It had been a month since Kendrick and Bridget first began their campaign to reshape the city’s future. Meetings were turning into coalitions, promises into commitments, and money into infrastructure. But with every success, a new challenge emerged. A new villain. And some of the most dangerous ones, Kendrick had learned, didn’t wear suits. It was a Friday morning when Kendrick first encountered one of these figures face-to-face. He had just stepped out of a meeting with the city’s school board, discussing the launch of a new scholarship program aimed at refugees. The initiative was a critical step in providing the next generation with the tools to succeed, but as Kendrick left the building, his phone buzzed with a message from Bridget.“Meet me at the office. We need to talk.”Kendrick’s brow furrowed. Bridget never asked for his presence without reason. It wasn’t like her to sound anything but confident, but this message felt different. He made his way to the office, a knot forming

He stepped out of the building into the cold evening air, the city lights casting long shadows across the streets. He walked with purpose, each step heavy with the weight of what he had to do. The rally wasn’t just about making a statement—it was about survival. Kent wasn’t just a businessman. He was the embodiment of everything Kendrick and Bridget had been fighting against. And if they couldn’t stop him now, they might never get another chance.He pulled out his phone, dialing a number he hadn’t used in years. The line rang for a moment before it was picked up.“Kendrick? Is everything alright?”It was Marco, an old ally from his days in the business world—someone who had been a part of his rise and had since dropped off the radar. Kendrick hadn’t heard from him in months. But now, he needed every connection, every resource, and Marco had the kind of influence that could turn the tide.“We need help,” Kendrick said, cutting straight to the point. “I’m organizing a rally tomorrow. Ke

So I took my time to eat and I observe a story from George,” huh, babe what is it”?, I asked feeling a bit confused, “Like who jus rushes to eat without a pause huh"?, he respondedSo now I'm feeling embarrassed, like are you trying to mock me? I said while having a weird smirk on my face. 'ok fine I'm sorry dear I didn't mean so, just that the way you munch the food in a hurry kept me wondering if you haven't eaten for days' he laughs afterwards. I couldn't just find myself get angry with him, I smiled back not offended by his words, he got a very charming smile on his face, I was jus staring how cute he looks and how sweet it would be l to have him around me always, to bear children for him, how we would walk down the aisle together and how we would recite thosw oats together, this thoughts rings beautiful in my mind as I got distracted by a tap on my back,"heyyyyy what are u lost thinking about" he asked?. ",Ohh it's nothing I lied". 'alright then finish up your meal he said to m

Two months had passed and Kendrick sat in his office, staring out the window at the city below. His thoughts were heavy, a weight pressing on his chest. It had been a long week of meetings, phone calls, and strategic planning. The life he had always known was starting to feel… too small. There had to be more to it. There had to be more he could do with the success he had built.“Hey, Kendrick, you alright?” Xavier’s voice broke through his reverie. Xavier was his trusted Personal Assistant, his right-hand man. Tall, sharp-witted, and always on top of things, Xavier had a way of cutting through the noise, always providing clear direction when Kendrick needed it most.Kendrick turned to look at him, offering a faint smile. “Just thinking,” he said, his voice laced with uncertainty.Xavier sat down across from him, the concerned look not going unnoticed. “What’s going on? You’ve been quiet all morning. Talk to me.”Kendrick took a deep breath, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. “I’

The storm that Kendrick had been bracing for had finally hit. The Bureau of Academic Bodies, with all its influence, had made it clear that they were not going to allow him to disrupt the status quo. Their words, sharp and venomous, echoed in his mind as he walked through the empty streets after the encounter with the two men in suits.But Kendrick wasn’t shaken. In fact, the threats only strengthened his resolve. He had expected this. He had known that his fight for educational equality would attract the wrath of powerful forces, but he had underestimated how far those forces would go. It wasn’t just the Bureau now. The very people who controlled the system, politicians, financiers, influential academic elites were all rallying to preserve their hold on education.He stood there in the cold, the city lights casting long shadows across the pavement. His fingers gripped the strap of his bag, his knuckles white, but his heart burned with an unyielding fire. Kendrick knew that the war wa