“I don’t understand?” John said, feigning ignorance of what she had just said. Modelisa, however, moved from the side of John and came to stand in front of him once more. Her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made John’s skin crawl. “Are you sure you don’t understand, huh, John Beckham?” she asked, her gaze piercing through him. John tried to contain his uneasiness, determined not to fall prey to Modelisa’s mind games. He knew she was trying to break him, but he steeled himself against the rising tide of anxiety. “I was with no one,” John finally said, trying to inject a note of confidence into his tone. His eyes met Modelisa’s defiantly, though he could feel his resolve wavering under her scrutiny. Modelisa frowned, and the tension in the room thickened. John’s mind raced, wondering what exactly Modelisa was getting at. Her silence was killing him, the unspoken words hanging in the air like a guillotine waiting to drop. “Where were you last night after work, and why did
“I don’t understand?” John said, feigning ignorance of what she had just said. Modelisa, however, moved from the side of John and came to stand in front of him once more. Her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made John’s skin crawl. “Are you sure you don’t understand, huh, John Beckham?” she asked, her gaze piercing through him. John tried to contain his uneasiness, determined not to fall prey to Modelisa’s mind games. He knew she was trying to break him, but he steeled himself against the rising tide of anxiety. “I was with no one,” John finally said, trying to inject a note of confidence into his tone. His eyes met Modelisa’s defiantly, though he could feel his resolve wavering under her scrutiny. Modelisa frowned, and the tension in the room thickened. John’s mind raced, wondering what exactly Modelisa was getting at. Her silence was killing him, the unspoken words hanging in the air like a guillotine waiting to drop. “Where were you last night after work, and why di
Later that day, after the face-off with Modelisa, John left his workplace, his mind swirling with confusion and frustration. His thoughts were like a tangled mess, each one pulling him in different directions. The encounter with Modelisa had left him reeling, and he desperately needed to talk to Miss B.“Are you at the penthouse? I really need to see you right now,” John asked Miss B over the phone, his voice tinged with urgency.“No, I’m not. I’m at the office but about to leave for the penthouse,” Miss B replied, her tone calm and reassuring. “Is something wrong?” she added, a hint of concern in her voice.John dug his fingers into his hair, the pressure building in his skull. “No, I just need to see you. We have a few things to talk about,” he said, shrugging and sighing as if Miss B were standing right in front of him.“You could go to the penthouse. I’m sure to be there before you arrive,” Miss B said with her usual calm, soft voice.“Okay,” John replied and dropped the call.He
“That’s because he approached me some time back,” Miss B explained. “He wasn’t very clear, but it was about helping him bring down Stephanie. At the time, I didn’t take it to heart; I saw it as just another business alliance proposal. But now I see that he is serious.”John nodded, absorbing this new piece of information. “Interesting,” he murmured, more to himself than to Miss B.“Do you think we should be worried about him or consider forming an alliance with him?” Miss B quizzed, her eyes locking onto John’s, seeking his perspective.John was silent for a moment, deep in thought. The risks were numerous and daunting. “There’s too much risk involved,” he began slowly. “I know Brad likely has some details that we’re oblivious to, but it’s not advisable to trust anyone at this point. We can’t afford to make any missteps. I’m going to keep an eye on both Stephanie and Brad, figure out if they are working hand in hand. We’ve come too far to mess things up now,” John stated firmly, his
“What is that?” John asked with uneasiness, looking out with anxiousness.“After you told me about Gabriel Blake and told me to find out more about him, I sent out a few details. Finally, I just got a text from one of my lookout guys after scavenging about Gabriel Blake and Jeffery,” Miss B explained while adjusting her dress to cover her nakedness even more.John nodded his head and narrowed his eyes, the intensity of his urge to find out what Miss B had discovered glaring in his eyes. “So what?” The suspense was killing him.“Gabriel and Jeffery frequent a hotel for meetings. Probably because they lack a better place, but then I’m not sure,” Miss B explained.John contracted his eyes. “A hotel for meetings?”“Yeah, that’s what I got, but I’m not sure about the details,” Miss B shrugged.John heaved a sigh and allowed the words to deepen in his mind. “What hotel?” he asked while stroking his beard.Miss B quickly looked back and tapped a finger on her phone, which was about to go to
“Hi, Mr. John,” DD Patel greeted him with a smile as he entered.DD Patel was in her mid-fifties, dressed in a corporate black suit that accentuated her commanding presence. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, adding a touch of elegance to her professional demeanor. The office itself was a testament to luxury and power, with tasteful decor, rich wooden furniture, and an expansive view of the city skyline.“Good day, Patel,” John greeted, trying to match her poise.He had met Patel at a conference once, but at the time, she wasn’t on his level. That was a long time ago. The other time was when he tried to book an exclusive dinner night with Stephanie during the second year of their marriage. That memory was bittersweet now, a stark contrast to his current reality.“It’s been a while,” she said after shaking hands with John, her smile warm but guarded.“Yes,” John confirmed and sat down. “I need your help,” he went straight to the point, not wanting to waste time with pleasantri
John's brows lifted, forming a questioning arc above his eyes as he leaned in slightly, his gaze fixated on DD Patel. "Can you lend me a hand with something else?" he inquired, his voice a mixture of hope and uncertainty.Curiosity tinged DD Patel's expression as she awaited his request, her features betraying her eagerness to uncover his intentions.A moment stretched between them, pregnant with anticipation, as John pondered his words, searching for the right way to broach the subject."Before I delve into it, I need to ask: do they have a designated space they frequent?" John's tone was cautious, his hands coming together in a silent plea for understanding.DD Patel shook her head slowly, her lips forming a regretful line. "No, they don't confine themselves to a single room," she responded, her voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. "And as for installing a camera, I'm afraid that's out of the question. I'm willing to assist in any other way, but that request crosses a boundar
“Please, can you get out of the way?” Stephanie supposedly said to John.John blinked his eyes, still in shock, his heart racing so fast it felt like it might burst out of his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing—Stephanie was right in front of him. His mind was whirling. Her presence seemed to pull him back to a time he had tried so hard to forget.But as he opened his eyes again, after blinking rapidly to clear his vision, he realized and discovered that in fact, it wasn’t Stephanie standing in front of him. His heart plummeted from its frantic pace to a confused stutter. It wasn’t Stephanie.He frowned, a deep line of confusion marring his forehead.“Excuse me,” the lady in front of him said, frowning right back at him. Her tone was sharp, pulling him out of his reverie.She was tall, with long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and had no similarities with Stephanie. John wondered why he had seen her as Stephanie earlier. Was his mind playing tricks on him? He could