Garcia finally arrived at Harvey's mansion, her feet aching from the long walk and her heart pounding with anxiety.She took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she would be expecting. The door opened, and she found herself with Harvey’s security guards, two burly security guards stepped forward, blocking her path.Their stern expressions made her stomach churn with nerves."Can I help you?" one of them asked, his tone indicating that he was certain she didn't belong there."Please, i need to see Mr. Harvey," Garcia said, her voice trembling. "Please, help me. it's urgent."The guards exchanged skeptical glances. "Master. Harvey doesn't see just anyone," the other guard said. "What's your business with him?"Garcia felt her heart sink. She had expected this. "Please," she begged, "it's really important. I need to apologize to him. It's about my family."The guards remained unmoved. "Master Harvey is a very busy man," one of them said. "You should leave."Desperation clawed at her

Garcia's condition showed no signs of improvement. Her parents, Eloise and Michael, did everything they could think of to help her out of her depression, but nothing seemed to work. Day after day, Garcia would sit in the same spot, staring into space, completely disconnected from the world around her.Michael paced the small empty living room, with his face etched with worry. "We've tried everything," he said, his voice heavy with despair. "She doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, and she doesn't talk to us. What more can we do?" Eloise, who was seated on the worn-out sofa, nodded slowly. "I don't know," she admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. "We can't just give up on her, but I feel so helpless."They had tried reaching out to their former friends, hoping that someone might be able to offer advice or support. But every door they knocked on was firmly shut. Those who had once been close to them now avoided them, unwilling to associate with a family that had fallen so far from grace.O

The asylum was not the place of healing Garcia had hoped it might be. Instead of feeling better, her condition seemed to worsen each day. She began to exhibit signs of severe mental instability. Her once bright eyes were now empty, and her conversations, when she spoke at all, were filled with incoherent ramblings. Her parents, Mr. Michael, and Eloise visited her regularly, their hearts shattering more with each time they visited. On one particularly grim day, they found Garcia sitting in a corner of her room, rocking back and forth, mumbling to herself. The sight of their daughter, who once had so much life and potential, reduced to this state, was too much for them to bear. "Garcia, honey, it's Mom and Dad," Eloise said gently, kneeling beside her daughter. "Can you hear us?" Garcia looked up, her eyes were not truly focusing on her mother. "Mom... Dad..." she muttered, but there was no recognition in her voice, no connection to the reality around her. Mr. Michael couldn't hold bac

After a few minutes of being hopeful that Tom was going to deliver a good job, he came back saying he couldn't do it. Leaving Lewis and Micheal confused and angry with no option than to continue their search again.Mr. Michael and Lewis woke up early, feeling more determined to find the right person for their plan. He couldn't give up.The city streets were already rushing with activity as they ventured out, inspecting the people they saw on the road.They needed a person who could act convincingly, someone who wouldn't shiver in the presence of Harvey and could speak confidently without fumbling.Their first stop for that day was a nearby park where many homeless and struggling individuals gathered. Mr. Michael and Lewis approached a group of men sitting on a bench, sharing what little food they had."Good morning," Mr. Michael greeted them, trying to sound friendly and approachable.The men looked up, their eyes wary but curious. "Morning," one of them replied. "What do you want?""We

Peter stood at the entrance of the Stephenson Company, with his heart thumping with a mix of excitement and nerves. He didn't know what to expect. Even though he had been properly trained, he had this fear and nervousness in him. He knows that if something goes wrong, his daughter will be dead.Mr. Michael and Lewis had coached him thoroughly, and he felt ready for this moment. So, he brushed off the fear that was threatening to consume him, he took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and stepped inside the impressive complex.As he walked through the extravagant lobby, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the place. The glossy marble floors, the high glass walls, and the dapper, modern decor made it clear that this was a place of power and success. He swallowed hard, reminding himself why he was here and what was at stake.Peter stayed near the entrance, trying to look as casual as possible while keeping an eye out for Harvey. His patience was soon rewarded when a sleek bla