The entrance of the trio into this highly secretive mansion to burst this highly secretive organisation was a wonder to everyone in the room. The members laid down flat, hiding their faces from being seen by the King and the Prince. They were all prominent individuals in the country, serving various capacities mostly in politics, and it was a shame to find themselves in such a place and situation.The King walked slowly to his brother who remained on his throne waiting for him with a smirk on his face. “Hello, brother. We meet again.” He said to him.John Langston laughed and responded, “Yes, we meet again. Not as I expected though.” “And what exactly were your expectations, John?” King Richard asked him.John tossed another smirk, sighed, and responded, “Your downfall and my uprise. That was the expectation.”King Richard smiled slightly, “I am sorry you didn't get to see your expectations come to pass.” He then pointed at Damon and said to his stepbrother, “Meet my grandson, Damon
For weeks going forward, the country and the world at large have been with mixed reactions following the unfolding events in the Kingdom. The exposing of Ambassador Justin Barnes as a member of a secret organisation known as the Shadow Government and also as the Supreme Mafia Boss in Italy, took the world by storm and sparked several conversations on the case.The people were yet to digest that piece of information when the next ones followed, the mass arrest of prominent figures in the country and overseas as part of an effort to crack down on the Shadow Government. Every nation took action as they sought out those rogue players within their system and brought them to justice. It was a mass crackdown across the globe.Information on John Langston, the Grandmaster, was concealed from the public. The public wasn't aware of the relationship between Mr. Barnes and the Langstons nor were they aware of who the true Grandmaster was. As part of a deal to lessen their sentence, all who were a
"Joyce, what do you mean you can't drop me off at work? It's not out of your way at all.""Damon, I don't have to explain myself to you." Joyce Ramsey tossed over her shoulder at her husband, not bothering to dignify him by even staring at him when responding. She just continued with her make-up application.Damon opened his mouth to speak but closed it and sighed. Maybe there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for why she didn't want to take him. He couldn't let himself believe that she was just being mean and malicious to him like the rest of her family.Despite all recent indications to the contrary, Damon still tried his best not to believe that his once loving and caring wife had somehow become just like his in-laws who treated him like a rag just because he was from a poor background."Are you heading somewhere before going to the office? You could just drop me off at the closest junction to my stop then I'll find my way."He sat on the edge of the bed behind her, his voice
"Oi! Dam! The boss wants to see you!"One of Damon's coworkers shouted from across the room where the delivery guys were picking up their deliveries."But I'm about to go on a delivery," Damon explained."That's none of my business bum." The guy called back and left the room.Damon sighed and looked at the box in his hands. He knew that none of his co-deliverymen would help him out with this delivery.He decided to try his luck anyway. He approached a guy who didn't have much goods to deliver."Excuse me, Vincent, please could you help me drop off this delivery? It's my last one for the day and the boss wants to see me right now."Vincent looked up from his bike and stared at Damon from head to toe. Then he barked out a mocking laugh."You petty peasant! You need my help now? When you went ahead to accept the job of head deliveryman for our region, you didn't need my help then?"Damon sighed,"Vincent you don't need to do all this tonight, please just help me with it, I've taped all t
"Code. White. I'm sure you know what that means. If anything about our guest leaks out, you're the one who will be blamed, Mr. Peasant Delivery Boy."Damon gritted his teeth. When was this condescension going to end? Was it a crime to be a poor delivery guy?He stared at her coldly,"I'm well aware of the demands of my job ma'am."And immediately he walked away.Imagine, an ordinary receptionist, young enough to be his baby sister – if he had one – had the guts to speak to him so shabbily because he was not rich. He shook his head bitterly as he stood in the elevator, riding up to the 103rd floor. He would do everything in his power to become rich enough to buy Hotel De Salvatore.Just thinking about it made him almost laugh at himself. It was such a farfetched dream. Utterly impossible. But he decided to hold on to it. It would keep him going.The elevator pinged as he arrived on the correct floor.Walking briskly out he located the correct room and pushed the doorbell. Wow. This was
"J – Joyce?" Damon muttered, not quite believing his eyes.Jack's eyebrows rose, then he turned around and looked from a smirking Joyce to a dumbfounded Damon. Then he chuckled,"My, my, delivery boy, you've really got some guts. Who do you possibly think you are to her that you can address my woman by her name?"Damon didn't even hear Jack's words, all his attention was focused on Joyce as she uncoiled her half-naked self shamelessly from Jack's body and sat on the bed, crossing her legs.Jack's brows rose even higher, he turned to Joyce,"Is anyone going to tell me what is going on here?"Joyce rolled her eyes then patted Jack's cheek."I'm sorry honey." She cocked her head towards Damon,"This is my good for nothing, delivery boy –" she shuddered, "I can barely even say it." She mumbled. "Husband." She grimaced on the last word.Jack immediately began barking with laughter, slapping his knees as he did so.Something sparked in Damon's head and a semblance of his consciousness retur
Damon was taken aback at that statement. He felt as though he'd just been doused with a bucket of cold water. All of his energy left him like he was a deflated balloon."I mean if she was at Hotel De Salvatore, it couldn't have been with a man like you." Michael, Joyce's father mused, smiling at his wife."I mean." Gianna chortled with him.Damon's mouth hung open,"Is that all you're both going to say?" He breathed. "Joyce is disgracing not just me but the family name as well by what she's doing."Gianna's face contorted in anger,"And what the fuck do you mean by that?" She boiled. "Is it your family name? At least she has a family name to disgrace! Who are you? Your name is nothing but a disgrace itself!""And for your information, any man out there is better than your sorry self!" Michael pitched in. "I mean who do you think you are? Jumping in here to do what? Turn us against our daughter? Because she decided to return to her senses and upgrade to a man much suited to her status?
"You foolish bastard!" Damon heard through the phone.He took the phone away from his ear looked at the caller ID and saw that it was his boss. His heart immediately went into overdrive."S– sir –"But the man didn't let him speak,"You are nothing but a disgraced fool Damon! How dare you offend one of our most powerful customers! Who do you think you are!""Sir please let me explain –""You can explain to your new boss because as of this moment, you no longer work for this company! You thought we couldn't do without you because you're some kind of diligent employee? Fuck you! Stupid thing! You're a nobody! And you'll always be a nobody! And I assure you that before you get a job again in this town you would be growing white hairs already!"Damon swallowed as he listened to his boss's insults."You're lucky all Jack Pierce requested is that we fire you! If he'd decided to press charges you have my word you would have spent the rest of your pathetic life in jail!"And then he ended the