Enoch swiftly walked down the hallway of the empire. His steps clanged on the polished marble floor. He remained focused and pushed aside attentions from the several other employees who filed down the area, glancing at him. Forty minutes had elapsed since he entered the office, but there was still no Marriane. He would have thought she would be around dealing with the business as appropriate for the status of a CEO, but the office remained deserted.Frustration, boiling beneath the surface, came forth with a sigh. "She doesn't know a thing about running this place," he muttered under his breath. "Leaves without a word, and no one knows where she's gone."All of a sudden, there was that familiar chug-chug of an engine. His ears whipped up, and he turned to the entrance. It was definitely his vehicle. What right had Marriane to take his car out?Enoch rushed towards the entrance just in time to see Marriane alight from the driver's seat. A deep frown marred her face, although she was no
Yuna's wrists ached from the tight ropes digging into her skin. She struggled, a petite frame unable to make the chair creak. Tears ran down her face as she begged, "Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone. I swear."Clarke looked straight across the table, his eyes glued to the glowing screen of the cell phone. The only sound in the room was the very soft clicking of buttons as his fingers danced across the screen. He did not even flinch upward as Yuna continued to plead."Please. just let me go home," Yuna's voice trembled.Suddenly, "Game Over" flashed on Clarke's game. He snarled and threw the phone on the table with a thud. His cold, unrelenting eyes locked themselves onto Yuna. "You know, I had about two moves to victory. Then your whining made me lose."Yuna flinched. Her body trembled. "I—I'm sorry," she meekly mumbled."What?" Clarke sneered. "You just can't keep quiet, huh?" He moved even closer, his face just some centimeters distant from hers. "Why don't you just shut up fo
Marrianne laughed open-mouthed at Yuna as she was thrust even closer to the water, her small child's body squirming mightily against the ropes as the chain dragged the chair closer to the edge. Yuna's eyes popped in her face as the water loomed closer. The cold shock of hitting the water snapped her into a frantic struggle on hitting the water; the weight of the chair drew her down swift—.Stephen watched at the doorway, his fists clenched. **Now's the moment for me to act.** He caught sight of a black coal-dust pile not far off, and without pausing to think about it, he ripped a strip of cloth off his shirt and rubbed at his face with the dirt. **This should help me blend in, but I need a distraction.His eyes shifted quickly to the two guards at the entrance, riveted on the struggling girl inside the well. Stephen could feel his heart pounding. **They'll intercept me fast if I go charging in. I'll need a plan.** He slid out of the room and, unseen, down to where the waiting car was
Enoch came out from the camera room, his heart racing, as he nodded at the security man who was still explaining to him how the camera worked. **There's no time for this.** His mind racing, he went swiftly down the hallway towards Marriane's office. **I have to plant the camera before she gets back.**Transpired into the office, and he slipped noiselessly within, closing the door behind him. The room was chill and dark; the one light there was upon the desk threw a dim shadow on the walls.He hurried toward Marriane's desk, produced the little camera from his pocket. **This has got to go under the table, where she won't see it.**He knelt down, placing the camera carefully under the table and trying to hold it in place. But just as he was trying to adjust it, the door creaked open. Enoch froze; his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach."Enoch?" Marriane's voice was cold, cutting through the silent atmosphere. "What are you doing in my office?She's back already? I didn't even hear
-She sat at the edge of the bed, bathed by the soft light of the hotel room as she puzzled it all through. **How is Mr Stephen here? He vanished .** Her eyes strayed into his for the answers.Stephen saw the confusion in her, weakly smiling back. "I know it's confusing, Yuna, but I have to remember who I am." There was a deep tone of urgency behind his firm voice.Yuna's eyes narrowed at his. Something was definitely wrong. That faraway look in his eyes; he hadn't fully come back into his memory. "How am I going to be of help?" she asked softly but firmly.Stephen eased his gaze as he looked into her eyes. "I don't yet. but I need you to trust me."Although she nodded, she truly had no idea how she was going to help him actually regain his memory—short of some kind of medical intervention—but she did have to try.Stephen's expression suddenly changed. His eyes lost focus, as if he saw something she couldn't. **What is happening to him?** thought Yuna, her heart racing.Here, Stephen
Victor flung his body into one of the armchairs, a grin stretching from one ear to the other. Enoch felt as if his heart had skipped a beat. "Victor? What in God's name are you doing here?" His voice quavered more out of fear and surprise.He leaned back, crossing his legs as if he had never been away. "Is that how you address one of your own breed within his own walls, Enoch?"Enoch squinted his eyes slightly, but the quick return didn't come. His throat visibly gulping, realizing he had nothing in return. "I. I'm sorry, I didn't expect you." He needed a moment to compose himself. "I'll just be right back."Enoch went to the wine rack, hands a little shaky as he topped up two glasses. He needed time, time to work out what Victor wanted. Time. He turned back, forcing a smile. "Wine? You look like you could use some."Victor’s eyes followed Enoch’s every movement. “No, thanks,” he said, his tone casual but with an edge. “I’m more interested in what’s been going on around here. Like thi
