Robert and Newton stood on the bustling street corner, waiting for a taxi to arrive. Robert checked his watch and sighed impatiently."I can't believe how long it's taking for a taxi to show up," Robert grumbled.For some reason, Robert did not stop the cabs that had been passing by, it was clear he wanted to board the same taxi with Newton, so he could follow him around.Newton looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Listen, Robert, I appreciate your company, but I don't want you to come with me when I head back to my boss's house"Robert's face fell. "What? Why not?""Please don't say it's because of your gigs at the site. I have made up my mind to come with you today" Robert pressed"It's just that I have some work to do when I get home, and I need to be able to focus," Newton said, avoiding eye contact.Robert narrowed his eyes. "That's not the real reason, is it?"Newton hesitated for a moment before answering. "To be honest, Robert, I find your constant questioning and skepticism t
Newton sat at the head of the conference table in a dimly lit room. His mob leaders sat around him, their expressions serious and expectant. "Gentlemen," Newton began in a deep, commanding voice, "we will have our hands full." The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him. Newton continued. "You remember the meeting we had three days ago, where I said I will make my findings on the person who was responsible for Mr. Alfred's death? Remember I suspected the Bagwells?" The men took off their hats, their expressions grave, "You did mention it, Boss" Newton slowly nodded "Yes. Well, it was the Bagwells. It turns out that their Boss carried out the act himself"A murmur of discontent rippled through the room. Newton raised a hand to silence them. "We cannot allow him to do as he pleases," he said firmly. "Our reputation and pride are at stake here. We need to take swift and decisive action to make sure they pay for the crime against us. Even if they are the Bagwells" The mob leader
Some hours later, Newton stood outside Mrs. Sergey's door, dressed in his plain, brandless white shirt and black pants, he also had a white face cap on. He had come to pay a visit to the woman, who lived with her children in the small apartment in the heart of the city. But as he knocked on the door, he sensed that something was wrong.No one answered the door, which was strange as he was sure there was someone inside the house. Newton knocked again, a bit harder this time, but still, there was no response.He could hear movement inside the apartment, so he decided to try the doorknob. To his surprise, it was unlocked. Newton pushed the door open slowly and peeked inside.The apartment was quiet, and the curtains were drawn, casting the room in dim light. Newton saw Mrs. Sergey sitting in her armchair by the window, her back turned to him. She was staring out at the city skyline.Newton walked towards her, clearing his throat to announce his presence. "Mrs. Sergey, it's me, Newton. I'
Professor Aaronson strode confidently to the front of the lecture hall, the rustle of his coat echoed through the room as he cleared his throat. The students quieted down, their eyes fixed eagerly on the man who commands their attention."Good morning, everyone," he began, his voice ringing out with authority. "Today, we're going to delve into the intricacies of quantum mechanics, one of the most fascinating fields of study in the world."He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. Then, with a sly grin, he adds, "Or at least, I think it's fascinating. You all might find it a bit...quantum-y."The class chuckled, but there was a hint of nervousness in their laughter. Professor Aaronson was known for being a tough but fair teacher, and his expectations were high."Now, let's get started. Who can tell me what the Heisenberg uncertainty principle is?"A few hands tentatively went up, and the professor nodded encouragingly to a young woman in the middle row, Emily."It's the idea t
Newton lay eyes wide open on his bed, the lights from the colorful chandeliers which hung from the ceilings, sending him into a trance. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He glanced sideways, raised the phone to his eyes, and saw a message from Mr. Gregory. He nonchalantly opened the message, it read; "I've had to use a bit of forceful persuasion to intercept this information, so, please Sir, you should do exactly as the next information says, because we as the members of this great family are still not comfortable with the fact that our Boss will go into the Beanies's net, all by himself. I would like to also use this time to suggest you please change your mind Sir, and let another good Angel do the job" Newton let the phone drop from his hands and pressed his hands against his face. He thought about the task, it was only a wedding ceremony, he had done far more dangerous missions than going to a wedding ceremony. "What's the worse that could happen? They'll not give me drinks is the wor
Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pockets. He peeked at the message on the phone, it was from Grinch.He opened it, and it read. "Mr. Creswell is seating directly opposite you. I don't know who the other two are, but that man with the white beard is Creswell"Newton hurriedly slipped the phone back into his pocket. He smiled warmly at the men seated around his table, before sipping from his cup of champagne. "Mr. Patrick, I have a few things I would like us to discuss later" The man opposite Newton called out. Newton raised his gaze to the man. "Mr. Creswell, I'm glad you mentioned it. We do have things to discuss" he smiled warmly at the man before keeping his gaze down at the drink."Who is the young lad that is getting married?" One of the men at the table asked."He is the Beanies' Boss's Son, Arturo"Mr. Cresswell clapped softly. "I'm happy that young lad, Arturo, has the heart to even love someone. Hopefully, Rhoda would help tame that beast in him" "...A beast is what that
"Mr. Gregory, you have a big catch there with you, don't let him off the hook. I'll be there tomorrow" Newton instructed Mr. Gregory and carefully placed his cell phone on the table in front of him. "In just a few hours, we have uncovered a few years of carefully guarded secrets. Kudos to you, Grinch. Now we know the faces behind their mob."Grinch nodded slowly and picked up the TV remote. "What have you discovered about Mr. Creswell?" He asked, his attention fixed on the large screen on the wall. "I sense pure evil just by looking at that man"Newton grinned. "When did you start watching TV, Grinch? I don't know you as someone who has time for frivolities like watching movies"Grinch shifted his gaze to Newton, he spoke with a serious expression on his face, "Throughout that event, I was on edge. I suspected everyone who looked towards your table because I thought we would be busted for sure. How could they not know you were not the real deal? I need good TV right now, to relax"
"Oh, man, this is good," he said, his mouth full. "You've got to try it, Boss."Newton chuckled, shaking his head. "The food has made you forget why we came here in the first place," he whisperedThe meatloaf was tender and flavorful, smothered in a rich gravy that tasted like it had been simmering for hours. The mashed potatoes were creamy and buttery, the perfect accompaniment to the meat.As they ate, they listened to the lively chatter of the other diners around them. Couples held hands, families laughed, and the occasional solo diner enjoyed a quiet meal, lost in thought.For a moment, Newton and Grinch forgot about the mission they had in mind and just enjoyed the simple pleasure of good food."This is just what I needed," Grinch said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Sometimes it's nice to take a break from all the chaos and just... exist."Newton nodded, his expression softening. "I know what you mean. It's easy to get caught up in the work and forget that there's a whole worl