Lloyd and Lisa stepped into the Francis family home, the hum of conversation and faint clinking of glasses drawing them toward the living room.The luxurious cars outside had hinted at something unusual, even more so the tons of security guards that stood with those cars, but the sight that greeted them only deepened their confusion.Standing in the center of the room was Edgar Numa, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit. His expression radiated smugness as he gestured animatedly, speaking to Lisa’s grandfather, John, and her parents, Harold and Eleanor.Around him were several other men, likely more his guards, stationed near the door.The table in the corner was laden with extravagant gifts... fine wines, golden trinkets, and even a sealed envelope that Lloyd assumed contained the promised contract.Lisa frowned, stepping forward. “What’s going on here?”The room fell silent as Edgar turned to face her, his smirk widening. “wow... I know we haven't met, but I just know you're Lisa”

Despite the relatively quiet day, Morty sat slumped in his chair, tense as ever, his tie loosened, and his sleeves rolled up. His eyes kept fixed on the clock on the wall.He was expecting a call from his father.It had been nearly a month since Larry Flanagan, the chief of police and a towering figure in Hilburg’s law enforcement, had left for a much-needed vacation.In his absence, Morty had been put in charge of the station... a task that should have been routine.But then, the break-in happened.A group of masked men had infiltrated the police station, evaded the security, and stolen evidence right from under Morty’s nose. Since that night, Morty had barely slept, the weight of his failure pressed on him like a boulder, and the looming call with his father only added to his anxiety.The phone on his desk buzzed, and Morty jumped, his heart pounding. He hesitated for a moment before picking up.“Morty” his father’s voice barked from the other end, deep and frightening.“Dad” Mor

Jacob groaned as the shrill sound of his phone pierced the silence of his room.He squinted at the screen "Logan" he confirmed in annoyance.“This better be good” Jacob muttered, answering the call.“Jacob, we’ve got a problem” Logan’s voice crackled through the line, tension evident."For the last time, you call me Boss now, I won't tolerate this disrespect" Jacob said angrily.He could hear Logan sigh on the other side."Alright then... Boooss" Logan said annoyingly.“So what's the problem?” Jacob asked, rubbing his temple.“The cops... they’re raiding Camren’s place, right now.”Jacob sat up straight, his exhaustion evaporating. “What did you just say?”“Camren’s house, they're tearing it apart, taking all kinds of stuff, thought you’d want to know”Jacob cursed under his breath. “Alrigth...I’m on my way”****By the time Jacob arrived at Camren’s mansion, the scene was already chaotic. Police cars lined the driveway, their flashing lights casting eerie patterns against the toweri

The room at the Hilburg Grand Event Center fell into a hushed murmur as the tension hung thick in the air. Edgar Numa’s humiliation at Lloyd’s hands had captured the attention of every guest present, their whispered judgments a heavy cloud that now hung over the Francis family.John Francis stepped forward, his face pale but composed, attempting to salvage the situation. “Mr Numa” he began, addressing Henry “I deeply apologize for this misunderstanding... please, let us handle this matter privately... There’s no need for public disgrace...”Henry’s cold gaze didn’t waver. “Your family has made a mockery of this event, and my son... consider yourselves uninvited”The host of the event, a man of considerable social standing, stepped up beside Henry. “I’m sorry, Mr Francis” he said, his tone a low tune “We can’t tolerate this sort of behavior, your family will have to leave”"This is what we get for inviting a the Poor's to our event" John heard a group of people whisper"They don't b

The gray morning sky hung low over Hilburg as Lloyd and Lisa walked side by side, their pace steady but their minds in sync as to where they were heading. Lloyd glanced at the crumpled piece of paper in Lisa’s hand, its address scribbled hastily. The area they were heading to was unfamiliar to him, but the tension in Lisa’s jawline spoke volumes.When they turned the final corner, Lloyd slowed, his eyes scanning the decrepit building before them. The structure stood defiant amidst the decay of the neighborhood, its faded sign barely legible..."Francis Legal Services" The windows were cracked, and graffiti marred the walls. Trash littered the streets, and a group of thugs loitered nearby, their sharp gazes following Lloyd and Lisa’s every move.They probably would have tried to rob them if they looked any wealthier.“This was your law firm?” Lloyd asked, his tone betraying a mix of disbelief and concern.Lisa nodded, her voice soft “It was all I could afford when I graduated law