Morning came and Jared didn't return since the night before. He didn't answer his phone or call back. All he did was send a text. I read the text from Jared again, feeling a sinking in the pit of my stomach. What had he gotten himself into now?“Please, Margaret. I am sorry for all I have done earlier. I am sorry for yesterday as well. Please stop Sir Adam from firing me. Because he can.”As I tried to make sense of it all, there was a knock on the door, hoping it was Jared, I rushed and opened it to find a man standing there, dressed in a suit and hat. He bowed before speaking, "Good morning, Mrs. Mclintok, you have been called up to an outing by Sir Adam Webby. A car is waiting outside whenever you're ready. Take your time to prepare and get your daughter ready too." He handed me a bag. "In here are some clothing materials for you and your daughter. Also, there is a card with a direct number to the boss in the box in case you want to call and decline the invitation."I was stunned

Sean Winchester sat in the luxurious boardroom of Wells and Borne company, on the opposite side of the table were the dual CEOs, Governor Wells and Borne. A piece of paper lay on the table, with a pen. Governor Wells leaned back in his chair, looking at Sean with a calculating gaze. "How about we make it an even 50 percent? We want to maintain some control over the company." Sean shook his head firmly. “60% No less!” Governor Borne smiled. “We understand that we need you, Mr Sean. But please reconsider. 60 percent of your shares will take us off the board.” “I am the one with the money,” Sean said and folded his hands as he stared back. “Please!” The Governors chorused. "Okay, I will beat it down to 55 percent, but no less. I need a controlling stake in the company to make the changes I want,” Sean said and unfolded his hands. “What do you say?” Governor Borne raised an eyebrow and whispered to his partner. “We agree,” Governor Borne said and the two offered Sean a ha

Dw 3 Caspian rose from his bed, the memories flooded back to him with a startling clarity. He remembered the overwhelming sense of despair that had consumed him, the fleeting thoughts of ending his own life. But he also remembered the exhilaration of freedom that Jason had felt after being released from the confines of his imprisonment. Shaking off the remnants of his dreamlike state, Caspian's mind immediately went to the locker in the bank where he had stashed his money. With a sense of urgency, he made his way to the bank, his heart pounding in his chest. As he entered the code and the locker opened, he couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. This was real, this was all real. But as he counted the money in the locker, a sudden ache pierced his heart. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, but it felt like loss. And as his mind raced to understand the source of this pain, the answer came to him in a chilling whisper – Jason. "What could have happened to him?" Caspian mut

The vans entered before the limousine where Caspian and his wife were. with honks which were turned on at their loudest.Then the limousine drove in, with members of the household, some trekking with the car while others were in the vans that came in after the limousine.They had taken over the street and had caused traffic as it was their baron's wedding. Caspian would have wanted less drama but the DiMarco empire was known to be loud and commanding so there was nothing that he could do to stop them.When they were in, Caspian stepped out with his wife and was received with a rear by the members of gang.The cheers from the crowd were deafening as Caspian and Duchess Dillion stood on the podium overlooking their subjects.The 12 leaders of the DiMarco outposts stood tall and proud, ready to pledge their loyalty to their new Baron and Duchess.Andreas, Raquel, and Rique stood at the front of the crowd with their eyes raised on the dais as they beheld their Baron and his wife, their fa

Caspian sat in the dining room. It was Monday, the second day of his marriage to Duchess Dillion, a woman he had been forced to care for in a short amount of time. It was also the first day of the week and there was more to handle. As he sipped his wine, lost in thought, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps. Looking up, he saw his daughter, Sonya, standing in the doorway of her room. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, her long dark hair falling in waves around her delicate face. She looked so small and vulnerable in the dim light, and he felt a surge of protectiveness towards her. "Sonya, what are you doing up so late? You should be sleeping now." Caspian asked, reaching out to pick her up and settle her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. "I couldn't sleep, Papa," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. Caspian felt a pang of guilt at the thought of his daughter lying awake in her bed, no