Most of them had their initial doubts about Ethan's capabilities but seeing him evolve was soothing and exciting to witness."Another thing we would like to address today?" Ethan asked."I believe that would be all sir." "Very well then. I'll get the review back to you once I'm done with it." Ethan said to Mr. McDave as he stood up and headed for the door..***"You did well boss." Rachael commended walking halfway to meet Ethan who was coming downstairs."How did you..." Ethan wanted to ask. "You listened to the whole thing didn't you?" He suddenly realized."I believe that's what the camera and audio are for sir." Rachel defended with a gentle smile."You never seize to amaze Rachel." He shook his head as they both descended down the stairs."I believe that was the only thing on my plate for today right?" Ethan asked, reaching the bottom of the stairs."Yes sir.""Alright then, I'll be heading back home. Keep up the good work." "Alright thank you sir."***Stepping outside the bui
"Hello Ethan" a very deep voice from the shadows greeted."Jackson." Ethan called, his hands placed beside him with his feet a few inches apart. He had a ready-for-battle stance.As Ethan called the person's name, a very built man with average height came out of the shadows. The man had on a very fitted shirt that brought out his huge biceps and ripped body. He had different scars that were visible on the parts of his body that the cloth was unable to cover. "Can't say you're a sight for sore eyes" Jackson blurted out. Standing in the same stance as Ethan.It was almost as if they were in a stand off."I can see you got my little love letter to you." He continued."You're a sick man, you've always been sick since I've known you." Ethan fired back, squeezing the letter and throwing it back to Jackson."Ouch" Jackson said as the ruffled piece of paper hit him on the chest. "No need to beat around the bush then, Ethan. Let's go straight to what I want." Jackson beamed an evil smile at
"No fucking way." Alex said in a whisper. He had listened to the whole argument between Ethan and Jackson. ***The warehouse that Ethan and Jackson met was not far from the slum Alex lived in. They were both at the outskirts of the city..Alex had remained in a troubled state all day, occupied in deep thoughts on how he could get back at Ethan, until he heard the revving of a car.He peeped out and saw at a distance a black Range Rover pulling up across the abandoned warehouse house that was a bit close to him.Overtaken by curiosity, Alex stretched his neck to see who would come out of the vehicle. It wasn't everyday that someone came to these parts of town anyways."No it can't be." Alex had said to himself as he saw Ethan come out of the car. "Ethan?" He called out to himself in disbelief. He couldn't believe the person his eyes were staring at. "What was he doing here?" Alex thought in his mind. Seeing as fate had made his revenge a little easier for him, without wasting time,
A great mansion stood behind a gentle hill, at the West end of the city. Its silhouette an elegant harmony of stone and ivy, a testament to generations of wisdom and learning. As one approached, the ornate iron gates whispered tales of the many scholars who had crossed this threshold, eager to unravel the secrets within. The symbol of a Quill and An Ink was boldly engraved on the iron gates that led into the estate. The Symbol of House Rhodes - A symbolization of what they stood for.The gravel path leading up to the grand entrance crunched underfoot like the soft rustle of pages, setting the tone for what awaited inside.Upon entering, the scent of aged paper and polished oak enveloped the atmosphere, an olfactory embrace that hinted at the treasures contained within. The foyer, illuminated by a grand chandelier, was flanked by mahogany bookshelves stretching up towards the vaulted ceiling. Each shelf bore the weight of centuries, laden with tomes that ranged from leather-bound cl
"If the stars won't allign, I'll allign them myself." She said to herself as she got up from the bed. She was his partner after all. ***Outside the city, in a neighbouring town, a black jeep with tinted glass pulled up to a slum. The glass of the back door was rolled down revealing the Old Man with a hat on his head. "We're here sir." The driver announced, turning off the ignition of the car."Very Good." The Old Man said. His eyes scanning and observing the slum in front of him.He had spent too much time in affluence that he had almost forgotten there was another side of life. A side that was the complete opposite of what he and the other elites enjoined.Children in tattered and faded clothes ran all over the open space, with so much joy oozing from them. Despite their social status, they had a genuine happiness and love that most elite could not even boast of. The irony of life. The elite we're blessed with wealth and affluence but most lacked genuine happiness and peace, whi
"It's Jason Lockwood sir." Rachel answered with a straight face."Jason Lockwood?" Ethan repeated the name with surprise. "Send him in." He added."At once sir." Rachel answered and left the office.As soon as she left, Ethan turned back to the laptop in front of him and typed in "Jason Lockwood." Under a second, there was already a list of articles and blogs showing up as the result of the internet search.Ethan had barely begun reading up on him before the door opened once again."He's here." Rachel announced as she ushered in a fine young man, dressed in an impeccable suit that clung to his tall frame with an almost sculptural precision. His bespoke charcoal grey suit was crafted from the finest Italian wool, exuding a subtle sheen under the soft lighting. The jacket, perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders and slim waist, featured sharp, peak lapels that added a touch of boldness to his ensemble. Each button, custom-made from polished onyx, glinted discreetly as he moved.The c
"Hello Ethan, why have you been avoiding me?" Sandra asked, placing one of her hands on her hips."What are you doing here Sandra?" Ethan, the surprised look still remained plastered on his face. Was she spying on him? Ethan thought in his mind."Well let me see" Sandra began by moving around a bit. "I've called you multiple times without you returning my calls, left you a couple of messages but you refused to reply and so here I am in the flesh to see you.""What for?" Ethan asked, standing up and taking a step towards her."To see you obviously." Sandra stated, staring into his deep blue eyes.Ethan stared right back at her, refusing to be the one to break contact first. They stood just a few inches away from each other. His eyes looking down and travelling from her left eye to her right and back again, as did hers."Concerning the project. I'm your partner you can't just ghost me like I don't matter in this." Sandra cleared her throat, breaking the eye contact she held with Ethan,
"Very well then. No more messing around." Ethan said, driving away the silence that took over.***"Come in" the built man said as he ushered the Old Man and his driver into his hut.Inside the man's hut, the dim light filtering through gaps in the haphazardly arranged walls creates a warm, flickering ambiance. The walls, constructed from mismatched pieces of corrugated metal and worn wooden planks, are adorned with colorful scraps of fabric, giving the space a patchwork quilt-like appearance. Each piece tells a silent story of resilience and resourcefulness that had since their little civilization through thick and thin on the rough streets of life.In one corner, a small, handmade altar stands, crafted from an old wooden crate. Upon it rest simple offerings: a few fresh flowers, a small bowl of rice, and a flickering candle, all tokens of reverence to the spirits and ancestors. Above the altar, a faded photograph of a revered elder watches over the room, their wise eyes a silent