All eyes were fixed on Lorenz,as his hesitation was taking too long, as he clutched the pen. Fischer's voice cut through the tension, asking, "Mr. Lorenz, are you okay?"Lorenz remained silent, his forehead beaded with sweat as he tossed the pen and the bill aside. Standing abruptly, he wiped his brow with a scarf and stormed out of the room.Fischer called after him, his frustration evident. "Hey Lorenz, is it because your country is secure that you behave this way? Don't worry, you can act however you want. You'll face the consequences."Lorenz glanced back at Fischer, unmoved by his words, and continued on his way with his entourage coming behind.Lorenz returned to the presidential villa, followed by his security agents. Exhausted and overwhelmed, he entered his room and pleaded with them to leave him alone for a while. They respectfully bowed and closed the door behind them, leaving Lorenz to himself.Lorenz walked up to the door and locked it, seeking privacy. He sank to the flo
Royce stood by the roadside, thinking hard about his next move. He suddenly had a bright idea:he could try to get a job at the presidential villa! But he began to doubt. How would someone like him land a job in such a place? Was there even an opening?Shaking off his doubt, he waved down a passing taxi. "Can you take me to Cedar Lane, please?" he asked the driver once he was inside.As the taxi drove through the streets, Royce feared within. He was on his way to see an old friend, Dan, who might be able to help. Dan's father worked at the presidential villa, which gave Royce a glimpse of hope.Reaching his destination, Royce paid the taxi driver and got out. He walked quickly, his heart pounding nervously. The street was eerily quiet, with only the whispering breeze breaking the silence. Royce couldn't believe how deserted everything seemed; it was nothing like the Parkland he remembered. He arrived in front of a dilapidated house, typical of those found in poorer areas—its paint wa
Royce returned to the police station and went straight to the officer he had met the other day.Pulling some coins from his pocket, he gestured for the officer to let him see Dan again. Without wasting time, the officer took the coins, glanced around to ensure no one was watching, and then tucked the coins into his pocket.The officer secretly led Royce to Dan's cell. "Hey, step out," the officer commanded, but Dan didn't respond. "I said come out!" the officer repeated, his voice more forceful. When Dan still didn't move, the officer went in and dragged him out, snapping handcuffs onto his wrists behind his back.He pushed Dan to sit in front of Royce, who was already seated in a chair. Dan glared at Royce, his breath coming in angry bursts."What do you want this time?" Dan spat out, his voice laced with bitterness. "Glad to see you here again," he added, gritting his teeth.Royce began calmly, "See Dan, I'm here to help you. I'm here to bail you out of here. Just give me the chance
Lorenz's car pulled up in front of the conference hall. He quickly got out, surrounded by his team, and walked toward the entrance. Some security agents were already there, and Lorenz gave them a casual wave as he passed.Inside, the atmosphere changed. As soon as the delegates noticed Lorenz entering, they all stood up and bowed in respect. Mr. Thompson, who seemed very pleased to see him, stepped forward with a handshake."Welcome, Mr. President. We are glad to have you with us today," Mr. Thompson said, smiling warmly."Thank you, it's my pleasure to be here," Lorenz replied, returning the smile as he sat down.Mr. Thompson faced the room, still smiling. "Once again, we're honoured to have Mr. President here. He called me with a proposal that I believe is brilliant, something that will not only help us grow but also strengthen our relationship with the people of Mawuta."Turning back to Lorenz, Mr. Thompson bowed slightly. "Over to you, Mr. President."Lorenz leaned back in his cha
"Mr. Royce, you are next in line," the female messenger called out to Royce, who was sitting outside, waiting to be called in.Royce stood up and walked into the room. It wasn't very big, but it was beautiful and cool. The air felt fresh, and the room's beauty was captivating; it was the kind of place no one would want to leave once they entered.However, the sight of the interview panel before him scared him to his bones. He swallowed hard and walked gently to the vacant seat where he was to be interviewed. He sat down carefully, glancing nervously at the panel.Mrs. Veronica Rodriguez, a middle-aged woman in her 50s, was heading the interview panel. She began, "Mr. Royce Evans, glad to have you here today. We love the smile on your face, and we hope it continues like that till the end of this interview."Royce smiled, trying to relax as Veronica smiled back at him.Veronica continued, "Mr. Royce, could you tell us a little about your personal life, your background? Do you have any s
The door opened softly, its hinges creaking quietly. Linda Newman walked in, a lady in her early 30s with blonde hair flowing down to her waist.Linda walked straight to Fischer, who was at his desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as he worked intently on his desktop."Good morning, sir," Linda said, bowing slightly as she held the envelope she had tucked under her arm. "This is from Parkland, sir. It says it's a proposal to the president."Fischer glanced at her for a moment, then gestured for her to hand over the letter."It's a sealed letter, sir," Linda said as she saw Fischer trying to check it out."I know," Fischer responded as he began to tear the letter open.He pulled out the letter and started to read, his expression changing from curiosity to seriousness as he scanned the contents.Linda stood there, waiting quietly. She noticed how Fischer's brows furrowed as he read, his face reflecting deep thoughts."What does it say, sir?" Linda asked softly.Fischer looked up, fold
One by one, the cabinet members began to speak.The Minister of Trade started, "Mr. President, I think we should trade with Parkland. They have the resources that we need, and we have what they want. This could boost our economy significantly."The Minister of Finance added, "I agree with my colleague. Your Excellency, trading with Parkland could open new financial avenues for us, I see this as an opportunity we shouldn't let go."The Minister of Defense spoke next, "From a security perspective, an alliance with Parkland would be beneficial. It would strengthen our position in the region and provide us with additional military support if needed."Fischer leaned back, nodding at their brilliant ideas, as it seemed so beautiful to take in.The Minister of Agriculture chimed in, "Mr. President, you would agree with me, that Parkland has advanced agricultural techniques that could greatly benefit our farming industry. This trade could lead to technological exchanges that would improve our
Lorenz was sitting in his study, his right leg crossed over his lap, smiling. He was glad to have received a response accepting his proposal from Mawuta.Suddenly, as usual, the room began to vibrate heavily, with things shattering all over the place. He felt disturbed and scared. Immediately, Grimnar appeared before him.Lorenz was disappointed. He no longer felt scared of Grimnar's form. He hissed and said, "Could you stop scattering the place? Every time you come, there are better ways to appear." He began to pick up the scattered materials on the floor, muttering to himself.Grimnar's dark figure loomed over him, but Lorenz kept his focus on tidying up. "I'm serious, Grimnar," he said, not looking up. "This is getting old.”Grimnar watched him, his eyes glowing with a strange intensity. "I have news," Grimnar said, his voice deep and echoing. "Important news."Lorenz paused, his hands full of papers. "What is it?" he asked, still kneeling on the floor.Grimnar began, "It's good th