"Master?" Lieutenant George asked, as he exchanged surprised glances with Mr. Simmons and Hitler, who were equally as stunned as he was."Yes, George," Conner said, addressing the lieutenant by his name with no regard for his rank in the police force. Lieutenant George was still trying to recover from the shock of being addressed with his first name by an ordinary colonel when the other officers raised their guns, aiming at the three of them, following Conner's orders.What Lieutenant George and the others didn't know was that these set of officers were all agents from Patriarch Sullivan himself to help protect Drake, knowing fully well his dealings in the world of business are enough to put a threat on the lives of his family, just like what had happened to Drake's parents. "What's the meaning of this?" Lieutenant George demanded, his face a mask of confusion and anger."Surprised are you?" Drake smiled walking towards the three of them. "I told you to be careful how you talk to me

Drake walked up the grand staircase with Agent Conner beside him. It was like everything was just coming back fresh to him. The opulence of the mansion, the smell of ivory and ornate banisters, seemed to close in around him. He suddenly missed his parents, his mind going back to the last days he spent with them, the day he received the news of their death and the day he decided to cut ties with his grandfather after blaming him for the death of his parents."Are you okay, young master?" Agent Conner asked, sensing the unease that gnawed within Drake.Drake managed a smile, "Yes I am." He replied, his heart beating faster as they approached his grandfather's room.Taking a deep breath, Drake knocked on the heavy wooden door. From inside, a firm but aged voice responded, "Come in."Drake immediately recognized the voice as the voice of his grandfather, the Patriarch, Walter Sullivan himself.Drake stepped into the room, immediately noticing the family nurse attending to his grandfather

Carlos was in his office attending to some paperwork when his phone suddenly rang. He checked the caller's I.D. and surprisingly it was the chairman of the company, Harrison Duke who was calling.Carlos rubbed his eyes over and over again wondering why on earth the chairman of the company would call him. It was strange and very rare to hear of.With trembling hands, he answered the call, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. "Good afternoon sir," he greeted."Carlos," Harrison Duke's voice was cold and authoritative. "Is this how you plan to manage my company?" Carlos' eyes opened wide in surprise, trying to understand what Mr Harrison was driving at. "I... I... don't understand sir," he stuttered."Well, you don't need to understand," Mr. Harrison continued. "I'm calling to inform you that you're fired."Carlos' blood ran cold as the word "fired" echoed in his ears. For the first few seconds, he thought he had heard wrongly. "Sir, did you just say fired?" He managed to ask

The district police moved swiftly and silently through the narrow alleys of the rundown neighborhood, storming Woodruff and taking all the criminals by surprise.It would be the first time since the notoriety of Woodruff that the district police would invade the place. Woodruff, even with the crimes that were happening there, had never been visited by the police before."The police are here," A gang member who was also the night watchman screamed, signaling the rest of the gang members.Just before the gang members could reach out and get their weapons, the team of police officers burst through the doors, with swift motion catching the gang members unprepared.There were a few minutes of a scuffle but the gang members were completely outmatched as the officers moved with practiced efficiency, subduing each gang member one by one, a few of them losing their lives in the process while a few others sustaining bullet injuries."Drop your weapons," the chief of the district police ordered.

The news of the Simmons family's harmful business operation had spread through the entire region like wildfire. Every media house, television station, and newspaper publication had it as their major headline.Mr. Simmons couldn't believe that something like that would happen during the time when he was mourning his son. Simmons' Holdings have been in operation for years and even if it was true that they disposed harmful chemicals into the neighborhood, which consequently was affecting the lives of those around the place, they've had the legal backing that had always exempted them from facing the law.Reaching out for his phone, he decided to put a call through to Judge William. He was one of the senior advocates in the country and the one under whose backing they've been in business."Hello, judge," Mr. Simmons began, his voice bearing the weight of the urgency of the situation."Yes Mr. Simmons, I have been expecting your call for a while now." Judge William replied. "Your company is