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
Royce went through the basement, holding his bleeding arm, and could still hear soldiers looking for him. He winced in pain, feeling very thirsty. He heard footsteps behind him but saw no one when he looked back. The footsteps ceased. He continued moving forward, holding his bleeding arm and searching for an escape route. Luckily, he found an opening into the villa's sewage pipe. Just as he entered the pipe, a bullet whizzed past him, narrowly missing and causing damage ahead. He heard a voice mutter, "Missed it," followed by the cocking of a gun. Royce moved quickly through the pipe as heavy gunfire erupted behind him. Covering his nose from the stench, he pushed forward, trying to move through the sewage. The smell and filth made him gag, but he pressed on, determined to escape. The pipe was dark and slimy, making every step difficult. His body ached, and he felt weak, but he knew he couldn't stop.After moving and struggling through the slimy, stinking pipe, Royce heard a famili
Royce sat in the dark cell, his arm still aching from the rough treatment. "Aethon, where are you?" he muttered to himself, glancing around the space. He had been hoping, praying, for Aethon to show up and rescue him.Days passed, each one feeling longer than the last. Royce paced the small cell, looking at the barred window, hoping to see a sign of Aethon. "Come on, Aethon, I need you," he whispered desperately, his voice breaking.But no one came. The guards brought him food and water, but there was no sign of Aethon. Each night, Royce lay on the cold, hard floor, staring at the ceiling, his hope fading. "Aethon," he said again, his voice now just a faint whisper.While Royce lay on the cold floor looking defeated, a soldier came towards his cell door and banged it hard. Royce startled up, looking at who banged the door. It was a soldier bringing food for him. The soldier forcefully opened the metal door, the hinges creaking loudly.The soldier entered with a neat bowl, covered and