"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
Reaching into the pocket of his torn jeans, he brought out his phone and dialed a number."Hello who is this?" Ethan's voice came from the other hand of the phone."Hello Ethan, did you miss me?" Jackson asked with a wide grin on his face."You." Ethan said on the phone, his voice filled with anger and disdain."Yes, me." Jackson replied with a smirk."What do you want?" Ethan asked, the quicker he knew why he was calling, the quicker he could end the call."I believe I've made that obvious already, Ethan." Jackson answered, pacing around the walkway."And I already told you that you should forget it." Ethan replied."Let me stop you right there Ethan, It seems you've forgotten that I hold all the cards here." Jackson pointed out.Ethan scoffed over the phone. "You gain nothing if I go down" He said.Jackson knew he was right. His gain laid in Ethan remaining in his position, anything that would make him crumble would be detrimental to his goal."Either you do what I want or I reduce
"Come in." He said, his head bowed on the table in front of him.The door opened and a clicking sounds of a heel was heard."Hello Ethan, it's been a while." A soft female said making Ethan raise up his head swiftly."Denera?" He called out, his face filled with shock."In the flesh." She smiled as she entered the room fully with a confident stride, her presence immediately commanding attention. Dressed in a form-fitting, tailored dress that highlighted her striking features, she was the epitome of elegance and allure. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto his with a smile that promised more than just pleasantries."I would have called ahead but I was in the neighborhood and decided to branch and say hi." she said, her voice smooth as silk. She walked over to his desk, each step deliberate, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.He rose to greet her, extending a hand. "Of course, always a pleasure. Please, have a seat."She accepted his handshake, lingering ju
A few seconds of silence followed them as they both stared into each other's eyes. Their mouths were not moving but their eyes did the talking."I had an amazing time last night." Rachel said her cheeks getting flustered."I'm glad you did." Paul replied with a wide smile, raising his hand to gently stroke her cheek. "We should do that again soon." He added.As the lovers stared into each other's eyes, completely lost in each other's presence, at a far corner, Mr. McDave stood well hidden as he observed the two lovebirds.***Gerald sat beside Denera in the living room of his mansion. "Where are they? I can't be gone for too long." Denera asked, getting impatient."Relax, they'll soon be here." Gerald assured as he sipped the alcohol that was in the cup placed beside him.The soft ding of the door announced the arrival of his guests. The doors slid open with a hushed whisper, revealing two figures cloaked in shadow. Their faces were obscured by intricate masks, the silver and black
On the screen, frozen in grainy detail, was the incriminating video that had landed in his possession a couple of days ago. It showed Ethan and Jackson—it was the video Alex had recorded.The weight of the evidence pressed down on him, the magnitude of its potential impact clear. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and leaned forward, replaying the video for what felt like the hundredth time. Every frame reinforced the power he held in his hands, but also the danger.A knock on the door broke his concentration. He quickly minimized the video and composed himself. "Come in," he called, his voice steady.The door opened, revealing his assistant, her expression concerned. "Is everything alright, sir? You’ve been in here for hours."He offered a reassuring smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Just working through some things. Thanks, but I’m fine."She nodded, hesitating for a moment before closing the door softly behind her. He was alone again, the weight of his thoughts set
"We're in this together. Let's make sure everyone knows it."They left her office side by side, their footsteps echoing down the corridor, as they made their way to the project site. ***The night was draped in an inky darkness as the sleek black SUV sped down the deserted highway, its headlights cutting through the gloom. Paul gripping the wheel with white-knuckled intensity.Ethan and Sandra sat at the back, their eyes were fixed ahead, a mixture of determination and anxiety etched on both their face.The message had come through encrypted channels just minutes ago: another attack was imminent at the project site. They had no time to waste.“We’re almost there,” he said, his voice tense. “Are you sure about this intel?”She nodded, her jaw set. “It came from one of our most trusted sources. We can’t take any chances.”They pulled up to the project site, the massive construction area eerily quiet under the cold moonlight. Armed security guards patrolled the perimeter, their movemen
As they drove back to the office, the weight of the night’s events pressed on them, but there was also a newfound resolve.“We’ll get through this,” she said quietly, breaking the silence. “We have to.”He glanced over at her, his expression softening. “We will. Together.”***Getting back into his office, Ethan quickly settled in and dives back into the myriad of things in front of him. The only sounds were the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the leather chair as he shifted his weight.He leaned back, closing his eyes briefly, the weight of the recent events pressing heavily on his mind. The project assigned to him was of monumental importance—a game-changer for the company and for his House. He had chosen his partner although based on a quid pro quo, but she was now someone he trusted implicitly. But the series of challenges and attacks on the project site had thrown everything into chaos.“Why now?” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his h