Three days later, Oliver Darbë was on his way to the Yilaburg government office to discuss the important deal for the Davidson group. He was in a convoy of two vehicles, with his car leading the way.As they approached the office building, Oliver gave a firm order to his driver. "Pull into the parking lot right here."The driver nodded and began to turn the car into the parking lot. The second car in the convoy followed closely behind.Just as they were about to park, a scooter suddenly appeared in their path. The driver tried to stop, but it was too late. The car collided with the scooter, causing the rider to stumble and fall off.Oliver Darbë's face turned beet red as he stepped out of the lead vehicle, slamming the car door behind him. He stormed towards the fallen scooter driver, Romeo Stewart, expressing his furious countenance. "What the hell were you thinking?" Oliver roared, putting up a voice that echoed through the parking lot. "You blind and stupid man, don't you know t
"Hello, your majesty," the caller said, with a voice that was suddenly composed and respectful.Oliver's face twisted with confusion and suspicion. "What is it?" Romeo continued, his tone was still deferential despite the situation."I have booked an appointment with one Mr. Oliver Darbë to meet with you. He intends to strike a deal with you regarding business."Romeo's eyes widened in realization. "I am on my way, I just entered the government complex.""Okay, your majesty."Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Romeo fixed Oliver with a steely gaze. "Next time—""Don't you point your finger at me!" Oliver snapped, slapping Romeo's hand away. "You know what, I don't have time for this. I have better things to do than confront a wizzle like you." With that, he shoved Romeo aside. "Get out of my way," he barked, storming towards the entrance of the government building. As he walked away, he ordered, "Park the cars properly."Romeo watched Oliver's retreating figure, and his face tw
The secretary fumbled for his phone, because his hands were shaking. He snapped a picture of Oliver Darbë as he arrogantly sat in the office. Quickly, he attached the photo to a message and sent it to General Stormbreaker. A few minutes later, his phone rang again. It was the General."Hello,""Hello, your majesty." The secretary answered nervously. "Have you seen the picture I sent to you?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady."Yes, I have seen it," the General replied."So, what do you say, your majesty?" the secretary asked, expecting some instructions on how to handle Oliver."Tell him to get out of my office," General Stormbreaker said firmly."What!" the secretary exclaimed, completely shocked. This was the last response he expected from the General. His mouth hung open in disbelief as he tried to process the order.The secretary swallowed hard, his throat went suddenly dry. His hands were trembling even more now, and he struggled to maintain his composure. Was this so
The secretary’s face flushed with anger. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. “You bloody civilian, are you threatening me?”"SLAP!"The secretary slapped Oliver Darbë so hard across the face that Oliver stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance."What the heck!" Oliver shouted, holding his cheek. "Did you just slap me?""Yes," the secretary snapped angrily. "And I'll do more than that if you don't get out of here right now.""You have no idea what you've just done. The consequences—""SLAP!"The secretary slapped Oliver Darbë again, even harder than before. Oliver’s eyes widened in shock and pain."Soldiers!" the secretary called out, a voice that echoed through the office.The door to the office swung open, and two soldiers marched in, with their boots clicking on the floor. They snapped to attention and saluted the secretary. "You called, sir," one of them said crisply."Oh yes, I called," the secretary replied, still seething with anger. "Can you imagine that this blo
Another man helped the assistant, gently lifting him to his feet. "Sir, are you okay?" he asked, putting up eyes that were wide with concern.Oliver winced as he tried to speak, his voice was hoarse and strained. "The secretary... they beat us," he managed to say, gasping with pain.The men exchanged glances, putting up expressions that were dark with anger and disbelief. "Let's get you to the car," one of them said firmly. "We need to get you out of here."They carefully guided Oliver and his assistant to the waiting cars, their support was the only thing keeping the two men upright. The parking lot, now felt like a safe haven from the brutality they had just endured.The men helped Oliver into the back seat of his car, where he slumped against the seat, with his body that was wracked with pain. His assistant was gently placed beside him, still clutching his side and breathing heavily.Oliver winced as he settled into the back seat, his body was hurting with every movement. He loo
The car pulled up to the grand Davidson mansion, its towering pillars and ornate gates were imposing against the bright sky. Oliver Darbë winced as he tried to sit up, the pain from his injuries made every movement of his very agonizing."Can you help me?" he asked the driver, with a voice that was barely above a whisper. The driver nodded, quickly getting out and coming around to open the back door.Carefully, the driver and the assistant helped Oliver out of the car. He leaned heavily on them, wincing with each step as they made their way up the mansion's long driveway. The front door opened before they reached it, and a manservant stepped out. His eyes widened at the sight of Oliver's battered form."Please, come in," the manservant said, hurrying to support Oliver on his other side. They guided him into the grand entrance hall, its marble floors and chandeliers were very much unlike the rough ordeal he had just endured."Where is Mrs. Davidson?" Oliver asked, his voice was str
The convoy of Harte Boer trucks rumbled down the highway, with their engines growling in the daytime. Each truck was like a giant fortress on wheels, loaded with heavy barrels of the verdant essence, the precious green liquid that everyone wanted. The convoy moved quickly, their headlights shone brightly, as they raced against time.Inside the lead truck, the leader of the group, Lars Van Der Meer, held a phone to his ear. His voice was rough but excited as he talked to Daniel Skoloß, the man organizing the secret auction."Mr Skoloß, we're making good time," Lars said, looking at the GPS on his dashboard. "We'll be at the meeting place within the hour. The barrels are safe."Mr Skoloß voice on the other end was calm and smart. "Great, Lars. This verdant essence will make us a lot of money. The buyers are ready and really want it."Lars smiled. "I've seen the numbers. This load could bring in billions. Everyone wants verdant essence, especially since it's harder to get."Mr Skoloß
The scruffy man straightened up, brushing the dirt off his torn clothes. He met Lars' gaze with a steady, determined look. "That doesn't matter," he said. "What matters is that you were warned, and you chose to ignore it. Now, your actions is going to put you at great risk."Lars took a step back, his mind was racing. He had never seen this man before, yet this man seemed to know everything about him and the secret mission they were on. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to process the situation."How do you know my name? How do you what do mean when you speak of me doing something that I was warned against huh?" Lars demanded, with his voice rising with a mix of fear and anger.The man gave a small, sad smile. "I know a lot of things, Mr. Van Der Meer. And I'm here to stop you before it's too late."Lars felt a chill run down his spine. This was no ordinary man. He took another step back, glancing around at the convoy and his men, who were now watching the scene with confusion