The group of doctors in charge of the various health facilities within the Sullivan's empire waited anxiously in the conference room, their faces filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. They were waiting for Drake, having received the memo from Prisca that he had called for an emergency meeting with all of them.As Drake walked in, an air of confidence and authority seemed to precede him. The doctors instinctively rose to their feet, greeting him with respect and deference."Please, take your seats," Drake said, his voice firm but polite. "I'm sure you're all aware of why I've called this meeting. I'll get straight to the point."The doctors nodded, taking their seats as Darke began to speak."I've been made aware that some of our hospitals are still charging workers from various companies within our empire for medical services, despite them already paying into the healthcare scheme. Can someone explain to me why this is happening?"One of the doctors, a middle-aged man with

Drake sat by Summer's side all through the evening. He made various attempts to get her to notice him, but none of them was working. He didn't know when tears started dropping down cheeks."Come on, honey," he sighed. "You have to get better. We didn't wait for you all these while only to have you back this way. You need to fight this."Summer could only blink without moving her limbs, making Drake to feel even more pained. While he was there, Mr and Mrs. Willmont walked in, with Dr. Jason almost taking him by surprise."When did she wake up?" He heard Fletcher asking Dr. Jason."Earlier today," Doctor Jason replied.Both Fletcher and Rachel walked past Drake who was already walking towards them to greet them. Getting to Summer's bed, Rachel couldn't hide her emotions as the sight of Summer made her break into tears."It's okay," Fletcher patted her on the back gently. "We should be happy that she's now finally awake."Drake walked up to them, finding the right words to utter, even if

That same night, Drake decided to visit Grandfather Walter's secret vault within the empire. Having turned around in hic bed, and unable to get any sleep, he decided to confirm for himself if what the strange caller had told him over the phone was true.Throwing off the blanket which he was using to cover himself, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet dangling in the darkness.He dressed quickly and quietly, changing from his pyjamas, his hands shaking with uncertainty. He knew he had to be careful; the empire's security was notorious for being impenetrable, and going into Grandfather Walter's secret vault was similar to trespassing a highly priced property, but he knew hd had to do it and just know where to look out to of truly there was no more information regarding tye IRIS. He made his way through the deserted corridors, avoiding the guards and cameras with ease. He took the secret passage which was only known by members of the Sullivans family - enroute for times

Drake couldn't hide the fear that surged through him as the anonymous caller's laughter kept replaying in his head. He already could sense the trouble that was brewing, the realization dawning on him that he had probably been lured into some kind of trap.He decided to quickly exit the cafe before it became too late. But just before he could turn around to leave, two burly men appeared beside him, their faces menacing.He tried walking right past them, but one of them stood in front of him, preventing him from going through, causing Drake to bump into him."Sorry," Drake apologized, but the man who had stood in his way didn't appear to be moved by Drake's apology.Before Drake could further react, the two men flashed a gun and gestured for him to follow them. He hesitated for a moment, but the guns convinced him to cooperate. "Who are you, and what do you want?" Drake asked, his feeling of dread overwhelming him."You just have to cooperate and come with us Mr. Sullivan. We're not he

Mr. Anonymous' laughter echoed through the room, as his revelation hit Drake like a ton of bricks. He Just couldn't believe that he had actually guessed right, that it was Barrister Clark who had actually called him."What did you do to him?" Drake asked, his breaths increasing with unspoken rage."You really want to know? Why don't you check your phone?" Mr. Anonymous replied, the coldness in his voice enough to convince Drake that whosoever this Mr. Anonymous was, operated in the leagues of his grandfather, even if he appeared to be younger than his grandfather.He quickly brought his phone and noticed that he had received a text message from Barrister Clark."Drake, I'm sorry I couldn't meet up with you as agreed. I am being followed and my life is in danger." Drake read."You see," Mr. Anonymous continued. "I hate it when people want to stand in my way. I learnt that from your grandfather. Whoever is not working for me is definitely working against me, and the moment I find out, I