Arome opened the door to his apartment with a rather tired look on his face. Aliyu and Kemi moved past him, quickly casing the apartment and checking if there was anything suspicious around. He shook his head, even if there was a trap or anything of the sort, with how much people he had crammed into the small one-bedroom apartment, he wasn’t sure it would have mattered anyways. He pointed towards his bedroom then turned to Luna. “The bath is in there, you can look through my closet and see if there’s anything there that fits. You have thirty minutes before we have to leave. There’s no doubt this place has been compromised, so take a shower and get changed. We’ll wait for you. “ Luna looked like she wanted to say something else, but Arome was already moving to his kitchen where he had left his laptop and tablet. His phone was in shambles somewhere under the many rubble that was once a part of Falcon-Eagle Industries. The building itself was still standing, but considering the amount o

Arome looked through the curtains on the window one more time. It was beginning to annoy him how many reporters were gathered outside the hotel they were in, even more when he couldn't sleep. This would have been just as good a time as any to look through his system's and see what sort of changes he could implement. But everything was exhausting right now, he knew he needed sleep, but that seemed extremely far away from him and then there’s the fact that somehow reporters had found out where they were holed up for the night, the hotel had its own security and thankfully they were capable enough to hold the reporters back. But Arome knew it was only a matter of time before one of them found a way to sneak behind or around those guards and come pester him. He grunted and moved away from the window, grabbing a glass of whiskey, the ice in it already melted with how long he had spent just watching the people outside the window. He moved across the suite to the other side where a balcony o

Arome leaned back, considering her words carefully while the tension in the room thickened. He had expected some form of confrontation, but Marisa's approach caught him off guard. He knew that whatever she proposed would be in her favor, yet the opportunity to potentially turn the situation to his advantage was too tempting to ignore. He studied her, looking for any sign of deceit, but Marisa's expression remained resolute, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and desperation. This negotiation could either forge a new alliance or lead to further animosity, but Arome understood the delicate balance of power at play. His pride and past grievances tugged at him, but the pragmatic part of his mind recognized that cooperation might be the most strategic path forward. With a measured breath, he nodded slightly, signaling his willingness to hear her out, all the while bracing himself for the complexities that lay ahead. The breakfast buffet, now a distant memory, was replaced by th

Marisa looked like the only thing she wanted to do right now was to rip Arome’s face off. Even more so when she took into consideration the way Arome had shown such control over her daughter. But what Marisa did not understand was that Arome’s current display, especially with the way he just interacted with Luna was for the benefit of his cousin Bayo. Based on the intense look of fury and the embarrassed look of shame on Luna’s face, it seems he got what he was aiming for. It was obvious, that even a blind man from afar could see the look of longing Bayo sent Luna’s way. And even though it was reflected in her eyes too, Arome would never sit back and let Bayo have anything good, and most definitely not Luna. Since this fool cousin of his stole his throne, then Arome will steal everything else from him, and it seems at the very top of that list was Luna.Marisa clenched her fists under the table, seething with barely contained rage. She knew that Arome was playing a dangerous game, one

"Here is my proposal, which I will outline concisely for everyone’s clarity," Arome paused, relishing the palpable tension in the air and particularly the expression of anger from Bayo. "Firstly, the UNCH will facilitate the construction of a compound for me, which you will need to contract out to Falcon-Eagle Industries as a form of restitution for your inability to manage your own issues. This compound will be built according to my specifications. Marisa, you will enter into a 60/40 partnership with me and serve as an advisor in running my new independent agency.Furthermore, the UNCH will enter into a licensing agreement with my agency, allowing it to collaborate with them. This can be presented as a pilot program to enhance hero response times by delegating tasks to unaffiliated agencies that are in proximity to incidents. Naturally, we will participate in mission assignments like everyone else. Regarding recruits, I am aware that many are rejected annually; I will independently s