Cathrine tried to get into the car that was waiting to take her to the airport. Her heart has been thumping ever since Morris reported Venita as missing. She had tried to call Venita several times but her number was not reachable. Perhaps she flew out of the country, Cathrine thought.It was very possible for Venita to do, and she could easily leave within consulting anybody. That was how tenacious she was. Cathrine then decided to leave the country as she was said to be missing. She didn't want to get caught in any cross fire."Open the gates," she called out to her gate man who quickly opened the gate. The driver zoomed out of the mansion, but a car suddenly blocked Their path.Cathrine stepped out of her car and trudged angrily towards the other car."Are you out of your fucking mind? What the heck do you think you're doing?" She asked, banging the window on the driver's side. The door opened and Bruce stepped out."Going somewhere?" Bruce asked her and she fumed."And what busines
"What do you mean?" Bruce asked, shaking. He suspected that the answer to that question will be one that he did not like but he decided to ask anyway."Years ago, you killed someone. You convicted a wrong person for a crime and although the case got you a promotion, it ruined a lot of things for you, did it not? What was his name again, Mike?" Lecter said to Bruce."What do you mean by that? What are you driving at?" Bruce asked Lecter. Lecter got up and slowly approached Bruce."I placed Venita in a place where she will never hurt anyone else. And I did it without any remorse. She killed my child, almost killed my wife and now because of her actions, I can not have a biological child with Anna. Do you have any idea how that feels?" Lecter asked him. "What she got was justice. And as for you, detective Bruce, I guess it is time for you t leave the police force now. With this knowledge, duty compels you to report me, but I'm sure you won't. Not with what I have on you. So, what will y
Morris stormed into the dimly lit café, his anger and desperation palpable. He spotted Jack in the corner, sipping a cup of coffee, and strode over to him."Jack, I need your help," Morris demanded, his voice low and urgent.Jack looked up, his expression calm, but his eyes narrowed. "What's going on, Morris? You look like you're about to explode."Morris's eyes blazed with fury. "Lecter has Venita. That monster has my daughter, and I need your help to get her back."Jack's expression turned serious. "What makes you think Lecter is involved?"Morris's hands clenched into fists. "I have my beliefs. I know he's behind this. And I know he's planning a party, a grand spectacle, and I need your expertise to...take care of the guests."Jack raised an eyebrow. "You want me to help you poison Lecter's guests?"Morris's eyes burned with intensity. "I want Venita back, no matter the cost. And if that means taking out Lecter's associates, then so be it."Jack leaned back in his chair, his eyes ne
Lecter's eyes narrowed as he gazed at Lenore, his voice low and menacing. "Remember, my dear, when you meet with Anna, you must be...respectful."Lenore's eyes widened, her voice trembling. "Y-yes, of course, Lecter. I understand."Lecter's smile was cold and calculating. "Good. Anna is...particular about certain things. And I would hate for you to...disappoint her."Lenore swallowed hard, her mind racing with the implications. She knew that Lecter's wife was not to be trifled with, that she was a force to be reckoned with."I'll be careful, Lecter," she promised, her voice barely above a whisper.Lecter's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Excellent. I knew I could count on you, Lenore. Now, go. Anna is waiting for you."And with that, Lenore was dismissed, sent off to face the formidable Anna Lecter alone. She knew that her fate, and that of her unborn child, hung in the balance. One wrong move, and everything could come crashing down around her.Lenore stood nervously in the opulent
Detective Bruce watched as Detective John, shook hands with the notorious criminal, Fabian. Fabian was the same criminal that had coerced Bruce into framing John's brother several years ago, an act that Bruce still regretted till date.The dimly lit alleyway seemed to grow darker, as if the shadows themselves were conspiring against justice.Bruce's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications. He had suspected John of being corrupt, but he had never caught him in the act. Until now.Fabian's sly smile seemed to gleam in the darkness, his voice low and menacing. "Pleasure doing business with you, Detective. Our little arrangement will be most...profitable."John's laughter was forced, his eyes darting nervously around the alleyway. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just keep this between us, Fabian. I don't want any...complications."Bruce's anger simmered just below the surface, his hand itching to grab his gun and arrest them both on the spot. But he knew he had to play it smart, gather ev
"I am so happy that you were able to seal this deal boss. Winning an exclusive contract to the oil rig is no small deal. This is a new milestone for Sunrise Enterprises and it could only be due to your diligence," Kurt praised Lecter while they received their own part of the contract deed that Lecter had signed with the government.Lecter smiled while looking at the contract. It was definitely a new milestone for the company."Thank you, Kurt. Your inputs didn't go unnoticed as well. I know how much you and your team dedicated into this. I'm glad that it all worked out in the end." Lecter replied. Kurt scoffed."You humble me with your praises boss. Everyone knows that you were the one who spearheaded the entire operation. You even decided to write the proposal yourself. And we are grateful you did." Kurt said and then stood up."The day is almost done. We are having some drinks tonight. Do you want to accompany us?" He asked Lecter."Maybe some other time, Kurt. There is still some t
Morris sat inside his car while he watched Conrald storm out of Lecter's company. He could see the look of anger and disgust that was on Conrald's face and in that moment, Morris decided that such anger was something that he could utilize. He watched as Conrald got into the car and zoomed off.Just as he was about to follow, Morris's phone began to ring. He kissed his teeth as he picked us up the phone."Hey! Morris, where are you?" His friend asked over the phone . The same friend that was going to kill Lecter during his party. Morris could still remember the dream he had, how lucid they were. He wanted it all to play out that way and there was no room for fuck ups."I'm working," Morris replied to him. He could see Conrald's car getting away through the rear mirror."Why don't you cut yourself some slack, Morris? I've already told you that I Will take care of this Lecter problem for you. You are bothering yourself over nothing," the friend, Willy said to Morris."Lecter James is a v
Morris Thorn, pulled up to the curb in his sleek sedan, nodding to the waiting Conrald. Conrald's car had broken down, and he stormed out of the place over anger with his recent dealings with Lecter."Hop in, Mr Conrald. I'll give you a ride home." Morris had quickly looked up Conrald on the internet.Conrald, a middle-aged businessman with a reputation for ruthless dealings, smiled and slid into the passenger seat. "Thanks, stranger. I appreciate it. And you are?" Conrald asked."Morris Thorn. CEO of Thorn incorporated,""Ah. Nice,"As they drove through the city, they discussed a recent partnership, a lucrative venture that had Morris's company providing tech services to another's empire. Morris was proud of the agreement, but Conrald's condescending tone made him feel like a junior partner.As they approached Conrald's estate, Morris's unease grew. The imposing gates and high walls surrounding the property seemed to loom over him. He had never been comfortable with displays of weal