Brymid was truly a really huge company. The exterior was breathtaking. Rumours had it that the building took 2 years to build on a budget of $22.9 Billion. Mr. Brad sat in his office signing some paperwork. Today was a busy day for him. He had many contracts signed with different allocations, organisations and companies all over the world. He was a truly busy man who had no time for his family. Mr. Brad was also expecting his girls to come to the hospital today. He had been trying to get them into some good positions in the company and this was hard becaue his girls did not meet any of the requirements of working as Nurses. Their college certificates were as poor as their manners. Suddnely, his phone rang. It was his boss, Mr. Fred. He quickly picked up the phone after clearing his throat. “Hello, Mr. Fred, it is good to see your call. I am pretty sure you must have some good news to share!” he chuckled. Fred simply smiled from his end. Brad always made him smile when they h
Brad nodded, a bit surprised by Nathan's hands-on approach but understanding the necessity. "Of course, Mr. Reed. I'll make sure everyone is directed to your office." As Brad left, Nathan took a moment to absorb the atmosphere. The room was filled with his father's presence, from the meticulously organized shelves to the large, framed photos of family and important business milestones. Nathan felt a surge of responsibility and determination. This was his legacy now, and he intended to honor it. He only truly wished he had known his father. He longed for a man to call a father. Papa Sam would have filled that role, but he was now in the heavens. Elon and Fred were the only men whom Nathan could confidently open up to. But again, they were both busy men and spent most of their time working. He began reviewing the documents, losing himself in the details of the company's operations and upcoming projects. Time passed quickly, and soon the intercom buzzed. "Mr. Reed, your first appoin
Brad's eldest daughters, Rose and Amber walked into the CEO’s office looking stunned. They both wore sexually provocative dresses that showed some private part of their bodies. This alone was a huge red flag to working in Brymid or any other professional company. They walked in causally, admiring the CEO’s office. They too wondered why the CEO asked to meet them directly. But they did not give it much thought. Perhaps their daddy had arranged for them to receive special care. Before Nathan could open his mouth to give them permission to sit, the two girls who were provocatively already chewing gum had grabbed the chairs and sat down. Nathan shook his head. This is what happens when a father gets too busy to instill moral values in his kids. They needed to be taught humility. “Were you asked to sit, ladies?” Nathan asked them coldly. Clearly, they still had not realized that this was the very guy they insulted earlier that morning. Quickly, they stood up and slightly appologi
It's been 2 days since Nathan made Amanda feel worthless. Well, he might not have done it intentionally, but he did it anyways. When she confronted Dave and his monstrous gang on the road unexpectedly, she had expected Nathan to have driven her to his home and she might have a chance to get to him and in extension, even lure him to sleep with her. She didn’t mind having a baby for one of the richest guys in the world. But Nathan sent a car to take her back home. He did not even show up himself. He was busy with that fucking April girl. Amanda began to hate April with every fiber of her existence. April was stealing away her man, the person she wanted. They were once friends, but not anymore. And they will never be friends again. Not because April might travel or they were soon graduating and so, they will never get to see each other again. No, that was far from it. The reason was simple. Amanda was going to kill April! “Hey, what are you doing? Ever since that car dropped yo
“Yes! Yes, sure.” Nathan was the first to speak. April nodded in agreement too. April felt a bit better knowing that Amanda was no longer interested in Nathan. She and her boyfriend were now on good terms. That was a relief for her. “Alright then, see you by 8.” Amanda smiled and walked away. Neil read the expression on her face. Being the psychologist he was, he could read Amanda’s face and while her lips said one thing, her eyes said another. “Well, that was weird. She is suddenly nice and inviting.” Marcus said. Nathan on the other hand just wanted to have a nice meal and a great time with his friends. He was a busy guy and having the time to sit with his peers was not always there. He was living a two faced life. “Well, it’s good they are finally back together, right,” he smiled and gulped down his drink. He might have discerned that Amanda was trying to be closer to April. But he really did not care. That was not his business now. Soon, lunch time was over. Ever
The party kept on going. The music was loud, so loud that no one cared about anything in the world but their own pleasure. Pleasure from drinking booze, pleasure from rocking girls and pleasure from having sex behind closed doors. Whenever Dave threw a party, everyone always returned home, feeling satisfied. When they returned to school the following day, it was all they talked about. April sat alone on a barstool scrolling through Instagram feed. She was not interested in having any conversation with anyone or in drinking. She just sat alone thinking about her life and laughing at funny reels. A hand tapped her. She turned around and it was Amanda. ‘Oh, crap!’ She murmured under her breath. Why was Amanda of all people here? Where did Nathan go? He would have saved the day. “Hi!” Amanda said gently. “Hi.” April replied. She couldn’t believe that her once close friend was now an enemy because of a guy. It was ridiculous. “Look, I know that you hate me and talking to me is
