Kendrick sank into the plush comfort of his living room chair, the weight of the day pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. The television flickered with images of the court proceedings, and the news anchor's voice filled the room with the details of the verdict that had gripped the community. “In a landmark decision, Alexander has been sentenced to death by hanging for his heinous crimes,” the anchor reported solemnly.Kendrick felt a knot form in his stomach. He had hoped for a different outcome, for some semblance of redemption for Alexander. It was difficult to reconcile the man he had once known with the criminal he had become. He glanced at his sister, Emily, who sat beside him, her face a mixture of concern and discontent.“Can you believe it?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just so… tragic.”“Yeah,” Kendrick replied, staring at the screen. “It really is.”As the news continued, Kendrick’s father, Peterson, entered the room, his brow furrowed as he took i
Peterson emerged from his room right on time to meet his daughter sitting in the lobby, her eyes fixed on the outer part of the compound, she seemed lost in thought as she couldn’t notice his presence, not even the loud echo from him closing the door.He paused to observe her for a moment, “What must be bothering my daughter to the extent of her standing by the outer rails in this manner?” he asked himself as he strolled to her, his hands stretching towards her when they rested on her shoulder, she turned with a widened stare.“...oh, sorry sir, I mean… sorry Dad.” she stammered, turning to hurry into the house.“No wait, you seem to have been lost in thought, do you mind telling me what’s bothering you?”Emily halted, faking a smile, “It’s nothing Dad… she pretended, but her face betrayed her smile. Peterson held her back, “Is there something you want to talk to me about my dear?” he asked again.Emily nodded, “Y...Yes Dad.” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.Peterson hur
Peterson trailed behind his son, curiosity etched on his face, the cool morning air giving way to the long corridor that led to the outer part of the building. Kendrick’s gaze was fixed ahead, and he gestured angrily toward Knaver, who was pacing back and forth by his car, hands planted firmly on her waists. “Look who you reserved as a wife for me,” Kendrick snapped, his voice laced with irritation. Peterson chuckled, shaking his head. “...Son, these are some of the realities you’ll face as a man. It’s not all about work; sometimes you need to take a moment and give them your attention,” he said playfully. Kendrick’s frustration boiled over. “what do you mean by that, Dad?… I was too calm to have my guards toss her aside so I could get past.” He breathed heavily, the tension radiating off him like heat from a flame. Knaver had chased after him, desperate to stop him before he hurried out. She had been hoping to convince him to join her for a family visit, a simple request that K
Kendrick leaned against the cool metal of the car, the tension from the hospital visit still coursing through him. “Xavier, get in the car. We need to catch up with the meeting,” he commanded, his voice firm but edged with a hint of impatience. Xavier nodded quickly, the urgency of the situation clear in his eyes. “Yes, boss,” he replied, sliding into the passenger seat as Kendrick took the driver’s side. The engine roared to life, cutting through the silence that enveloped them.As they sped through the bustling streets of Texas, Kendrick’s mind churned with frustration. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had lost something vital today—an opportunity, a connection. He glanced at his phone, noticing a message that had just beeped. It was from Brandon, one of his guards who had been receiving treatment for a minor injury."I'm all good boss, I'll be going for some fitness exercises before I commence work again."A grin broke across Kendrick’s face despite his irritation. He qui
Kendrick pulled up to the Top Hills Eatery, a place that epitomized luxury and exclusivity. The restaurant was renowned for its opulence, where marble floors gleamed under soft chandeliers, and the air was infused with the aroma of gourmet cuisine. It was the perfect setting for high-stakes meetings, and today, Kendrick needed every advantage he could muster. As he stepped out of the car, he spotted Methot emerging from the entrance, a broad smile lighting up his face. The two men approached each other, their hands meeting in a firm shake. “Welcome, bro! I’m glad you made it here. I was wondering if work or other businesses would take your time,” Methot exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. Kendrick feigned a smile, though his mind was still tangled in the events of the day. “Thanks so much, bro. I promised I would come, so there was nothing that could stop me from keeping my word.” His voice carried a practiced ease, though internally, frustration simmered beneath the surface. Met
Kendrick leaned back in his plush seat, the weight of the day slowly fading as he reveled in the camaraderie with Methot. The fruit wine glistened in its crystal glass, and the atmosphere of the Top Hills Eatery felt like a cocoon of promise. As they delved deeper into their partnership, Kendrick’s mind flickered to his manager, Sophia Powell. He needed her expertise for the deal they’d just discussed. “Hey, Methot,” he said, cutting into the flow of their conversation, “I think it’s time we bring Sophia into this. I want her to finalize the contract with the investors while we keep pushing our plans forward.” Methot nodded, intrigued. “Good idea. She’s sharp and knows how to handle negotiations. Should we get her on the phone now?” “Let me shoot her a quick message.” Kendrick pulled out his phone, typing rapidly. “Alright, sent. Now, let’s talk about the other thing I’ve been avoiding.” He hesitated, the weight of the words pressing against his throat. Methot leaned forward, his
Two days had passed since Kendrick successfully secured the deal with Romeo and his foreign investors. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the commissioning ceremony for the new oil company site approached. As the CEO of the contracting company, Kendrick had to be present, a responsibility he embraced with both excitement and trepidation.The sun glared brightly as he arrived at the site, flanked by his guards, including Xavier, his trusted confidant. The arena loomed ahead, a sprawling edifice of modern architecture that spoke of ambition and success. Luxury cars lined the entrance, a testament to the wealth and power of those attending.Outside, Kendrick spotted Romeo, a sleek figure with an air of arrogance. As he whispered to one of the foreign dignitaries beside him, a smirk played on his lips. “What is he coming here for? We didn’t invite him. Is he just here to show off his luxury cars?”As if to emphasize his point, Romeo strode toward the guards stationed at the entran
Back at home, Kendrick stepped through the grand entrance of the Peterson mansion, the familiar scent of polished wood and fresh flowers enveloping him like a warm embrace. The high ceilings and ornate chandeliers filled him with a sense of pride. Today marked a turning point in his career, and now it was time to celebrate.His sister Evelyn was waiting for him in the expansive foyer, her face lighting up the moment she saw him. She rushed forward, enveloping him in a tight hug. “You did it, Kendrick! I knew you could!” Her voice rang with enthusiasm, and her blue eyes sparkled with joy.“Thanks, Evelyn. It was a long day, but it all turned out well,” he replied, feeling a wave of gratitude for her unwavering support.“I’ve already ordered the maids to set up the mini hall for a party!” Evelyn declared, her excitement infectious. “You deserve this celebration. Everyone’s going to be there—family, friends, even some of your business associates.”Kendrick chuckled, the weight of the day