It was announced that Fischer would appear on live T.V. in four days. Everyone was eager to hear what he had to say. He was the best president Mawuta had ever had, and his tenure was promising.When the day came, Fischer took to the press to make a big announcement. People listened attentively as he appeared on the screens in homes and on the streets, knowing he always brought good news.Fischer began, clearing his throat."Seeing the present growth of the economy," Fischer started, "I, President Fischer, have always wanted this growth from the start. We can see that the economy is not the same as it has been for years. So, to celebrate this developing economy, I, President Fischer, declare a work-free day! It's a day to party!"The whole country erupted in joy upon hearing that. Wherever people were, they shouted in celebration.A popcorn vendor was about to hand a hot bag of popcorn to a customer. When he heard the news, he threw the popcorn up joyfully and moved away from the counte
Joe was taken aback. "Sir, what's going on?""You think I don't know what you've been doing?" Lorenz continued, his voice rising. "I sent you on a mission, and you’re out there partying, drinking, wasting time! Do you have any idea what’s at stake?"Joe's heart pounded. "Sir, I—""Shut up and listen!" Lorenz interrupted. "You have one week to do your job. If you fail, you’ll wish you were never born."The line went silent as Joe absorbed Lorenz's words. "I understand, sir," he finally replied, his voice shaking.Immediately after the call ended, Joe began to grumble and hiss loudly. "What nonsense! He ordered I shouldn't do anything, and now he's on my neck. What a stupid old fool," Joe said, throwing his phone into his pocket.He stood there angrily, thinking about what to do next. The lady he had been dancing with came over and said, "Hey sweet, what's the problem with you? Come dance with me," as she continued to sway to the music.Without looking at her, Joe pushed her away. She f
Joe slipped into the ship through a small maintenance hole, wearing a mask. Darkness filled the lower deck as he moved quietly through the ship. The sound of the sea was muted here, replaced by the hum of the engines and the distant chatter of the crew.He heard voices and footsteps approaching as he moved through the narrow passageways. He quickly ducked behind a stack of crates, holding his breath as two crew members passed, their conversation fading into the distance.Once the coast was clear, Joe continued moving. He found the storage area where the gold was kept. Two security guards stood at the entrance, their attention on the corridor. Joe crept up behind them and grabbed a cloth from a nearby crate, swiftly choking one guard while covering his mouth to prevent any noise. Realizing what was happening, the second guard reached for his gun, but Joe acted quickly. He sent the first guard unconscious with a powerful punch and grabbed a fire extinguisher, swinging it at the second g
Joe swam through the deep sea, but his life jacket gradually failed him. He saw a shore up ahead, but reaching it was now the problem. As he forced himself to swim, a shark came to his side. Panic surged through him, and he began to swim as fast as he could, the shark pursuing him relentlessly.With all his energy left, Joe spotted a boat passing by and managed to grab hold of it. The fishermen on board shouted in alarm, trying to shake him off."He's a pirate! Chase him away!" one of the fishermen yelled, shaking his oar.Seeing the shark closing in, Joe begged, "Please, help me! There's a shark!"The fishermen saw the shark and, realizing the danger, pulled Joe onto the boat just in time. As the shark drew closer, one of the fishermen swung a big hook at the shark's head. Blood poured into the water, and Joe watched in horror as the water turned red and the dead shark sank into the depths.As Joe caught his breath, the fishermen began to question him."Who are you?" one fisherman as
Joe made his way back to the villa, his anger boiling over. He wanted to confront Lorenz and expose his wicked acts to the world.He entered the villa and stormed toward Lorenz's office, forcefully barging the door open. Lorenz was at his desk, working. Noticing Joe's rough entrance, he looked up, his eyes narrowing as Joe moved closer to his desk.Lorenz eyed Joe from head to toe, then finally spoke. "What is it? Haven't I paid you off?"Joe's voice shook with fury. "I have been loyal to you all these years, and all you could pay me back with is the dead bodies of my family. I swear, Lorenz, you will pay for this."Lorenz stood up and got in Joe's face. "How dare you call me by my name! You must be a bastard, son of a monster!"Joe's anger surged. "I promise you, Lorenz, you will regret this," he said, beating his chest in frustration.But Lorenz just laughed loudly, snubbing him and returning to his work. Joe's frustration peaked, and he clenched his fists, staring at Lorenz intentl
The News about the damaged gold imported from Mawuta had spread far and wide, stirring up strong reactions among people."Did you hear what Mawuta did?" a lady said to her friend as they walked down the street. "They gave us damaged gold. I thought they were better than that."Her friend defended Mawuta. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t jump to conclusions. It might be a set-up.""Set-up?" the first lady scoffed, eyeing her friend with disbelief. She hissed in annoyance and began to walk away, shaking her head.****Good evening, everyone. I'm Sarah Mitchell, and welcome to News at 10. Tonight, we have some hot topics that are stirring up quite a reaction across the country.First, let's dive into the issue of the damaged gold received from Mawuta. This controversy has set tongues wagging. People are questioning the integrity of the trade and the relationship between Parkland and Mawuta. Some citizens are already calling for answers.Amidst this, neither President Lorenz of Parkland nor Presi
In a northern district of the bustling city lies a vibrant marketplace. Here, amidst the hustle and bustle, vendors proudly display their goods while shoppers weave through the crowded aisles in search of treasures. The air is alive with the sounds of bargaining and the calls of merchants begging for attention.The scent of spices and cooking food wafts through the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked bread and roasted coffee. Colorful outfits flutter in the breeze, adding splashes of brightness to the day as customers examine the display of goods on offer.The door to the coffee shop quietly creaked open, and Royce Evans slipped in, looking around to make sure nobody noticed him. He kept checking his watch, aware that he was already twenty minutes late for work.Inside, the coffee shop was cozy and inviting. Small wooden tables and chairs filled the space, with people sitting and chatting over cups of coffee. The air was rich with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, mingling
Royce approached Mr. Brent's door gently, gently tapping on it in an attempt to address the words on the letter. But, before Royce could utter a word, Mr. Brent's reaction caught him off guard. Without hesitation, Mr. Brent threw a book at the door from inside with force, his voice raised in anger as he shouted at Royce."I don't want to see you again! You fool!”.Royce slammed the door in anger with his foot, the loud thud echoing through the coffee shop as he stormed away. Whispering furious curses to himself, he passed every staff member he encountered on the road, his words dripping with venom. "Unbelievable! Can't believe this nonsense! Treated like trash!" His voice grew louder with each step, his anger escalating.The guy at the counter, noticing Royce's wrinkled face and red eyes, attempted to ask what was wrong. But before he could finish his sentence, Royce erupted. With a swift motion, he delivered a hard slap to the guy's face, sending him sprawling onto a nearby table. Cof