2 Weeks Later The room was dim and quiet. The only sound entering his ear was the beeping of the machines that lay almost next to his head. He looked up at the machine. It was an EKG monitor life machine. His vision was blurry. His head ached badly. As he tried to move his body, the pain increased. It was excruciating. But the pain was not the only thing holding him back from moving. There were pipes connected to his body, making it difficult for him to move freely. Wait, was he in a hospital? Was he confined to a hospital bed? He looked around and examined where he was. Indeed, he was confined to a hospital bed. There were white sheets covering him, an IV drip attached to his arm, and medical equipment surrounding the bed. He tried to piece together what had happened, but his mind was a foggy mess. Nothing was clear to him at this point. Just then, the door to his room opened, and a nurse walked in, checking his charts. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed he was awak
“She died the same night you were pushed from the balcony,” Dave continued, avoiding Nathan’s eyes. “The police found her body in the woods behind my house.” Nathan felt a cold chill run down his spine. Amanda was dead? He remembered the last time he saw her; they were at the party, and everything seemed fine. How did things go so wrong? Detective Carter stepped forward. “We believe her death is related to the incident that put you in the hospital. We're still piecing together what happened that night.” Nathan’s mind was spinning. Amanda was dead, like truly truly dead, and he had been pushed from a balcony. He struggled to remember any details from that night, but everything was a blur. This was crazy! "Do you have any suspects?" Nathan asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. The detective shook her head. "We're still investigating. Dave has been very cooperative, but so far, we haven't been able to identify the person responsible." Nathan looked at Dave. Despite the anim
But all of those were now wishes. All he could do now as weep and wonder what kind of life Donald would set for his sister. Donald owed him and he had just 20 hours left. A dramatic event was about to happen. Donald would be exposed and the Langfords would finally end him. Other men, women and children who once admired Nathan Reed weeped at Mr. Frost’s emotional speech. The announcment of the grande reveal of the Genesis Project came with an intoxication of excitement and sorrow. Overall, it was the perfect speech. People were glad to know that the Genesis project was complete. Though it has not been opened and inaugurated, thousands of people were already waiting in line to invest, rent, buy and do anything possible to be part of a new life, a new city. And Kamsi? Her eyes were swollen and red. She had cut her hair in agony. She found herself crying in her room for her brother with so much enthusiasm. She had been planning on killing him, on taking her revenge on him. But now, sh
The camera zoomed in on him. His face was stoic, unreadable, a man who held the power of a thousand empires in his gaze. “And as for Nathan Reed,” Mr. Frost said, a shadow crossing his face. “I will honor him. I will honor the man who gave us this chance, who built the foundation upon which we will all stand. His legacy is my responsibility now. His dream is my reality.” There was a brief pause before he added, almost in a whisper, “And no one will ever forget Nathan Reed. He may be gone, but his soul lives in The Genesis Project. He will return!” Dave and Anastasia watched from their end, having mixed feelings. It was emotional, but they hated the fact that though dead, Nathan somehow found his way to rise above them. Dave had always hated Nathan. Perhaps it was time to let the hate go. Or maybe not. From the Davenport end, no one said a word as they all sat in silence watching as Mr. Frost spoke. Anita was no longer part of the family. She had found her trajectory in life, a
“Breaking News!” The reporter had a smile on her face. Her grin was wide enough to cover the entire screen. “9 years ago, a young genius came up with the most astute, revolutionary idea the world has ever seen. The late Mr. Nathan Reed was the mastermind behind ‘The Genesis Project,’ the world’s largest and most ambitious urban development to date. He partnered with Elon Musk’s Empire, bringing the idea to life with the help of his brilliant mind and vision. But today, we stand at the dawn of a new era. The project that started as a dream is now a reality — a mega city, capable of housing millions, designed with state-of-the-art technology, sustainability, and innovation at its core. In an astonishing turn of events, the project has now been completed under the leadership of the mysterious Mr. Frost, who has taken over from Mr. Reed’s legacy. Sources say Mr. Frost, who inherited control of Elon Musk’s empire, has personally overseen the final stages of the Genesis Project. Whi