Charles was seated in a dimly lit room, the rain pounding on the window without pause. Heaviness hovered above the night, one of those nights that seemed to choke someone and seemed as if everything was closer. Physically, he felt it gnawing at his skin. Victor hadn't come back home from the search for Stephen, and now silence in the mansion grated at his nerves, bit by bit.He unlocked his phone; the light beamed back into his face, an eerie sight in the dim light. Charles hesitated for a second, his thumb hovering over the call button. Just maybe—just maybe—if he could get Stephen on the phone, he might know where he was. He had to know. The unknown was tearing him apart.If Stephen wouldn't, someday someone else must. But just as his thumb extended to push the call button down, he remembered that last look in Stephen's eye. Something about the look obsessed Charles-desperation laid over determination. He was quite sure Stephen wouldn't be cooperative. All the same, he had to try. H
The tension was alive in the dimly lit room in the way Victor and Charles were standing facing each other. Victor's eyes held some type of definite tension, just waiting for any lead. Charles slowly paced the floor, his mind racing with possibilities."What should we do?" came out finally from Victor and broke the silence.Charles stopped and turned towards him. "First we need to find Stephen. It is the only way we're going to get to him before Clarke does.Victor nodded, but his expression remained dubious. "And how do we plan on doing that?"Charles ran a hand through his hair, thinking hard. "We'll follow Marriane. She's bound to have contact with Stephen, either directly or through someone who knows where he is."Victor's eyes lit up slightly. "I think I know where Marriane lives. But it's going to be risky just walking in there. If she sees us…""I know. We have to be careful. If she spots us, everything could fall apart."Victor crossed his arms, thinking. "What's the plan if we
Stephen sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, staring out the window. He had sat there for hours, sipping cold coffee and watching the rain trickle down the glass. The café wasn't crowded-just a few people scattered about, lost in their conversations. His foot tapped impatiently under the table. Enoch was late. Very late. The waiter had been by twice, offering Stephen polite smiles, asking if he needed anything else. Each time, he waved him off, too intent on what was to come. His mind was reeling, questions, doubts, and a growing sense of frustration building inside him. Enoch was never this late. The doorbell above the entrance jingled, and Stephen looked up. His heart stopped at the sight of Enoch stepping inside, shaking rain from his coat. He glanced briefly around the room before his eyes fell upon Stephen, and he hastened to him, an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," Enoch said, reaching for the chair opposite of Stephen. Stephen did not sa
Stephen sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, staring out the window. He had sat there for hours, sipping cold coffee and watching the rain trickle down the glass. The café wasn't crowded-just a few people scattered about, lost in their conversations. His foot tapped impatiently under the table. Enoch was late. Very late. The waiter had been by twice, offering Stephen polite smiles, asking if he needed anything else. Each time, he waved him off, too intent on what was to come. His mind was reeling, questions, doubts, and a growing sense of frustration building inside him. Enoch was never this late. The doorbell above the entrance jingled, and Stephen looked up. His heart stopped at the sight of Enoch stepping inside, shaking rain from his coat. He glanced briefly around the room before his eyes fell upon Stephen, and he hastened to him, an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," Enoch said, reaching for the chair opposite of Stephen. Stephen did not say an
Stephen sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, staring out the window. He had sat there for hours, sipping cold coffee and watching the rain trickle down the glass. The café wasn't crowded-just a few people scattered about, lost in their conversations. His foot tapped impatiently under the table. Enoch was late. Very late. The waiter had been by twice, offering Stephen polite smiles, asking if he needed anything else. Each time, he waved him off, too intent on what was to come. His mind was reeling, questions, doubts, and a growing sense of frustration building inside him. Enoch was never this late. The doorbell above the entrance jingled, and Stephen looked up. His heart stopped at the sight of Enoch stepping inside, shaking rain from his coat. He glanced briefly around the room before his eyes fell upon Stephen, and he hastened to him, an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," Enoch said, reaching for the chair opposite of Stephen. Stephen did not say an
