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
Mrs Davidson's request for Romeo's help felt unreal to him. His mind was filled with memories from the past, but a strange mix of curiosity and responsibility kept him moving forward."Of all the top rated plumbers around, why could Mrs Davidson pick me?" Romeo thought.Was it because she thinks I would accept a chicken change for my services?As he neared the large iron gates of the mansion, he paused for a moment, trying to prepare himself for what was to come. The gates, which seemed cold and unwelcoming in the fading light, stood tall in front of him.But instead of the cold reception he expected, the gateman surprised him with a warm smile."Welcome, Mr. Romeo," the gateman said politely, nodding as he smoothly opened the gate.Romeo, surprised by this friendly greeting, nodded back, feeling like he had stepped into a different world. The gravel crunched under his old boots as he walked up the long driveway, surrounded by perfectly trimmed lawns and tall trees. With each step c
The men began to laugh, it was a low, sinister sound that echoed in the bathroom. Romeo could feel the danger in their laughter, but he kept his cool."Oh, I guess you guys are here to aid me in repairing the broken pipes?" Romeo joked, trying to act like he wasn’t scared. He forced a smile, hoping to throw them off.The men laughed even louder, with their voices filling the room. "This guy is funny," one of the mafia members said, shaking his head with a smirk. "He looks more shabby than they described him."They laughed again, mocking him, as their eyes were filled with cruel amusement."I’m sorry, my friend." The leader said, with a voice dripping with menace. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy chain, letting it dangle in the air. The others followed, pulling out chains and sharp jackknives that glinted in the light. "We’re not here to help you fix the pipes. We’re here to beat you up."Romeo stayed calm, even though he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
As the big event began, the sky was turning colors, mixing orange and purple as the evening set in. The front of the fancy hotel was lit up, and important people from all over the continent started arriving in long, shiny black cars. Everyone was excited, and you could feel the buzz in the air as these guests, dressed in their best outfits, stepped out of their cars. They wore sparkling jewelry and fancy clothes, making the whole scene look like something out of a movie. Mrs. Davidson stood at the entrance, looking stunning in a long, dark green dress that shimmered as she moved. She wore a beautiful necklace covered in emeralds and diamonds, and her hair was styled perfectly. She was calm and confident, smiling as she welcomed each guest with a polite greeting. Beside her stood Sheikh Rahman, wearing traditional robes that looked expensive and luxurious. He had a serious look on his face, but you could tell he was pleased with how everything was going. One by one, the
Sheikh Rahman continued speaking, his voice was calm but powerful, capturing everyone’s attention. He wanted to make sure everyone understood how important it was for powerful people to work together to create a better future.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “our world is big and complicated, but when people like us—who lead big companies and make important decisions—work together, we can shape the future. The businesses we run aren’t just about making money; they’re about setting an example for others to follow and creating something that lasts.”He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. The room was quiet, and everyone was listening closely.“We are the ones who can make sure the future is good,” he continued. “By working together and sharing the same goals, we can build a world where success isn’t just for today but for a long time to come. It’s not just about what we achieve now but about what we leave behind for those who come after us.”As he spoke, the light from th
As the video continued to play, the screen flickered once again, and the footage abruptly switched to another scene. The room grew even quieter, and everyone stared at the screen, anxious about what would come next.The new footage showed a dimly lit room with a large bed in the center. The camera angle shifted, revealing Jane Davidson, who looked determined and intense. She was dragging General Romeo Stormbreaker, who appeared groggy and unsteady on his feet, as if he were under the influence of something. He stumbled and struggled to stay upright, his eyes were even half-closed.Jane’s voice could be heard clearly now, sharp and commanding. “Come on general Stormbreaker, just a little further,” she muttered, guiding him toward the bed. “We need to get this done tonight.”The General mumbled something, barely coherent, with his head lolling to the side. Jane pulled out a piece of paper—a contract—and thrust it in front of him. “Sign this,” she demanded, shoving a pen into his han
Mrs. Davidson sat in a large, dimly lit room, and her wrists were bound with silver cuffs. Across from her, three top billionaires—Mr. Harris Zoef, Mr. Wellington Stuart, and Mrs. Zhao—sat with stern faces. They had been present at Sheikh Rahman's event and not just that, they had all invested millions into Mrs. Davidson’s business, believing her to be an honest and respectable partner. But now, they looked at her with disappointment and anger.Mr. Harris Zoef, an older man with a bushy gray beard, spoke first. His voice was deep and firm. "I can't believe this, Mrs. Davidson. We trusted you. We gave you our money and our support, and now we find out you're involved in illegal activities that could not just implicate you but also implicate us?" He shook his head in frustration. "You were part of the money heist at NovaTech? And you bribed Evelyn Blackwood to cover it up? This is unacceptable."Mrs. Davidson’s face turned pale, and she nervously glanced at the other two billionaires