The officers exchanged surprised glances but quickly uncuffed Drake, their faces reflecting a mixture of regret and respect.Drake rubbed his sore wrists, his mind reeling from the rapid turn of events. Just a few seconds ago, he was being ordered to be arrested and just before he knew it, the decision had been overruled by someone who seemed to be more powerful than Captain Morgan.“We're very sorry, Mr. Sullivan,” the first officer apologized, his voice earnest. "This was a misunderstanding.”Captain Morgan sensing the potential fallout, quietly took his leave, feeling defeated. He had no idea who Drake was until the call came in. He couldn't afford to make an enemy of someone who had such powerful backing.The risk to his career was far too great. He thanked his stars that he hadn't done more than he had done before the call came in. It would have been the biggest mistake of his life.Rachel's face contoured with confusion and anger as she watched the officers take off the cuffs f

As Drake approached the entrance of the delivery location in Woodruff, a feeling of unease gnawed within him. It was just like the last time he saw it, even worse.There were more dilapidated buildings lined up along the street, their windows falling apart, doors out of place and roofs almost completely off the buildings, yet groups of people met in these buildings.Dark alleyways seemed to stretch endlessly, shadows moving within them, emanating a constant threat of violence causing a wave of fear to course through Drake. Moving forward, his eyes caught sight of a group of men who looked like sentries keeping watch for any signs of trouble or unwelcome intruders. The occasional flare of a lighter and the glow of cigarettes illuminated their faces, revealing expressions hardened by years of survival in the underworld.Drake tightened his grip on the handlers of his bike, his heart pounding. He managed to navigate through the narrow streets and menacing stares until he finally arrive

The car pulled in front of Hitler's quarters and the thugs pulled Drake out, dragging him inside. They marched him through the dimly lit corridors until they finally came before Hitler.The door was flung open and Drake was shoved inside, falling on his knees right in front of Hitler.Victor leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Drake. There was this fury in his eyes that sent panic through Drake's spine.“You,” Hitler hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “What did you do with the package?”Drake furrowed his brow, “I don't understand,” he managed to say. Everything was happening so fast that he found it difficult to comprehend what exactly was going on. His mind quickly flashed back to Donald switching the boxes just before he had gone out on delivery.It was then it occurred to him that it was Donald who had switch the boss's package which had replaced it a box of junk items.“Will you stop playing dumb with me and tell me how my $20 million worth of stuff turned into

After Drake left Donald's office, he marched straight to the office of the logistics manager. As the one who is responsible for overseeing and coordinating the movement of goods, materials, and resources in the company, Drake wanted to know if he knew anything about the delivery to Woodruff and why he had approved it in the first place. Carlos Truman, the logistics manager, was one of the many people who didn't like Drake. If he could have his own way he'd have fired him already, but since Drake's in-laws had secured the job for him, it put him in a difficult situation.He was attending to some paperworks when he heard a knock on the door. “Who's there?” He asked.“It's Drake Sullivan,” Drake replied.“Come in,” Carlos ushered him in.Carlos was surprised to see Drake looking so bloodied as he entered the office. He couldn't help but wonder what he had gotten himself. But that wasn't his concern. “What brings you to my office?” He asked, ignoring the bloody state in which he had see

Carlos' patience wore thin as he watched the argument between Drake and Donald on who was telling the truth and who was lying continued right before him.Unable to take it anymore, he flared, as he pointed at the door. “Both of you, get out of my office,” he commanded. “I've had enough of your nonsense!”Drake and Donald stood there stunned, but Carlos wasn't done yet. “Drake, you're responsible for this mess,” he continued, “You'll return the missing items from the package to the client immediately and I don't want to care how you'll do it. All I care about is you having it done. If the client pulls out because of your incompetence, you'll find yourself in a world of trouble.”Drake, once again, tried to explain but Carlos cut him off sharply, with a wave of his hand.“I don't want to hear any more excuses. Get out and fix this, now!” He barked.Drake's heart sank. He knew Donald was behind all that was happening, but he had no proof. Reluctantly, he left Carlos' office, the weight