While Andrew was busy imagining the suffering he was sure Richard was going through; the mosquitoes sucking his blood endlessly, the filth he was living in as well as the terrible food that wasn't even fit for dogs that Richard was surely forced to eat, Vivienne was busy with the opposite,She walked into the prison with her head held high, her heels clicking on the hard floor. At her appearance, one of the wardens hurried towards her,“You're welcome back Ma'am. How can we help you?” He asked,Vivienne shrugged in response,“Just here to make sure Mayor Richard is comfortable while staying here. The arrangements we have in place doesn't seem to be enough”The warden didn't seem to understand what she meant by her words as they already had state-of-the-art facilities in place for him, something that nobody else had. The man was being treated like a king, he looked at her with a confused look,“H-how do you mean Ma? His cell is already comfortable, all of the prisoners envy him”Vivien

The news of the uproar anonymously caused by Aiden Cross had spread all over the country, causing great unrest and panic amongst the citizens.Andrew and Harold were seated in his office, the television was on and was blasting loudly as they watched with furrowed brows,Andrew's eyes were filled with fear and alarm as he furtively watched the news show. Every channel was currently showing the chaos at both places and to keep track, the duo was watching the news to see what they had to say.[“This is Elizabeth Clive, reporting for KTV News. I'm live at the Stoneware Marketplace, and the place is in an uproar as we speak. Behind me are vendors, patrons, and store owners who are crying over the loss of their livelihood, and goods”Harold and Andrew shared a look, and the former ran his hands through his hair, whilst Harold had a deep frown on his face. In the background, Harold's phones had been ringing incessantly and off the hook; he had turned off his personal phone but couldn't turn

Immediately Clinton got out of Harold's office, he leaped for joy and did a victory dance, his face still beaming,Throwing his right hand in the air, he shrilled,“Yess! I did it! Finally, that seat is mine" For fear that anyone could have heard or seen him, he darted his eyes around before calming himself down and walking with his head held high.Clinton had come prepared; he took out a piece of neatly folded paper from his pocket and looked at it, smiling as he did. On the paper was a list of his suspects, and first on the list was no other person than Aiden Cross.He couldn't figure out why he had a niggling feeling that Aiden was involved; after all, he had no proof to buttress his claims, but one thing he knew for certain was that Aiden would entertain him as he did in the past. The number of times Clinton had come across Aiden, the latter had been nothing but extremely respectful and kind, even bowing to him. That alone made him feel like Aiden greatly respected him and would

As the minutes ticked by, Clinton's team's suffering increased; their hands and feet were white and had gone numb. A few of the men had already collapsed to the ground, unable to bear the cold. Their lips had turned blue,“S-s-s-ir, p-l-ease l-et's g-o b-ack” his subordinate pleaded through chattering teeth and a shivering body, begging him to take action; either find a shelter or return to their base. Stubbornly, Clinton shook his heavy head,“We will wait," he repeated in a firm voice.On the other hand, Aiden's men were dancing and drinking to their fill, with strippers entertaining them. They were watching Clinton and his men from the CCTV playing and couldn't help but mock them, “How can one person be this stupid?" One of them exclaimed as he stared at the screen, simultaneously enjoying the ride the stripper was giving him,“One person you say?!" Another laughed, throwing his head back, “They’re all stupid, not one of them can talk sense into their dense leader or themselves”

Aiden gazed intently at Clinton, a small smirk playing on his face as he watched him; the tension in the room was palpable; he could sense Clinton's unease. Resting his back, a small smile played on his face as he pointed at the seat opposing Clinton,“Have a seat, Clinton. Feel at home”Dazed at his contradicting words, Clinton gaped at him before nodding solemnly and shuffling into the seat, folding himself as he was unable to relax. Immediately, a glass and a bottle of expensive champagne were placed before him. Aiden nodded and nudged his neck to the drink,When Clinton's eyes fell on the bottle, they nearly popped out of their sockets. His gaze darted between the bottle and back at Aiden, swallowing hard as he did. Aiden nodded as he spread his arms wide,“It's for you. On the house. It's a small gesture of our hospitality" he added with a smirk, his eyes glinting as he watched Clinton like a hawk.Clinton gulped and said nothing, but he couldn't help himself as he took a sip of