"Hello Ethan" a very deep voice from the shadows greeted."Jackson." Ethan called, his hands placed beside him with his feet a few inches apart. He had a ready-for-battle stance.As Ethan called the person's name, a very built man with average height came out of the shadows. The man had on a very fitted shirt that brought out his huge biceps and ripped body. He had different scars that were visible on the parts of his body that the cloth was unable to cover. "Can't say you're a sight for sore eyes" Jackson blurted out. Standing in the same stance as Ethan.It was almost as if they were in a stand off."I can see you got my little love letter to you." He continued."You're a sick man, you've always been sick since I've known you." Ethan fired back, squeezing the letter and throwing it back to Jackson."Ouch" Jackson said as the ruffled piece of paper hit him on the chest. "No need to beat around the bush then, Ethan. Let's go straight to what I want." Jackson beamed an evil smile at

A great mansion stood behind a gentle hill, at the West end of the city. Its silhouette an elegant harmony of stone and ivy, a testament to generations of wisdom and learning. As one approached, the ornate iron gates whispered tales of the many scholars who had crossed this threshold, eager to unravel the secrets within. The symbol of a Quill and An Ink was boldly engraved on the iron gates that led into the estate. The Symbol of House Rhodes - A symbolization of what they stood for.The gravel path leading up to the grand entrance crunched underfoot like the soft rustle of pages, setting the tone for what awaited inside.Upon entering, the scent of aged paper and polished oak enveloped the atmosphere, an olfactory embrace that hinted at the treasures contained within. The foyer, illuminated by a grand chandelier, was flanked by mahogany bookshelves stretching up towards the vaulted ceiling. Each shelf bore the weight of centuries, laden with tomes that ranged from leather-bound cl

"It's Jason Lockwood sir." Rachel answered with a straight face."Jason Lockwood?" Ethan repeated the name with surprise. "Send him in." He added."At once sir." Rachel answered and left the office.As soon as she left, Ethan turned back to the laptop in front of him and typed in "Jason Lockwood." Under a second, there was already a list of articles and blogs showing up as the result of the internet search.Ethan had barely begun reading up on him before the door opened once again."He's here." Rachel announced as she ushered in a fine young man, dressed in an impeccable suit that clung to his tall frame with an almost sculptural precision. His bespoke charcoal grey suit was crafted from the finest Italian wool, exuding a subtle sheen under the soft lighting. The jacket, perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders and slim waist, featured sharp, peak lapels that added a touch of boldness to his ensemble. Each button, custom-made from polished onyx, glinted discreetly as he moved.The c

"Very well then. No more messing around." Ethan said, driving away the silence that took over.***"Come in" the built man said as he ushered the Old Man and his driver into his hut.Inside the man's hut, the dim light filtering through gaps in the haphazardly arranged walls creates a warm, flickering ambiance. The walls, constructed from mismatched pieces of corrugated metal and worn wooden planks, are adorned with colorful scraps of fabric, giving the space a patchwork quilt-like appearance. Each piece tells a silent story of resilience and resourcefulness that had since their little civilization through thick and thin on the rough streets of life.In one corner, a small, handmade altar stands, crafted from an old wooden crate. Upon it rest simple offerings: a few fresh flowers, a small bowl of rice, and a flickering candle, all tokens of reverence to the spirits and ancestors. Above the altar, a faded photograph of a revered elder watches over the room, their wise eyes a silent

"It's me brother." Denera answered from behind the door.Jason heaved a sigh, placing the remote on the table in front of him.The duo outside interpreted the silence as a consent to enter.Pushing the door open, Denera stepped into the office and locked the door behind her. She was draped in an elegant, figure-hugging emerald silk dress that shimmered with every movement. The dress, cut just above the knee, featured a plunging neckline and delicate gold embroidery along the hem. Paired with strappy stilettos and understated diamond earrings, her outfit exuded a perfect blend of sophistication and allure. The Lockwood siblings were all about the Elite lifestyle.She walked over to her brother and sat on one of the chairs across the table."That's new." Jason began as she settled into her chair."Whatever do you mean brother?" Denera asked, feigning ignorance to what her brother was insinuating."You'd always go over there and seat on the cushions" Jason answered, pointing to one of