The atmosphere was laden with despair within the chilly walls of the police detention facility. In the common area, which provided little solace but at least allowed them to share in their suffering, the Nike family members—Senior Nike, Romy, Cindy, and Luis—sat together. Every one of them had a sour face, the fact of their demise becoming more and more apparent every day.At the head of their small group was Senior Nike, who sat with his hands clasped tightly on his lap and his piercing eyes darting between Cindy and Romy. They were separated by a silence that had deepened over the past few days, laden with unspoken charges and mutual resentment. Luis, her annoyance brewing beneath the surface, paced back and forth. "I just do not understand how it all fell apart so quickly,” she muttered as he combed through his unkempt hair. "We were in control of everything for a minute, and now look at us."At last Romy looked up from the drab gray floor he had been staring at. His dark eyes we

The rumored betrayal of Sebastian started to become ingrained in the public's consciousness. One article after another, each more damning than the last, was published every day. He was characterized by the media as an ingrate, a man who had abandoned the very family that had once provided for him. The pressure increased in the streets and in the courtroom with every new report."Why would he act in that way?"“He had better drop the case against those that Fed and made him.”“I wonder how he run Prime Enterprise with his foolishness!”The public wanted answers. They called for action more than anything. As people from all walks of life started to speak out against Sebastian and demand the Nike family's release prior to the court date, the cries became louder. There was an abundance of campaigns, petitions, and hashtags on social media. The world appeared to have turned against him, and the story had become widely publicized.However, Sebastian did not budge in the face of increasing

Romy, who usually maintained his composure under pressure, paced back and forth in the holding cell. His hands were trembling, and her mind raced with thoughts of how badly this could turn out for her and her family. With each breath, the walls seemed to close in on him, and every second seemed to drag on forever.Cindy sat with her head buried in her hands on the chilly bench next to her. A desperate prayer or plea to anyone who could hear her was mumbled under her breath. She was terrified at the prospect of going to jail any longer. She was aware that they might spend a considerable amount of time here, their entire legacy destroyed, if the court decided against them. Her typical confidence was undermined by the thought of staying incarcerated, which tore at her like a cancer."I can not believe this is happening," Cindy finally said, barely audible. "Romy, we cannot stay in here. What happens if the court rules against us? What if we never get out?”Romy paused his pacing and tur

Greene slammed the door behind him and strode back into his office. He had hoped for some progress by now, but neither Vince nor Peter would budge. Every denial irritated him, and the longer it continued, the more strain his shoulders were under. He paced back and forth while occasionally watching the interrogation rooms' surveillance feed. Peter's tense posture had not altered since their initial interrogation, and Vince was clearly fidgeting.Officer Miller, aware of the mounting tension, entered the room with caution. "They are still not breaking, sir," he said.Greene stopped dead in his tracks and gritted his teeth. "At this moment, I do not give a damn what they say. Miller, I want results. I want them to own up to their guilt. If they know anything, I want them to reveal it! Push harder!”Miller nodded, attempting not to wince at the command. "Yes, Sir. I will tell the team to apply more pressure."Greene rubbed his temples in exasperation as Miller walked away. This was not

Greene walked back to the holding room where Vince was sitting with a purpose. He was not here to play games anymore, and his eyes were piercing and unforgiving. Vince, hands clasped in front of him, looked up as Greene entered, his guarded expression giving way to worry as he noticed the investigator's intense gaze.Greene did not waste any time. "Gray Shelf denied everything," he said coldly, cutting through the silence. "He claims he knows nothing about you, Peter, or this case. "He claims you acted on your own."Vince's face went pale, and he opened his mouth, his words briefly fading. Greene took a step forward, his voice growing irritated. "Are you telling me Gray Shelf is behind everything? You are telling me he orchestrated the smear campaign against Sebastian Prime, but he denies even knowing your name. So, who is lying here? Vince, are you telling me lies?”Vince's hands began to shake a little, and his eyes darted around the room as though he was looking for a way out. H