They were being driven to a small building in town before they could head back to their various destinations. This was so that Jerry's friends would locate their suspect, and get him talking. When they arrived at their destination — an unmarked building in a quiet industrial area of town — Zoey felt her nerves returning full force. What exactly did these guys have in mind for getting this information? As if sensing her trepidation, Ellis put a comforting hand on her arm as they headed inside, escorted by his silent crew. She didn’t have to be here for this part, but it may make her feel safer to be part of the investigative process. But he stayed close to her to reassure her that he wouldn’t let her get hurt. One of the men, seeing how close Ellis held Zoey, could tell that the couple were not really given into this exercise. Walking up to them, he said, "You know you ain't got nothin' to worry about. I know this whole cloak and dagger stuff ain't exactly y'all speed, but I promise
Later in the week, Ellis sat in stunned silence as Jerry and his goon friends laid out the evidence they had uncovered about Jaguar's true identity. It had been several dayss of painstaking research, dead ends, and frustrating mysteries since they took down the counterfeiting operation. But they finally had their answer."Your half-brother Marcus...he's been the one pulling Jaguar's strings this whole time," Jerry said solemnly. "We traced communications between Jaguar and an inmate at Citadel Penitentiary. That inmate's name, Marcus Royale."Ellis's head was spinning. Marcus, his estranged older half-brother who he had not seen or spoken to in over a year. The last Ellis knew, Marcus was serving a sentence for his many crimes that even Ellis had now forgotten. How could he possibly be mixed up in this from behind bars?"That...that can't be right," Ellis stammered. "Marcus is locked up in maximum security. How could he be giving orders to Jaguar?"Jerry shook his head grimly. "We're
One of the study's oak doors opened and a tall, muscular man in a crisp black suit stepped through, awaiting further orders from Mr. Cyrus.He looked up at the awaiting man. "My son who is in jail now, has the temerity to threaten the lives of those whom he wronged before going to jail, again. Marcus kidnapped Ellis's girlfriend and is working with men from a goon gang. We don't know the next trouble that he would cause and I definitely do not want to know. So I need you to do something for me. I need you to put an end to Marcus's misbehavior. Tell your men to use any force necessary. If they get a clean shot at neutralizing the threat my son poses, take it. Perhaps a close call will finally make him see the error of his ways."Ellis felt his stomach drop at his father's barely veiled meaning — if the opportunity arose, the team had a green light to take Marcus out for good this time. As abhorrent as his brother's actions were, the thought of outright allowing his death struck Ellis a
Marcus could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he raced down the dimly lit corridors of the maximum security prison. He had been planning this escape for months, meticulously studying the guards' routines and weaknesses until he found his opening. Coupled with the man he had on the inside who was also a guard, he was finally able to have a chance at freedom.With the warden unconscious and stripped of his keys, Marcus was able to make his way undetected through the labyrinth of locked doors and checkpoints. He was a man possessed, driven by an all-consuming desire for vengeance against the man who had put him behind bars - his own father, Cyrus Royale. The man he paid was friends with the prison cook, and most of the guards were drugged with their last meal. That’s what made Marcus’ escape so easy. He only took some of the inmates who had been on his side as he escaped. The only problem they would face would be at the main gates, because those guards weren’t part of th
Marcus blacked out for a moment, his body numb from the shock and blood loss. When he came to, he was being roughly hauled to his feet by two burly officers, his arms wrenched backwards. He still couldn't feel anything below his ruined shoulder."Ellis, you bastard..." he managed to croak out through gritted teeth, glaring at the silhouette of his father's heir illuminated in a plume of smoke.The elder Royale slowly rose to his feet, downing the last of his whiskey before fixing Marcus with a look of pure contempt and disdain."You should have done better if you wanted better, Marc. I gave you the chance. I gave you so many chances before finding someone more worthy. And here you are trying to kill me because I got fed up with your incompetence." A chuckle escaped Mr. Cyrus's lips. "Did you really think you had what it takes to be a man and do what's necessary?" He shook his head slowly. "You're crippled by your own weaknesses and flaws. You never deserved my name or legacy. From thi
Ellis straightened his tie as he stood outside the doors leading into the boardroom of the Royale Company headquarters. Just a few months ago, he had been a fresh-faced college undergrad student starting an internship here. Now, he was being ushered in to be officially announced as the new CEO. He had passed the internship test set by the board members, and now they had no excuse to hinder him from the CEO seat. The door opened and Ellis stepped inside, greeted by the dozen board members seated around the large oval table. At the head sat Mr. Cyrus, the company's longtime CEO who was now preparing to step aside. Ellis took a deep breath as Mr. Cyrus stood up and gestured for him to come stand beside him."Good morning everyone," Mr. Cyrus's baritone voice rang out. "I've asked you all here today for a transition meeting. As you know, I'll be resigning officially from my position as CEO effective next month."A few murmurs went around the table. "I have given a lot of thought to my su
"Thank you all, truly, for that remarkably generous welcome," he began. "I have to admit, standing here about to embark on this new role is...honestly, it's surreal. Just a little over a year ago, I was just a student with opportunities, then fielding coffee orders at the management department as the wide-eyed intern trying to absorb everything I possibly could during my time at Royale."A few chuckles went through the crowd. Ellis smiled wryly."I can still vividly remember the first meeting I sat in on, listening to the brilliant leadership team analyze markets, pour over data points, and debate strategies. I found the whole process equal parts invigorating and overwhelming as a newcomer. Little did I know that just a few months later, I'd be the one responsible for steering those incredibly complex decisions. I had expected my internship to go on for a longer time, but my dedication worked to my advantage, and here I am."Ellis paused for a moment, seeming to collect his thoughts b
The next day, Ellis arrived at Royale headquarters feeling crisp and energized despite the late night of celebrations. This was his first official day fully in the captain's chair, and he had no intentions of easing himself in gradually. His first order of business was calling an all-hands meeting in the company's largest auditorium. When he took the stage before the assembled crowd of hundreds of employees, he outlined his initial core objectives with the poise and confidence of a seasoned veteran:"My initial priorities are accelerating our global expansion, strengthening our commitments to sustainability and corporate citizenship, and creating a culture of grassroots innovation where every single one of you feels empowered to contribute your ideas on the future of the Royale Company" he told them. I want to be a CEO that all of you feel you can approach directly with your thoughts and perspectives. An open line of communication between us is vital to unlocking our fullest potential