Jackson gets home and enters into his study. Loosening his tie, he slumps on the couch there and closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath.A soft knock on the door,interrupting his thoughts. Slade comes in and stands in a safe distance from Jackson because he is sure that Jackson is really stressed out and the news he bring will definitely rile him up."Slade what do you want?" Jackson asks quietly, not turning to look who it is because no one had the right to come into his study except him."Edwin died in prison sir. Intels says he was murdered. The police says he got into a fight and they killed him." Slade finishes and the only response he got from Jackson was a deep breath. 'The fucker who sent that letter actually killed him," he mutters to himself and Slade just stood there."I think Edwin knows the mastermind personally. So the mastermind decides to get Edwin out of his way..." Slade trails off as he notices the unsettling gaze of his boss on his body. Slade shifts uncomfortably
"I need someone dead," Isaac steps into his car and sits down, his heart thumping louder. The driver closes the door behind him and goes over to start the car."I'll send the pictures in a few minutes," he said over the phone and the other person was quiet for a few seconds."Who is this person you want dead?" The assassin from the other side of the phone asked. He knew for sure that it's not his right to know his target personally, but he couldn't help but ask. Isaac wiped his sweat hands on the seat of the car and took a deep silent breath. After noticing his hesitation from the other side of the phone, he continues, "I'm asking this because we are not going to try and kill any person in higher power. Remember what happened the last time. It cost me my best man's leg. My best!" The assassin says. It seemed to isaac that he was smoking because he heard a soft push of air. "I know I don't believe in anything luck or karma, but it was just destiny. If they hadn't been two, my best man
Jackson was standing in a large conference room, scanning the faces of the company's top managers. The air was filled with tension before the storm. He cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the room. “I found something… interesting.” Jackson began in a calm voice. “This is a file containing details of future investments in the company that his father was planning. It makes a big difference." Owen, wearing a sharp suit and even sharper eyes, remained stoic with an unreadable expression. Kenneth, his faithful butler, was fiddling with his cufflinks, excitement shining in his eyes. Father After the fatal fire broke out, Morgan's jaw clenched and anger boiled under his skin: "The files are in my father's penthouse just outside the city." Jackson carefully observed their reactions and continued his words: “Whoever finds this file will not only ensure the future of the company, but will also be given the highest authority within the company.” There was a lot of murmur in t
The morning sun cast a warm glow on the city as Miranda stood outside the tall building that housed Jackson's company. She clutched her purse tightly, her heart pounding with nerves and determination. Today was the day I met my ex-husband, Jackson, after all the pain I had gone through in the past. In his stylish office, Jackson sat at a mahogany desk, his face a mask of concentration. The phone rang and he answered briefly. “Call me.” “Boss, we searched the penthouse from top to bottom. “There is no trace of the file.” His first team reported with disappointment in their voices. Jackson called. He leaned back in his chair and a slight smile appeared on his lips. “They are very nice people.” He said coldly. “Keep looking. You have to be there." Little did he know that his trusted subordinates, Kenneth and Owen, had plans of their own. They believed Miranda's emotional connection to Jackson could be the key to locating the files. We prepared for Miranda's return. Later tha
Miranda, the owner of a successful company, was looking forward to landing a lucrative contract. However, to our disappointment, Jackson, the person in charge, suddenly terminated the contract. Miranda felt a constant sense of disappointment whenever she interacted with Jackson. Their conversation was boring and lifeless, and she despised him with every fiber of her being. But she knew that if Miranda was going to convince him and sign a contract with the company, she would have to remain polite. One day, Jackson received an invitation from his co-workers George and Ken to join them at a local bar. . Unknown to Jackson, Miranda decided to manipulate him and decided to follow him. She planned to disguise herself as one of the bar's strippers to get close to Jackson and gain her advantage. As the night progressed, Miranda took the opportunity to refill Jackson's drink. She carefully poured the substance into his glass so that he would not pay attention to its presence. Soon th
Jackson woke up with a severe headache as he tried to remember what happened last night. When he opened his eyes, he saw Miranda sleeping naked next to him. He felt shocked and angry at the same time. He couldn't believe he had slept with his ex-wife and at her house. “What on earth are you doing here?” Jackson asked Miranda in a voice filled with anger. Miranda woke up from her slumber and smiled as she looked at Jackson. “Good morning, husband. Have you forgotten what we did last night? - She said, trying to seduce him. Jackson was furious. -Don't call her husband. We got divorced, remember? -He said, trying to suppress his anger. Miranda laughed. - Oh, come on, Jackson. Don't be too nervous. You were drunk last night and we had a great time together. “Don’t say no,” she said, seducing him again. Jackson was disgusted. He couldn't believe that he had slept with his ex-wife Miranda, who was having an affair with his wife. best friend. He got out of bed and started to put o
Very early the next day, some guards cane to take Jackson out, leading him to a small room where he was handed back all his things. He quickly finished and was led out by some men towards the gate. On the way, he bumper into Pfficer Tim, whose face turned grim on seeing him. "Congratulations on being let out, Mr Walters. You sure made my job way easier." He mubled sarcastically and Cjad had to laugh. "That's what you get for being so fraudulent."He was so happy that the charges were finally cleared from his name. At the gate, Morgan joined him with a bow, and they got into a luxurious Lamborghini. "Where are we going, if I may ask?" Jackson wanted to see his mother and his little sister first. Her missed them so much. "Your mother is fine." Morgan mumbled, handing him an Ipad. It showed the CCTV footage of his mothers hospital ward. Their eyes had lighted up after listening to the news of him being acquitted. Jackson was finally able to relax as the car sped along. The marvel o
Jackson stood to a corner just as they arrived, he watched Xander throw a quick glance around before taking out a cigarette, Morgan squatting to light it for him.“Ahh, it feels so good.” He pulled in a deep breath, puffing out smoke like a dragon.“When are we ever going to leave this place?” Morgan made a face, glancing at Xander for an answer.Xander only looked to the sky. “Very soon, I can feel it already.”They sat down, taking turns to sniff from a white parchment, moaning in satisfaction.“Master, did you see the newcomer yesterday? He seemed to have been tortured.” Morgan spoke up with a chuckle, his voice airy and light.“That bastard thinks he’s above everyone here, going around claiming damn innocence! I wonder who isn’t innocent here?” Xander let out a short laughter. “I really hope he survives the hell that’s waiting for him.”Jackson gritted his teeth right where he was. “How about you both mind your businesses and shut the hell up?” He couldn’t stand these two any long