In the early hours of 8 am, Derek shook hands with one of the wealthiest and popular businessmen that were in the same conference meeting with him and the rest of his members.His eyes were glued on Sara as she made her proposal and suggestions on what will be best for Gate Corporations.“She's very good.” Beatrice said to Richard and Derek would overhear their conversation. “It's a good thing we didn't think twice about giving her this position when she came in.” Coupled with the fact that she was a red-haired lady, she looked nothing like a professional but rather a call girl but thankfully, they were glad they gave her an opportunity.“What's her name again?” Richard stroked his beards as his eyes never left her.Derek cleared his throat and sat up, “Eyes of the red hair girl. Her name isn't your business, focus on why we are here.”Derek said and Richard kept mute and listened to Sara until they were done.“I had a conversation with Mr. Miller Guidotti an hour ago, and I must say

Byron stood at the front of a dirty and unkempt looking grave with a frown. The dry leaves and the dead flowers got him shaking his eyes and clenching his fist.But thankfully, he was going to change that. He smiled faintly before saying, “I'm back, Dad.”His heart broke even more as he let out those words. Don Smith, his father, had a family that only cared about the wealth, popularity and power. “Damian should be here in a minute,” He heard the group of thugs who were not too far from him discuss amongst themselves. They had been threatening him to leave but Byron had forcefully allowed himself in.Today was his father's one year anniversary and Beatrice had deliberately instructed these thugs not to allow anyone in here. And for some reasons, he believes she was aware he was surely going to visit his grave… especially since he never attended his father's funeral and only found out about his death when he was out of prison.It shows how dark her heart is.“Okay buddy…” Damian arriv

In the next few days, Byron was already at Gate Corporations. His identity unknown, and the actions he was going to take on the people who took the life of his father still lingered in his mind.Otherwise, the months he was away planning all this would be a waste.He had been working here for over two weeks. At first he was shocked when he was given the lowest position to work but since he was the founder, he didn't let it bother him.At 4pm that evening, Byron checked the goods received today and packed up to finish work for the day.Since he was a paid employee, he dressed as casually as the rest in order not to get suspected or anything.“Good day, director Drake!”“Greetings director Drake!”Byron could hear the polite greetings from other staff right from where he was. Then suddenly, his door pushed open and a bald fat man in his late forties walked in.“Are you free?” The man asked almost immediately as he walked. Causing other employees to murmur with envy. Even Director Drake

Byron narrowed his eyes as Lady Bianca raised her head to look at him again. She had this look like she just realized something.Suddenly, she brought something out of her bag. Byron could see that she was staring at a picture but he couldn't see who was in the picture. She creases her brows, looking up at Byron then looking back at the picture as if trying to spot the resemblance.“Are you by any chance Byron Smith? As in, son of the late Don Smith?” Bianca took a closer look, her face etched with an expression Byron couldn't read.“I asked a question first.” He said his voice was firm. Last he remembered, he was meeting lady Bianca for the first time and Drake didn't make mention of his name during this meeting to her. At least not one he was aware of.Even Drake calls him manager, rather than ‘Byron’ especially because he had a new identity and would love to keep it that way till he makes everyone pay!Byron's eyes darted at Drake who lowered his head, then to Maggie then to Lady

“The car keys,” Byron said and walked back to the driver's seat. Sara could see some money, brown envelopes and of course, a gun in the briefcase.“Where is the car taking us to?” She asked.Byron sighed, “This car was arranged for me by whosoever, I don't wanna believe it just yet.” He hoped. “Lady Bianca was supposed to take me in this car to hand over to someone…. There's an address in her phone, so I guess we'd just get there before she does.” He said, started the car then they zoomed off.After about a 50 minute drive, Sarah scanned the area and whispered, “I don't think this address is an apartment, house or anything close to it… it's an airport.” Sarah announced as the car stopped.Just then, they heard a phone ringing. “Is that yours?” Sara asked.Byron shook his head, “No, that's not my ringtone. I think it's coming from the briefcase.” He said and they both walked out of the car.“It's a private number. Do you think they could track our current location with this?” She aske