The atmosphere was electric down the basement where Dexter and his family were as dust from the creaking sound poured down on their faces, forcing them to protect their faces.The silence was thick and heavy with fear as they looked at each other confusedly.Ronny quickly pressed against his mother, embracing her and hiding his face in the warmth of her protection. Little Ronny didn't want to die. He wondered if he was going to see another day. If he was going to play with his friends at school ever again if he was going to play around with his bicycle on Saturday mornings, or if he was going to hunt for spiders with his friends.Quincy, even though her face was contorted in fear, patted him on the back of his head calmly as his face was sunken in her embrace. Quincy let out a drop of tear which fell on Ronny’s palm. Her fear was turning into sadness as she slumped her shoulder ready for whatever was going to happen. The hitman noticed the creaking sound and a strange feeling surged

Camille lowered her eyes, her face a study of embarrassment.“Don't worry about her Grandpa. Let's just say that she is someone who played a huge role in ensuring that you are here.”Grandpa Leonard paced his gaze back and forth to get a good sense of his surroundings. He started trying to recall how he got to be hospitalized in the first place.“How long have I been unconscious?” he asked as he was recalling little by little what happened to him before the accident.“Well, Grandpa, it's been 3 days now,” Paul responded. “We are on the way to celebrate your 75th birthday when—-”“Oh, I remember now…I remember,” Grandpa Leonard butted in, and this time Paul dropped the glass cup when he saw that Grandpa Leonard was still hesitant. Paul heaved a sigh of relief. At least his memories were still intact, he thought.“I was also badly wounded from the accident so I couldn't ensure that you were given a private treatment on time.”“Oh, I understand, Paul. You have done so well.”Grandpa Leo

A lot of investors felt comfortable with the image that Grandmaster Leonard had created for the syndicate.The guests slowly put their hands together in applause as they paced their heads back and forth looking for Paul.Mr. Timber seemed like the most surprising of all. His expression was a mixture of disbelief and horror as he struggled to comprehend what was going on.He pinched himself on his lap to be sure that he wasn't in a dream. Was it the same Paul he slapped at the hospital a few days ago that was now announced as the head of the syndicate? Was it the same Paul who he knew as the errand boy of the Winstons? So, Paul was truly a grandson of the grandmaster Leonard.Sweat started dropping off Mr. Timber’s face because he knew that Paul being in charge spelled doom for him. ‘No, this can't be true. I can't believe this stunt just yet,’ he thought as he was still in denial of reality.It was a huge stone for him to swallow.“Before I welcome him onto the stage, I have to say t

**A drop of tears escaped Miriam’s eyes as she recalled the beautiful moment with her father. The fact that her father always called her his little hero made her feel encouraged and devastated at the same time. She wished Mr. Zendaya was still alive. She had always tried to hide the pain in her heart but a sudden sense of revenge was digging up the pain again.Her eyes were aflame with rage and her lips twisted in a sneer of contempt.Her interview with Dexter made her feel closer to finding out the people who murdered her parents - at least she knew that they belonged to an organization or cult. All she had to do was to figure out who exactly was responsible for her parent’s murder.She could feel it in her bones that the person was still alive.The name of one of the informants Dexter exposed was Jordyn Serfa.But she remembered that Dexter could still give her more information.She picked up her landline to call her assistant who came into her office immediately.“Have Dexter com

"Oh, I am sorry ma’am but it was delicate for me to leave what I was doing unfinished," Ms. Serfa responded.Miriam’s face reddened as she wanted to interrogate further but she calmed her nerves. That was not the plan. She wanted to be extremely nice to her because of her plan. She couldn't afford to let her know about the boiling rage inside of her.“Alright, it is actually not a problem. I thought as much that you must be very busy. I rate you very highly, Ms. Serfa,” Miriam remarked, her lips curved in a brief plastic smile.“Oh, thank you, Ms. Zendaya,” Ms. Serfa responded.“Please, do have a seat,” Miriam offered and Jordyn Serfa took her seat.“You know, sometimes I wonder how you guys at the production department cope with the stress and everything. It must be very stressful at times, isn't it?” Miriam asked.She was trying to establish a rapport between herself and Ms. Serfa.“Oh, yes. Sometimes, it can be a handful but I guess that is why we were trusted with the job that we