Philip rubbed his hands together before he placed them on the steering wheel again, his gaze fixed on the entrance of the prison.“How long is it going to take?" Betty sighed as she glanced out the car window for the umpteenth time that morning. “We lived through yesterday; we'd do the same today. Let's be patient," Philip assured his wife.Betty sighed and rested her head on the headrest attached to the car seat. She smiled. “I really can't wait to see my son. I miss him so much.”Their son was supposed to be released the previous day as it was a Sunday, but for some reason, the list of the inmates that would be let off the hook didn't come out the previous day. It was rescheduled to come out the next day.“Me too,” Philip said. "We really should thank the Lille family more.”“Yes,” Betty answered. “It's all thanks to the Lille family. If it wasn't for them, who knows, Nathan might be stuck there forever.”“I don't want to even dwell on that thought. We should just be thankful that

Philip's tongue swiped over his lips as he reread the name at the top of the webpage. “Who is the Print Odd? What company is that?" He rushed out. His heart slowly thumping against his ribcage. He didn't like this. Not one bit. His son's release and his name were on the line because of one stupid company.“It's one damned new company,” Anthony bit out as he rolled his shoulders and walked to one of the seats to sit down. Ever since he got notified about the paper, he had been in unrest, thinking of how to undo the whole thing. It bothered him more than it should.Philip walked over to the seat opposite the one Anthony. He sank into it. He had his head in his cupped hands as he pondered what to do. He had thought the issue of his son not getting relieved was due to something within his control; he didn't know it was something bigger. Betty sank into the seat beside her husband, her palm reassuringly on his shoulder as she clutched the phone in her other hand, wondering what this mean

Kevin's gaze was on the principal as he eyed the phone in Kevin's hand while they both waited for the mayor to pick up.Eventually, the mayor picked up. Kevin put the call on loudspeaker. “Hello, Mr. Kevin.”The principal thought his heart would burst out of his chest when he heard the mayor's deep voice fill the room. He gently rubbed his temple. He had hoped to hear a ‘Hello, who is this?’ so he could call off his bluff. But the Mayor had recognised the number, which only means that his line was saved in the Mayor's phone.How is that possible? The man doesn't even look like anyone important enough to have the audience of the mayor, talk less of being the Lord Phoenix.“Mr. Kevin, are you there?” The mayor called out.Kevin cleared his throat. "Yes, I'm here. I just wanted to ask if you have done the necessary things concerning what we discussed and what feedback I should give.They heard the mayor mutter something under his breath before he said earnestly, “I'm so sorry for not r

“Lord Phoenix," Lionel's voice filled the space. “Is there anything you need me to do for you?" Kevin smirked as he pointed his left index finger to his phone that he held in his right hand, "Do you hear that?"“What? Sorry, Lord Phoenix. I didn't get that.”Kevin took in the kids' reactions, their bugged eyes and open mouths. The girl who had her arms stubbornly crossed across her chest as she proved to be a badass just a few minutes ago now had her hands by her side, clutching her gown as she shivered with fear. She was the one that looked the most scared. It was true that the loudest was usually always the dumbest.Kevin scoffed, shaking his head.“Lionel,” Kevin finally acknowledged him. “Yes, boss?""I'd call you later,” Kevin told him, then he hung up.All of the kids shook with fear as they gaped at Kevin. They couldn't believe they were in the presence of the lord Phoenix.The lead girl and the tall boy who had both seemed the boldest and most fearless were the ones who trem

Just as Kevin took a step in the direction of the parking lot, he came to an abrupt halt as a thought hit him. He turned around and walked back into the school building.He was headed for the principal's office, but then made a detour when he saw the principal in the hallway. He appeared to be in a serious conversation with someone as they walked farther down the hallway.“Principal,” he called to stop him since he was walking as he spoke with the man.The principal instantly stood straighter, immediately recognising the voice he had just come to know about half an hour ago. It was forever etched in his memory. He turned around and saw him walking toward him. “Mr. Kevin,” he smiled as he began to walk toward him, determined to reach him before he took more than three strides. He reached him just after Kevin took his second stride.“You came back," he said when he stopped before him. Did he return to accept the invitation to the end-of-the-year party? He wondered before Kevin could