Stephen sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, staring out the window. He had sat there for hours, sipping cold coffee and watching the rain trickle down the glass. The café wasn't crowded-just a few people scattered about, lost in their conversations. His foot tapped impatiently under the table. Enoch was late. Very late.The waiter had been by twice, offering Stephen polite smiles, asking if he needed anything else. Each time, he waved him off, too intent on what was to come. His mind was reeling, questions, doubts, and a growing sense of frustration building inside him. Enoch was never this late.The doorbell above the entrance jingled, and Stephen looked up. His heart stopped at the sight of Enoch stepping inside, shaking rain from his coat. He glanced briefly around the room before his eyes fell upon Stephen, and he hastened to him, an apologetic smile on his face."Sorry to have kept you waiting," Enoch said, reaching for the chair opposite of Stephen.Stephen did not say anythi
Stephen stood by the door, watching as Victor’s car grew smaller in the distance. The rumble of the engine slowly faded, leaving nothing but the usual quiet that hung around the small neighborhood. He let out a breath, resting his hand on the doorframe. The last two months had been tough—tougher than he ever imagined.Without the system—the network of contacts and favors that once made his life easy—Stephen had to figure out a way to survive on his own. And it wasn’t glamorous. Every day was a grind, a constant scramble for enough money to cover the basics. Work wasn’t easy to come by, not when you’d burned as many bridges as he had. But he’d managed to find some odd jobs here and there—just enough to scrape by, though never enough to truly get ahead.He closed the door softly, the sound echoing through the small room. Glancing around the cramped space, he couldn’t help but think of the penthouse he once called home. The stark difference between his old life and this one weighed on hi
Stephen stood in the door and watched as Victor's car dwindled to a dot on the horizon. The rumble of the motor died out, leaving only the silent night air hovering over the little neighborhood. He exhaled a breath, his hand falling to rest on the doorframe. The last two months had been rough-tougher than he ever imagined.No system to fall back on now-the network of contacts and favors that oiled his life-Stephen was forced to scrounge some means of survival for himself. Not quite glamorous, the daily fight, the eternal hustle just for the real basics. Jobs were not easy to find, not when one had burned bridges as he had. But he'd been able to find odd jobs here and there, enough just to scrape by, never enough to get any further ahead.He closed the door behind him with a quiet click. The softness echoed inside the tiny room. Glancing around at the cramped quarters, his mind strayed to the penthouse he once called home. The stark dissimilarities between where his life used to be and
Two months later, Victor stared at the address on his phone, then at the small, run-down building in front of him. It didn’t look like a place Stephen would be living. The paint was peeling off the walls, and the grass in front was overgrown. This was far from the sleek, modern apartment Stephen used to own.Victor killed the engine, stepped out of his car, and walked toward the house. It was a self-contained unit—cheap, cramped, and barely enough for one person. He checked the address again. Room number 9. It matched. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.When he reached room 9, he knocked hard. The wood felt thin under his knuckles, like the door could break if he wasn’t careful. He knocked again, louder this time.After a moment, the door creaked open. Victor’s eyebrows shot up. Standing in front of him was Stephen, but he was almost unrecognizable. His hair was longer, his face covered with a scruffy beard, and he’d gained weight—his old sharp features now s
Standing beside Ariane's bed, his mind was spinning as he stared down at the screen of the system on his phone. His fingers trembling, he hit the icon for healing skills. He muttered under his breath, "Why can't this work on her? Why can't I save her?The system kept mum-no explanation, no solution. The shallow breathing of his daughter echoed in the room; every weak breath made him helpless. Stephen swallowed hard as his throat went dry. He could fix deals, he could manipulate numbers, but here in this hospital room, he was powerless.The door creaked open, and Stephen turned to see Enoch step in. Gone was Enoch's usual smug expression, replaced with a concerned frown. "What are you doing here?" Stephen's voice was low, edged with suspicion.Enoch shrugged, glancing over at Ariane. "Heard she was sick, so I decided to come by. How's she doing?"Stephen stared at him for a long moment, unsure of how to reply. His mind flashed back to his earlier doubts. Ariane wasn't his daughter, at
Stephen sat cross-legged on a soft mat, his eyes closed to focus on the calm voice of the guru. The air around him was scented with burning incense; a low hum of chanting echoed softly from the walls. He had called in the guru in a last-ditch effort to clear his mind, escape the relentless pull of the system. It had started to devour him, bit by bit, till it was all he could think of, all he could perceive.He was losing his grip, and he knew it.The guru's voice came, calm: "Breathe in. breathe out. let your thoughts flow like water. Do not cling to them."Stephen sucked in an enormous breath, then let it slowly out again, as if to expel everything at the same time: the market crash, the system, the deals that went right past him. The tension between him and Enoch was endless. He'd gotten pulled into something so much bigger than he was that he couldn't possibly control it himself, and however hard Stephen fought his way free of it, he felt ensnared.Then, though, as his breathing st