Mr. Michael and Lewis paced nervously around their small building, with their eyes constantly darting to the clock. It had been hours since Peter left for his meeting with Harvey, and they had yet to hear from him. They had tried calling his number repeatedly, but each time it went straight to voicemail. What could be happening? Fear gnawed at them as they considered the possibilities.“What if Harvey caught on to our plan?” Lewis muttered, his brow furrowed with worry. “What if Peter took the money and ran?” Mr. Michael shook his head, trying to remain calm. “Peter wouldn't do that. He needs the money for his wife’s surgery. And he knows that we know the wife’s location But what if something happened to him? What if Harvey’s people found out? And detained him?”They exchanged anxious glances, as their minds raced with worst-case possibilities. Hours passed with no word from Peter, and their fears grew more worried.They clung to hope, praying that everything had gone as planned. Just

Peter woke up early, his mind was focused on what he needed to do. It was the day that Harvey had asked him to come. He was nervous but he tried to compose himself not to mess things up for them.Mr. Michael and Lewis had drilled him thoroughly, making sure he was prepared for any questions Harvey might ask. He knew the odds were high. He also needed the money for his daughter’s recovery. He was now happy that he didn't have to beg too much to get money to take care of his daughter.As he approached the Stephenson complex building, he took a deep breath, ready to put their plan into action. So, he walked inside, he didn't know where exactly he would go so he stood there, looking around.The receptionist at the front desk eyed him suspiciously as he stood there. "Can I help you?" she asked, in a brisk tone."Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Harvey Stephenson. He asked me to come by today," Peter said politely. "I'm sorry, but you can't see Mr. Stephenson without an appointment," she replied, h

Peter stood outside the great Stephenson company building, his nerves jangling inside him like a dozen loose coins. He took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders, and walked in. Today was the day he would ask Harvey for a job. He hadn't come for the sake of Mr. Micheal and Lewis but for his own sake. This was the best shot for him to get something better for himself. As he entered the lobby, he spotted Harvey walking toward the elevators. “Mr. Stephenson!” Peter called out respectfully. Harvey turned, and was a bit surprised to see him. “Peter, right?” he said, recognizing him from their previous meetings. “What brings you here today?” Peter tried to keep his voice steady. “I was hoping I could speak with you, sir. If you have a moment.” Harvey studied him for a second, then nodded. “Alright. Come with me to my office.” They walked together through the quiet halls of the company, employees nodding respectfully as Harvey passed. Peter couldn’t help but admire the sleek, modern

Lewis paced back and forth in his small, empty room. Anger and frustration churned inside him like a storm. He couldn't believe Peter had turned on them. Now that Peter was working at the Stephenson company, getting money out of Harvey seemed almost impossible. He needed to find a way to make ends meet else hunger would be their other name. "Something can still happen," Lewis muttered to himself. "I have to find something, and I have to think fast. Garcia needs proper treatment. and we need to leave this nasty place we call home." He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had been thinking for hours, trying to come up with a good solution. Hours passed, and just as the first light of dawn crept through the window, an idea struck him. It was risky, but it could work, they have to try it out. As the day breaks, Lewis rushes to find his father. He found Mr. Michael in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee and looking exhausted. That was what they could afford as breakfast. "Dad,

The next day, Ella arrived at the unfinished building where Lewis and Mr. Michael were waiting for her. She was dressed smartly, ready for whatever training they had planned. Lewis greeted her at the door with a smile, guiding her inside. “Welcome, Ella. Ready for your first day of training?” he asked, not even caring about the compliment.Ella nodded, feeling more determined. This joy was supposed to be the most serious official job she had ever done in her life. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”Mr. Michael joined them in the expedient living room, where they had set up a table with some papers and a whiteboard. “Good morning, Ella. Today, we’ll go over the basics of your role. It’s important that you understand everything perfectly.”“Got it,” Ella said, taking a seat. “First things first,” Lewis began, “your initial approach to Harvey has to be convincing. You’re going to meet him in his office, acting like you’re interested in investing or partnering with his company, or better still y