Anna's breath caught in her throat as she watched the scene unfold in horror.Her heart pounded with a frantic rhythm, the realization dawned on her that this could be a warning—or worse, an attack orchestrated by Mrs. Davidson."Turn around! Get to safety!" Anna Hickey bellowed, as fear gripped her.The driver quickly shifted the car into reverse, and the engine made a loud, strained noise as the vehicle started to move backward. But before it could get far, a powerful crash jolted the car. It was a tough Hilux truck that had slammed into the back of Anna's car with brutal force. The car’s engine roared and shook violently, sending a shiver up Anna’s spine."Get down!" Anna shouted, trying to be heard over the chaos.Her bodyguards, who were already on high alert, jumped into action. They threw open the doors, drew their weapons, and prepared to defend against the attackers. But as they moved, a sudden burst of gunfire came from the nowhere. The air was filled with the loud sounds
Romeo lay on his bed, wearing just his pants and looking exhausted. The day before had been extremely tough. As the general and governor of Yilaburg, he had to deal with a lot of problems due to the fact that Yilaburg was still at war with the Harte Boers.The war was causing big issues in Yilaburg. Supplies were running low, and citizens were getting frustrated. Romeo spent the whole day in meetings, trying to figure out how to solve these problems and make sure his people had what they needed. He was tired and worried, and the stress of trying to fix everything made it hard for him to relax.The weight of the war with the Harte Boers seemed to press down on him, making every inch of his tired frame ache. His thoughts were a whirlwind of strategy meetings and logistical nightmares. The room was dimly lit by the morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his weary face.The door creaked open, and Helen stepped in quietly. Her presence was a gentle, calmi
Mrs. Davidson sat in the luxurious dining room of her sprawling mansion, the faint clink of glasses and the crackle of the fire filled the space with a warm, inviting hum. Mr Davidson had travelled to the capital upon the invitation of the king so, Mr Davidson used that opportunity to invite the most trusted members of her board for lunch.The air smelled of roasted meat, spices, and the rich aroma of aged whiskey. She was seated at the head of the table, with a face that was lit with a self-satisfied smile as she poured another glass of amber liquid. Across from her sat Gregory Dressë and Robert Drasaë, her most trusted board members. Gregory, having just returned from a business trip overseas, lounged back comfortably in his chair, savoring a bite of the perfectly seasoned roast meat before him. His sharp eyes glimmered with admiration as he watched Mrs. Davidson revel in her latest triumphs. Robert, with his stout figure and sharp suit, leaned in with an eager look on his face
Mrs. Davidson's irritation was palpable as she glared at Romeo. "Why are you at all concerned about this vagabond standing here?" she snapped, as her voice was dripping with scorn. "I tell you, this man's presence irritates me. Anytime he is here, it is either he is begging for money, food, or he is causing trouble. He doesn't deserve any right to speak in our midst, let alone step on my carpet."Gregory glanced at Mrs. Davidson with a look of unease, but his tone was soothing as he spoke. "Mrs. Davidson, just take it easy on the young fella," he urged. "I know that from all indications, this man is a scrawny, poor fellow who doesn't know how to take care of himself, but sometimes, you need to just be considerate."Mrs. Davidson let out a deep, exasperated sigh, which expressed her irritation. "Okay, how much do you need this time?" she asked Romeo, with a voice that was tinged with begrudging tolerance.Romeo, standing with a rigid posture, met her gaze unwaveringly. "No, Mrs. Davids
One week later, Mrs. Davidson sat in her luxurious office, her arm was bandaged from the injury Romeo had inflicted. The sleek, modern space was adorned with awards and plaques commemorating her recent achievements. Despite the pain, she remained focused. She was now a dominant businesswoman through and through, and nothing—not even a scar—could derail her ambitions.Sheikh Rahman Abde, a towering figure with a presence as commanding as his reputation, sat across from her. The billionaire oil magnate was dressed in a perfectly tailored white thobe, his dark eyes were glinting with interest as they discussed business.“Mrs. Davidson,” he began, with a voice that was smooth and confident, “as you know, I am hosting a grand international summit. Delegates from all over the world will be in attendance. Your hotel, *The Regency*, is the ideal location. Its proximity to the city center, combined with your impeccable service reputation, makes it perfect.”Mrs. Davidson leaned forward slig
Mrs. Davidson’s hands trembled ever so slightly as she held the phone, her mind racing. "General Romeo Stormbreaker?" How had he gotten involved with Sheikh Rahman? The mere mention of his name sent ripples through her thoughts. Was the sheikh more connected than she had originally assumed?"Hello!" she managed, steadying her voice as best as she could."Hello, I believe I am speaking with Mrs. Davidson, CEO of the Davidson Group?" His voice was deep and authoritative, with a calm that only enhanced the tension she felt."Yes, Your Majesty," she replied, as her heartbeat was quickening each time. "Good. Information has reached me that Sheikh Rahman intends to host an event at your hotel. Is that correct?"Mrs. Davidson blinked, struggling to mask her astonishment. How did he know? Was the sheikh really that influential?"Yes, Your Majesty," she answered, her tone was more careful now."How are talks between you and him going?"She swallowed, choosing her words cautiously. "Actual
Two days later, Mrs Davidson now sat across from Sheikh Rahman at the massive mahogany table in her hotel’s conference room with a few executive staffs of both parties present. The air was thick with the scent of success and ambition, as both parties knew the stakes were high. After exchanging a few final pleasantries and signing the contract, with the ink barely dry, the deal was sealed. The event would happen, and it surely would be the most talked-about affair across the continent.Mrs. Davidson maintained her calm, polished demeanor throughout, but inside, she was soaring with triumph. As the contract was handed back to her, she glanced at Sheikh Rahman, who nodded approvingly. "We have much work ahead of us," he said, with eyes that were sharp with understanding."Indeed," she replied with a cool, professional smile. But in her mind, the wheels were already turning. The sheikh was a powerful ally, I mean he looked like one, but it was the opportunities that General Romeo had
Romeo sat on a makeshift wooden crate under a dimly lit street lamp, his rugged appearance had blended seamlessly with the grime and grit of the city streets. His clothes were worn, with patches here and there, and his once vibrant eyes were now shadowed with a mix of fatigue and determination. Despite his outward appearance, his fingers moved with practiced ease as he maneuvered a well-worn chess piece across the board in front of him."You're not gonna win this one, Romeo," muttered one of his companions. He was a burly man with a thick beard, and he leaned in to get a closer look.Romeo smirked without taking his eyes off the board. "Don't count me out just yet, Sam. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."Around him, a group of similarly disheveled men, some of whom had become his close companions, watched intently as the game unfolded. The air was thick with the sounds of the bustling street, punctuated by the occasional shout or the distant hum of a passing car. The dim lig