As Dexter hurried to his car, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead, he stopped in his tracks as he spotted Richard and Jack in the parking lot. "Richard, please come here," Dexter called out, reminding him of the urgent task he had assigned earlier. He quickly briefed Richard on where he was headed before turning to greet Jack, who snubbed him and walked towards the entrance of the office without a word.
Shaking his head at Jack's dismissive attitude, Dexter entered his car and started the engine, driving off with a sense of urgency.
Jack hurriedly excused himself from the office, Richard nodded and handed him his car keys without suspecting anything. Jack quickly made his way outside, with Richard following him from a distance, trying to remain inconspicuous.
Dexter's heart pounded in his chest as he sat in his car, the weight of the mystery man's words hanging heavily in the air. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease as he tried to piece together the puzzle of who this enigmatic figure might be. Suddenly, the shrill ring of the burner phone shattered the silence, jolting Dexter back to the present. With a deep breath, he answered the call, the mystery man's voice cutting through the line, instructing him to come inside.Dexter's grip tightened on the phone as he ended the call, his mind racing with fear. He stepped out of his car, his movements deliberate and cautious as he made his way towards the flat door. The house was eerily quiet, adding to the sense of foreboding that hung in the air.As he approached the entrance, Dexter's senses were on high alert, every sound amplified in the
Dexter walked into the chief's office, still reeling from the events of the previous day. He had just finished giving his statement to the police concerning the accident of Thompson he witnessed, and now he needed to speak with the chief.As he entered the office, Dexter was surprised to see a man he didn't recognize sitting behind the desk. "Excuse me, sir," Dexter said tentatively, "I'm here to see the chief of police."The man behind the desk looked up and smiled. "That's me," he said. "I'm Chief Johnson. How can I help you?"Dexter's confusion was evident as he tried to process the information. "Chief Johnson? I'm sorry, but I don't think I've seen you in the office before. Are you new here?"The chief chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "No, I've been here for a few months now, I was transferred six months ago. But I understand your confusion. I've not really been in the office since my operation as I was hospitalized. And who might you be sir?”Dexter nodded, still trying to
James stood up from the chairman's seat, his expression was a mix of anger and forced smiles as Dexter approached. The tension in the room was palpable as Dexter exchanged greetings, his face set with determination.Dexter wasted no time getting down to business. "Why do you want to bring back the F-X plan?" he questioned the executives, his voice firm and unwavering. "Lives were lost because of this plan."Before anyone could respond, James, Dexter's uncle, interrupted with a stern tone. "Dexter, you should not involve the past in the present. We are here to discuss the future of the company, not dwell on what has already happened."Dexter's jaw clenched, but he maintained his composure. "The past is relevant when it comes to making decisions that could impact lives," he retorted, his voice tinged with frustration.The executives shifted uncomfortably in their seats, exchanging nervous glances. The room was filled with an uneasy silence as the weight of Dexter's words hung in the air
As they entered Dexter's office, Dexter swiftly joined the two recordings on a flash drive and handed it to Richard. "I need you to give this to the chief of police," Dexter said with a serious tone.Confused, Richard asked, "But why? The police closed the case, didn't they?"Dexter hesitated before responding, "There's been a development. I just found out today that someone has been impersonating the chief of police. It's imperative that the real chief sees this."Richard's eyes widened in shock as he processed the information. "Wait, so you're saying all the information we've been giving has been going to the wrong person?" he exclaimed.Dexter nodded gravely. "Yes, it seems that way. We need to rectify this immediately."Richard realized that all the reports and evidence they had gathered concerning Dexter's case may not have been properly reviewed. The gravity of the situation began to sink in as they discussed their next steps.Dexter sat at his desk, deep in thought as he proces
Dexter was about to reply, but his phone rang, cutting him off mid-sentence. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the caller ID. It was from a private number, but as he looked closer, he realized it was from the prime minister. With a sense of urgency, he picked up the call, excusing himself from Ivy for a moment."Hello, this is Dexter, who am I speaking with?" he greeted, his voice polite and professional."Hello, Dexter. This is Prime Minister Raj Raunak. I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time," the prime minister's voice came through the phone, smooth and authoritative.Dexter reciprocated the greeting and exchanged pleasantries with the price minister. After a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Prime Minister, to what do I owe the honor of this call?"The prime minister hesitated for a moment before replying, "I would like to extend an invitation for you to visit me at the government house."Dexter chuckled lightly in disbelief. "A visit? Prime Minister, this is quite unexpe
As they continued their conversation, the ambiance of the restaurant enveloped them. The soft glow of the candlelight illuminated their faces, casting a warm and intimate atmosphere around them. The clinking of cutlery and the murmurs of other diners provided a gentle background soundtrack to their heartfelt exchange. Despite the weight of the topic at hand, there was a sense of calm and understanding between Ivy and Dexter.After the meal, Dexter paid up the bills and the walked outside leaving the restaurant, Ivy and Dexter walked hand in hand to his car. Dexter turned to Ivy and asked“Ivy, I was thinking, more like wondering, would you like to go with me to my place, so we could spend quality time together?”Ivy looks at him, her face turning a lighter shade of red. She contemplates then asks Dexter, “So, what would we do at your place, still discuss work because that's all we ever do!” She laughs as she talks.“Guilty as charged, but we won't babe; I promise” Dexter said holding
As she held her cheek in pain, the sting of the blow still fresh, she stood her ground and faced Alex and Jack with a fierce determination. "You may be my brothers," she spat out, "but you are worse than the devil." Her words were laced with bitterness and frustration as she continued, "Let Dexter be. He didn't choose to become heir himself."She continued not caring what happens next, "If you had put your heads together and supported him, this hunger and thirst for power would never have driven you both to this point."Jack's face boiled with anger as he glared at his sister, clenching his fists in frustration. He struggled to contain his rage, knowing that if he lashed out, she would be badly injured.Amidst the tension, they all exchanged angry glances, consumed by their own emotions. Unnoticed by the seething trio, Dexter's arrival was announced by the sound of approaching footsteps outside Alex's room where they were all gathered.Sonia, still nursing her cheek, opened the door
"I'll see you at the office, Richard." He ends the call, his attention turning to Ivy. With a warm smile, he rises from his seat, crossing the room with purpose. Without a word, he retrieves a loose, comfortable shirt and a pair of shorts from his wardrobe, handing them to Ivy with a gentle, reassuring gesture.Taking Ivy's hand, he leads her to his spacious bathroom, his demeanor a blend of warmth and consideration. Ivy, acknowledging the gesture with a grateful nod, expresses her thanks before entering the bathroom. Meanwhile, Dexter leaves the room, his steps carrying an air of thoughtful consideration.Before leaving, Dexter turns to Ivy, his voice carrying a gentle warmth as he offers an invitation, his words laden with hospitality and kindness.“When you're done, come downstairs for a light snack. I'll be waiting."Downstairs as he brings out the popcorn, he calls out to Sonia."Sonia, come out, I've made some popcorn and got some fruit juice!" emerging from her room with swoll