"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
But which one? Alex pondered. This was another obstacle he had to cross in actualizing his vendetta against Ethan. He had to carefully pick a suitable house that would share his hatred for Ethan and partner with.***The storm arrived with a vengeance, tearing through the quiet night like a feral beast. A loud crack of thunder shattered the silence, reverberating through the walls of the Master Bedroom.Ethan's eyes shot wide up as the sound of the thunder travelled fiercely with so much strength. He had just another another nightmare. It's been the same recurring dream for the past few days.The nightmare was short and simple, yet so terrifying. Ethan was back at the alley, smashing the boy's head into the wall. Ethan would turn back and see the young boy, standing, looking at him with blood rushing down from his head to the rest of his body.The young boy would shout "You killed me" and with that, Ethan would jump out of the nightmare, back into reality.The storm wasn't helping
"It's me brother." Denera answered from behind the door.Jason heaved a sigh, placing the remote on the table in front of him.The duo outside interpreted the silence as a consent to enter.Pushing the door open, Denera stepped into the office and locked the door behind her. She was draped in an elegant, figure-hugging emerald silk dress that shimmered with every movement. The dress, cut just above the knee, featured a plunging neckline and delicate gold embroidery along the hem. Paired with strappy stilettos and understated diamond earrings, her outfit exuded a perfect blend of sophistication and allure. The Lockwood siblings were all about the Elite lifestyle.She walked over to her brother and sat on one of the chairs across the table."That's new." Jason began as she settled into her chair."Whatever do you mean brother?" Denera asked, feigning ignorance to what her brother was insinuating."You'd always go over there and seat on the cushions" Jason answered, pointing to one of
"I have something I need to show you." Alex answered."What is it?" The distorted voice questioned."I'm sorry it's not something that can be discussed through the phone.""Very well, I'll send you a location. Be there in the next 30 minutes. You know better than to double cross us." The voice warned, it's voice so scary Alex's throat dried up."I'll be there. Thank you." Alex said and dropped the call.Immediately the call dropped, the phone made a notification sound and Alex clicked it, revealing it to be the location.Without wasting time, Alex rushed out of the slum, heading for the meetup destination. Since he had no means of transportation, he had to beg his legs to carry him as fast as they could.***It was a chill day at Majestic Skies Building. The halls were not that crowdy as few people walked to and fro in the halls. A soft classical music played from the speakers, coupled with the strong air conditioner, further giving the atmosphere a chill vibe.Rachel sat at her desk,
"Is history about to repeat itself?" He secretly hoped that would not be the case. "Is everything alright sir?" The driver asked, looking at the Old Man through the rear view mirror."Everything is fine. Concentrate on the road." The Old Man answered. He turned his face and gazed through the window, his mind drifting away with different thoughts.***Ethan appeared from the staircase with a file bag in his hand, greeted by the laughter of Paul and Rachel who were oblivious to their boss's arrival."Care to let me in on the joke?" Ethan asked as he got closer to them, making the duo lose composure."Nothing boss, just regular work stuff." Paul came to the rescue."Regular work stuff huh?" Ethan asked with an eyebrow raised."Anyways, give this to the finance team and tell them to tailor the budget to fit the readjustment that I've made." Ethan said, pointing the file bag in his hand to Rachel. "At once sir." Rachel said, standing up immediately and collecting the file bag from her bo
"You're late." The distorted voice echoed from one of the SUVs, sending a huge wave of fear down Alex's body, so much so he began to shake a little bit."I...I know... I'm sor...sorry." Alex stammered. "I had to get here by foot." He added in his defense.The door of the SUVs and 4 men in total came out, all dressed in complete black mercenary clothes, with their faces covered, save for their eyes."You know how precious we take our time." One of the men stepped forward and spoke. His voice distorted due to the mic attached to his throat."I apologize, what I have to show you will make it worth your time, I promise." Alex said, reaching his hand into his pocket.The sudden movement, made the men bring out their guns and cocked it pointing at Alex."Hey hey it's just my phone, it's just my phone." Alex shouted in fear, his two hands in the air"Slowly." The man in front commanded, their guns still aimed at Alex."Okay...okay." Alex obeyed and slowly dipped his hand into his pocket and
He had to think of something, and he had to think fast!Time was running out and he knew the longer he delayed the more difficult it would be to succeed.***Gerald gym is a sleek blend of luxury and cutting-edge technology. Floor-to-ceiling windows flood the space with natural light, offering panoramic views of the city skyline. The walls are adorned with motivational art and mirrors that create an illusion of infinite space.State-of-the-art equipment, from smart treadmills to high-tech resistance machines, is arranged in meticulous rows, each piece polished to perfection. In one corner, a custom-designed Pilates reformer and a set of handcrafted wooden kettlebells await, blending functionality with elegance.A spacious yoga area, complete with plush mats and ambient lighting, invites moments of calm and flexibility training. Nearby, a juice bar stocked with fresh, organic refreshments provides the perfect post-workout boost. The gym exudes an atmosphere of determination and dis