Then, he pointed to some images of some really big and influential business men and women along with top tier kids with the X mark on them with a marker paint? Or blood? It didn’t matter. The message was clear. “Listen, Kamsi, the world is a gameboard,” Donald said, his tone cold and deliberate. “And every single player is either an asset or a liability. Those marked here…” —he gestured to the images with red Xs— “were liabilities. People who stood in the way of progress. My progress. And now, they’re nothing. Pew… Vanished like thin air!” Kamsi’s eyes scanned the board. She recognized some faces—politicians, CEOs, heirs to fortunes. People who, at one point, seemed untouchable. Yet here they were, reduced to mere trophies on Donald’s twisted scoreboard. “So, this is your playbook?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and disdain. “You decide who lives and who dies?” Donald smiled, a dark and knowing expression. “Not quite. I don’t kill for sport, Kamsi. I kill
“Where are you going child?” Asked Donald. Kamsi paused and turned around. “I’m going to kill Alex,” She said flatly. “Since you are not going to do anything even though I’ve told you all the things he did to me. So, I am going to take matters into my own hands!” Donald smiled and scoffed. He got up from his office chair, walked to the front of his table and sat on it. “Tell me how exactly you plan to do that child! You’re gonna just show up to his face and put a bullet through his skull?” He asked. “Well, yes. That is exactly what I am doing. I don’t think you understand the things he did to me. Every night for years I cried my lungs out! You’re becoming too weak and…” “Shh…” Donald shushed her and walked towards her. Then, he placed her head on his chest. “Let it out kid. Let it out.” “Now… now my fucking brother is dead and I was not the one who killed him. I deserved to be the one to take his life, Donald!” Kamsi's voice cracked as she buried her face in his chest. Her
“Who the fuck are you?” cried the dude in pain as he managed to pick himself up and ran away. Emily, seeing that their attack and defense system was weak, began to back off. “Fuck you! You are fighting for this ugly, bitch. This is not new to her, stupid. Her boyfriend does worse every day. Good luck saving her from herself and from her boyfriend. You are a fool!” Emily then ran along with the rest of them. Those words rang in Mr. Frost’s ear over and over again, ‘Her boyfriend does worse everyday!’ That explained so much. So much. Her innocent smile, the bag beneath her eye, the hesitation in her voice, and the way she deflected kindness—it all made sense now. Mr. Frost clenched his fists, his sharp mind processing every detail with surgical precision. He turned to Clara, who was slumped on the ground, her arms shielding her face as though bracing for more blows. “Clara,” he said softly, his tone stripped of its usual calculation, replaced with genuine concern. “It’s over. Yo
Emily glared at her but said nothing, muttering under her breath as she stalked off. Clara watched her leave, then returned to him with a faint, embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry about that. She’s… well, she can be difficult.” “It’s not your fault,” he replied, sipping his water. “But I appreciate your intervention.”Clara hesitated, then leaned slightly closer, lowering her voice. “You know, I couldn’t help but notice how calmly you handled that. Most people would’ve made a scene.” He smirked faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “I’ve learned that making a scene rarely solves anything. Besides, it wasn’t worth the energy.” Clara nodded, studying him for a moment before straightening up. “Well, if you need anything else, just call for me.” Before she turned to leave, he stopped her. “Here, my card. If you want, I could fix you up to something tonight or anytime you are free. There are like just two of you left in this world and I feel compelled to compensate you! My na
He walked into the restaurant, blending seamlessly into the mundane hum of everyday life. His attire was plain—a worn jacket, a modest button-down shirt, and slacks that spoke of a man who had neither wealth nor prestige. It was all part of the act. He moved with an unassuming grace, each step measured, each movement calculated to ensure no one looked twice. Sliding into a seat near the window, he scanned the room. The clink of cutlery, the murmur of quiet conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air. It was a world that seemed to forget its troubles, even if just for a while. A young waiter approached, her notepad in hand. “Your order, sir?” she asked flatly, her tone betraying a routine she had repeated countless times that day and other days and probably all her life as a teenager. He looked up at her, a soft smile on his face, his eyes crinkling just enough to seem harmless. “Water,” he said simply. Her pen paused midair, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
“Mr. Donald, tell us, is it true?” “Are all the accusations true?” “Is it true that you orchestrated the death of Nathan Reed? That you put a bomb on his chopper?” “The public needs and answer, Mr. Aruthur!” Donald ignored all the questions, walking into the building facility like he was truly guillty, his face as stiff as the knot of his tie and the belt around his waist. He went straight into the reception area, his personal security walking besides and behind him, and then he demanded to see the CEO, Samuel Langford. Donald had so many reasons to point fingers at Samuel for the incident that happened to Nathan. He had every cause to believe that Samuel planned every detail so it would expose him to the world. After all, they were having an intense feud as he owed the Langfords over 100 Million Euros. “Sorry sir, you can not see Mr. Langford at the moment. He is occupied and is not accepting visitors that are not family members or important friends. And you would need