Ethan met Drogo in an alleyway, waiting for him."You took a long time Master, I thought were not coming." Drogo commented, leading Ethan into a quieter place."Sorry, I had to quickly attend to something." Ethan replied.He noticed the feeling had left, he no longer felt like he was being watched."Why did you ask us to meet?" Ethan added, following Drogo without questions. "Have you seen any changes yet?" Drogo asked turning back to glance at Ethan. "No." Ethan shook his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Nothing at all? Not even a fragment?""No." Ethan replied, his head down, "We are going to another pharmacy then.""Why not visit a doctor?""No." Drogo replied sharply, "we can't. " He added in a quieter voice, "We can't risk anyone finding out about your real identity.""Still...." Ethan pressed, "When I was my real self, I must have had a doctor I trust with my life.""I am not going to take that risk." Drogo said in a firmer voice, leaving no room for arguments. Ethan was

Ethan entered the family house the next morning to continue with his duties, which involved sweeping and cleaning. It was his routine, especially on Fridays. When he entered, he rolled his eyes at the mess made by his in-laws from the family time they had last time.He rolled up his sleeves, wore an apron, and picked a mop."Ah.... you're here." Victoria sounded behind him, her voice dripping with mockery."Good day, Mother." Ethan replied in a tired voice."What's that tone?" Victoria snapped, moving forward so she's facing him. Ethan stood straighter and regarded her. He noticed her wrinkles were more visible than before, and she had worry lines on her forehead. "What tone?" Ethan questioned and resumed cleaning. "I am talking to you!" Victoria snarled, glaring at Ethan, "Your focus should be on me!"Ethan exhaled and fixed her a stare, "You have my attention now, Mother.""Huh?" Victoria frowned, "What's with that tone?""What tone?" Ethan asked innocently, swallowing down

The five heads of families were seated around a table. They were the most important families, and next to them were three other families. Not as important as the five but important nonetheless. They were all called the Elites, the organization itself. This time, they were meeting in an underground restaurant which was built to serve meeting like this. The restaurant wasn't popular to everyone except rich people. "What's going on?" Richard asked the table, although, his eyes were on Simon Otto, the anchor.Simon addressed the table, locking eyes with each and every one of them. We are all gathered here today concerning the latest developments and an emergency we have to deal with immediate effect."We were supposed to move on to our next target, the Smiths, yeah?"A series of 'yes' rose up from the table, including Richard's."It was planned carefully." Someone from the table said."Is there progress from that end?" Richard asked, "And I don't see Pammad here even though I unders

Isabel straightened her already-straight lapels of her red blazer. It was a matching up and down. Red blazer and red pencil skirt. Her hair was let down to fall freely but the sides and front were pushed back to flaunt her face. With her black Birkin's back balanced into the crook of her elbow, Isabel released a deep breath through her nostrils and stuck out a slender manicured finger to press the elevator button, while she waited for it to come to a stop, she pressed her lips in that manner a lady does after apply lipstick and patted the corner of her lips with the same finger. Her lipstick was the same shade of red as her suit, bloody. And it wasn't surprising why it was so. Isabel believed at least two heads were going to roll across the board's table today, and none of it would be hers. She's rather have her cloth stained with their blood and reverie in the joy of it. Today was the day Logan's CEO would be decided. Today is the day all her games and tricks would come through fo

Luka's chest heaved up and down as his breath wheezed in and out of his lungs. His legs continued to run on the treadmill, his gaze on the still sleeping city. It was the first stage of dawn, that point where the whole city is painted in a blue hue before the sunlight makes its way through. The glass walls offered him a great view of the city whenever he wanted from the third floor of the house which was where the gymnasium was. Another week of becoming a CEO, Lucas thought to himself as he slowed to a walk, the life he was slowly building forming in his mine. Luka got off the treadmill and grabbed his towel having off one of the benches. Sweat glistened all over his milky skin and his slightly curly hair semmed even more lose as the strands cling to his face, dampened heavily by sweat as well. As Luka rubbed himself clean, his personal assistant came in as if on cue. Dressed in a crisp navy blue suit, the slim figure balanced a bottle of water and an iPad on one hand to momentarily