"Why are you standing doing nothing?" The man questioned with a frown on his face. "Do you think this is like the regular works you usually do? It is not! This is the most sensitive work of your lives. Now go back and act like it." He ordered "Yes sir." The men shouted as they rushed to pick up blocks and heavy wood. It was crazy work they were doing and there was no time for laziness or idleness.The men folded their shirts to enable them carry the equipments well, revealing a tattoo of a Bear on their foreman.The three men looked at one another and gave a small nod with a smirk on their faces as they moved and joined the rest of the workers.***"Hello big brother. Good to see you." Denera greeted as she walked into her brother's office. She was clad in a dove-gray pantsuit tailored to perfection. A crisp white blouse with a delicate ruffled collar peeked from beneath the jacket. Black stiletto heels clicked confidently on the pavement, while a rose gold watch and pearl stud earr
"I'll be on my way then." With that she walked about. As soon as she walked out, Jason pulled open the lower drawer of the table, revealing the device that was used to collect the video from Alex.***It was quite a busy day at Majestic Skies Building. The commencement of the Monument Project had all the departments and factions working double to try and maintain their reputation and make sure everything went as planned.Paul entered the building with a file in his hand. Walking with haste, he suddenly halts his footsteps as he sights Rachel from afar at the end of a corner.A gentle smile creeps up his face as he adjusts his shirt and makes to approach her.He suddenly halts again as he looks well and saw her talking to another man. Paul stood at a corner, shielding him from Rachel's line of sight, but he was able to see both of them clearly from his standpoint. He noticed the tailored charcoal gray suit the other guy wore and how it fit him perfectly, hinting at the precision of
Chaos erupted. The once orderly construction site was now a scene of pandemonium, and amidst the turmoil, the infiltrators slipped away, their mission of mayhem accomplished. Steve's heart pounded as he raced down the stairs, his mind racing with the realization that this was no accident. Someone had targeted their project, and the game of cat and mouse had only just begun.***Sandra's room, usually a sanctuary of calm with its soft lighting and artfully arranged decor, felt stifling tonight. The walls seemed to close in on her as she paced back and forth, her footsteps muffled by the plush rug beneath her feet. Her mind raced, replaying the disturbing event she had witnessed the previous day—a sight that had sent a chill down her spine and left her heart pounding—Jason with Ethan."Why him?" she muttered to herself, running a hand through her tousled hair. "Of all people, why did he have to befriend Ethan?" She hated feeling this way. She stopped in front of the large window, the
"Hahaha, now that's more like it." Gerald said to himself, the evil smile still on his face as he poured a glass of wine that was sitting on the table beside him. "Let's see how it goes shall we?" He said as he drank the wine. His evil smile ever increasing.***Ethan sat in his office, focused on the work he was doing on his laptop. The flat screen TV was switched on with music playing from it but Ethan had other things to do that watch music videos."Good afternoon everyone. We've interrupted your show to bring you this urgent and emergency news that just came in right now." The female newscaster began.Ethan remained unbothered. For the most part he didn't even pay attention to what the newscaster was saying. His undivided attention was still on the work in his front."We've just received very disturbing news that series of accidents have happened at the construction site of the Monument Project. The Monument Project commenced yesterday, with Ethan Anderson as the chief head and Sa
"Understandable." Paul let out a small chuckle. "I guard my energy well" He said."So why me?" Rachel asked Paul took a few seconds to answer, stretched out his hand across the table and held Rachel's hand in his as he said, "Cos you resonate perfectly with my energy."***As Paul and Rachel's date continued, Ethan was still in his office, trying to make sense of the day's sad event.Rachel had volunteered to stay back late and help with the mess but he told her to go and have fun on her date. Paul had already told him before hand about it.The office that was once bustling with the day's activities, now sits in an eerie silence, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city below.Moonlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a silvery glow over the expansive space. The sleek, modern furniture takes on a ghostly sheen, and the glass walls reflect the scattered papers and clutter that tell the story of a frenetic day. The grand mahogany desk, a symbol of power and
Ethan heaved a sigh as he rested his back on the chair. The memory of Jason coming at him about his secret the previous day came to the forefront of his mind. "Could they be related? The threat and the attack." Ethan wondered in his mind. As Ethan contemplated on what to do next, A subtle transition happened between Ethan the Trillionare and Ethan the Street boy. "If the Houses want to play dirty, then let's play dirty." He concluded in his mind.***Back at the Signature Restaurant, Paul and Rachel's date was still on. "Honestly I think I might have misjudged you the very first day I saw you." Rachel said."Oh really?" Paul asked with a smile. "And what was your initial impression about me?" He asked further."Well I thought you were one of those guys who was too strict and too rigid to have a life outside work." Rachel confessed "No way." Paul said as they both shared a quick laugh."And now?" He asked as the laughter died down."I'm happy to say my initial impression about you w
"You were the one that told me to stay put and not rush things, so as not to give our house a bad name or appear classless. And so I listened, I stayed put." Denera defended."I had to be sure." Jason countered."Well are you sure now?" Denera asked crossing her hands across her chest. Her face was squeezed into a frown"You can't blame me for thinking you were behind the attack, can you?" Jason asked seeing the frown on his sister's face."Yes I can, and I do blame you." Denera said. "Shows how little you think of me." "Since it's not us, and I doubt if your husband has the stomach to go to that extent, that leaves Gerald." Jason analysed."Maybe, I don't know." Denera shrugged her shoulders. "Anyways, since it's not us, it doesn't matter who it is." Jason said as he stood to his feet and walked over to his sister. "Be good." He said as he pecked her head and headed out.As Jason was out of the door, an evil grin came out on Denera's face. She picked up her phone and dialed a numbe
"I know honey, never had a moment's doubt." She said with a smile as she kissed her husband gently on the lips."Let me leave you to get back to work." With that she walked out of the study room, her evil grin back on her face.***In the Anderson Mansion, tucked away behind a wall of glass and steel, lay the gym. A testament to luxury and functionality, the space was a perfect blend of cutting-edge technology and refined elegance. Polished marble floors met mirrored walls, creating an illusion of infinite space. State-of-the-art equipment lined one side, each piece meticulously chosen for peak performance and aesthetic appeal.The air was cool and crisp, conditioned to the perfect temperature for a rigorous workout. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the room in a gentle glow, contrasting with the vibrant energy pulsating within. At the center of this opulent arena stood the focal point: a professional-grade boxing ring, its ropes taut and pristine, the canvas beneath a muted shade of b