. Timber in a manner that seemed like she had succumbed. She really didn't want to annoy Mr. Timber. She was just an ordinary nurse on an average pay - why would she want to lock horns with someone from one of the richest families around?“Apologies Sir,” she uttered, bowing her head slightly.“I forgive you. I am sure you don’t know quite well who you were talking with and that is why you had the guts to ask that I excuse you,” Mr. Timber said, his shoulder rising in a pompous manner.

“Shusssh! You need to be quiet,” Mr. Timber said, forcing the envelope into his pocket and straightening his uniform.“That is for you to go in there and get Paul arrested — he is the one on that hospital bed. I am sure you can do that for me right? I mean 500 dollars would make you look more handsome, wouldn't it? You could afford a few more of those male toning creams,” he winked toward the security even though he was still very fidgety, sweat forming a camp on his forehead.“But Sir, I don't have such powers. I don't have the power to arrest on my own. I can only restrain a person while I inform my bosses to come and make the arrest.”Mr. Timber’s mouth curled into a false smile, disappointment written on his face. “Erm, okay then. This is what you are going to do. I need you to request his license. If he doesn't have, you are going to tell your bosses that you have reason to believe that he attempted to kidnap the grandmaster but unfortunately got into an accident.”Officer Yoro’s