"But how do we connect it to him?" Mrs. Armstrong asked."I don't know yet, but we'll figure it out." Armand answered."What about the press?" Vanessa inquired."The press?" Armand asked."Yes," she began tentatively, "how do you plan to deal with the press?"Armand looked up, his gaze meeting Vanessa's concerned eyes. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and clasped his hands together. "Vanessa, I've been careful about who knows the truth. As of now, only my mother, the attending doctors, the police and I are aware that my father has been shot.""You've notified the police?" Vanessa asked."Yes, I did that not long after we got here." Armand answered.Vanessa nodded, still anxious. "But what if someone from the hospital talks? These situations have a way of leaking, Armand."Armand's voice grew more confident. "I've spoken with the doctors and the hospital staff. They're bound by strict confidentiality. They won't disclose anything to anybody, especially not to the press.
Aaron and Gloz walked silently behind the officer. Aaron was calm because he knew who the visitor was. On the other hand, Gloz felt confused. Who would want to visit him here? It could not be his siblings, could it? He asked internally, but quickly dismissed that thought. He didn't want to get his hopes high.Just as they arrived at the door of the visitor's room, the officer who was leading them, Officer Daniels gestured for Aaron and Gloz to go in. The heavy metallic clang of the cell door echoed behind them as they entered the small room. Gloz's eyes darted nervously, taking in the cold atmosphere."Alright, Gloz, you've got 15 minutes with your visitor. Make it count," Officer Daniels said, his tone gruff but not unkind. He shot a stern glance at Gloz, who stood by, a silent spectator to the scene.Aaron nodded with gratitude in his eyes. Gloz shifted uncomfortably, aware of the limited time allowed for this interaction with his yet to be seen visitor."Remember, Gloz, Keep it
Aaron was tired. He never knew packaging wristwatches could be that stressful.Aaron's eyes, which had been vibrant and full of life just that morning, now held the heavy burden of exhaustion. Deep, dark circles etched beneath them, telling a tale of his need to sleep and his restlessness. Shoulders slouched, as if carrying the weight of the world, Aaron moved with a sluggish rhythm, each step echoing the struggle against the invisible forces pulling him down.He was thirsty and decided to get water. And coffee as well, to help him stay awake for the remaining one hour before his closing time for the day.He had gotten his drinks and was on his way back when the least thing he was expecting happened.His mind was consumed by the need to finish his packaging before closing hours, he rounded a corner only to collide with a lady adorned with vibrant red hair who had been walking too fast. The collision unfolded in an unfortunate symphony of mishap. The contents in Aaron's hands,
Aaron strolled into the company. He was just about to enter his work area when he was stopped by Mr Black."Good morning Sir." Aaron said. However, he got no response."I completed Janet's task yesterday. You can go and confirm if you'd like. Also, I know the incident yesterday must have painted me in a bad light, but I want to assure you, that is not who I am. It was an accident, I am not clumsy and what happened yesterday will never repeat itself again."Mr Black just kept on staring at him, so he asked "Can I go now?" He didn't feel comfortable under the manager's intense scrutinizing gaze."Aaron, what are you really doing here?" Mr Black finally asked."I beg your pardon?" Aaron replied."I said, what are you really doing here?" The manager asked again.Aaron's palms grew clammy as his manager's piercing gaze bore into him. The air seemed to thicken as he fumbled for words, anxiety tightening his throat. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, betraying the composed facade
"Aaron, that suggestion of yours in the meeting was brilliant," Alan commended when they got to where Aaron, Kelly and Sam were standing.Sam concurred by nodding appreciatively and Winner chimed in with praises for Aaron.Alan then said, "Well, I must say, our suggestions were good too. Mr Black just needs to think outside of the box to see it," a hint of mischief in his eyes.Ben was able to stifle his laugh when he heard that statement, Kelly on the other hand couldn't help the smirk that formed on her face. Curiosity flickered in Alan's gaze as he turned to Kelly. "Got something to add?" he inquired. Kelly, however, simply brushed off the question, choosing to ignore him.Sensing a hint of tension, Ben interjected with a diplomatic suggestion. "How about we all put our creative minds together over lunch? We can continue brainstorming in a more relaxed setting.""Great idea." Kelly said, walking away with the others behind her.…When they entered the cafeteria, Kelly opte
"Vincent Askellan?" Armand yelled.They were sitting inside Armand's car in the parking lot at D'premium branch.Aaron had arrived at work earlier than normal and he had called Vanessa and Armand to fill them in as usual."I can't believe it! Vanessa exclaimed."It all makes sense now." Armand mused. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place. His brows furrowed, and a slow, subtle grin tugged at the corners of his lips. It was the expression of revelation, a mix of surprise and understanding, etched across his face like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness."You know what? Things just got better." Armand said after a while."Everything ends today." Vanessa said."Everything ends today." Armand repeated in a lower tone."Here," Vanessa said, handing over the bag which contained the remaining two wristwatches to Aaron. "Take it to them and let them lead you to Vincent, text us the address immediately you can, okay?"
In a room filled with fancy people wearing elegant clothes, there stood Armand Grey, dressed in a simple attire but beaming with happiness. His paintings, the ones he had been creating for his -in-laws for years, were now on display at the art gallery. Armand was never feeling fully accepted by his in-laws. In their eyes, he didn't deserve their daughter because he was poor. However, Armand stayed because of his love for Carla. Now, the family has decided to showcase and sell his artwork. Also, he would be given his rightful share from the sale of his paintings. Soon, Armand watched as his in-laws entered the gallery. Celine Smith, his mother-in-law, Charles Smith, his father-in-law, Carl Smith, his brother in law and Ruby, his wife. Carla, Armand's wife, was the last person who walked in. Armand hurriedly approached and welcomed them. Celine nodded coldly while Charles gave him a stern look. However, Carl, dressed in an expensive Armani suit, immediately scrutinized Armand's at
Armand's eyes opened suddenly! He found himself in a small but clean room—the very place he had stayed before getting married to Carla. "What's happening?" Armand questioned aloud, his eyes scanning the room. In a hurry to make sense of the situation, he reached for his phone beside the bed. The date displayed on the screen was 30/03/2023. Armand's eyes widened in realization as he pieced together the puzzle—the voice he had heard just before Carl had hit the car he was driving, belonged to the god of time. He had died, met the god of time, and was sent back to earth to accomplish his mission. “Amazing!” Armand muttered to himself, “The Smith's have no idea what's coming for them.” The god of time had sent him back an entire year before his tragic death. On this very day, he had forfeited being the heir to the Armstrong empire in order to marry Carla. His mother had worked as a maid for the Armstrong family, and they had always been good to him, even after his mother died. The