Logan sat down and, as if on cue, the waiter approached. "What can I get you, sir?" the waiter inquired politely.Logan paused, feeling a surge of discomfort, and then replied, "I'm waiting for someone, thank you."Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each minute reminding him of the limited time frame he had to complete the task given to him by the system. An hour had nearly passed, accompanied by persistent reminders by the system that he had only three hours left.Just as Logan's nerves were starting to get the best of him, his phone rang. It was Eleanor, and he answered quickly. They exchanged greetings, and Logan directed her to his table.Eleanor, looking radiant in an expensive dress, approached with confidence. As they locked eyes, Logan couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. Her presence stirred up old emotions, reminding him of the connection they once shared."Eleanor," Logan greeted her with a polite smile as she arrived."Logan," she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity
Logan sat back in the cab, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He had successfully completed the first phase of his plan, securing screenshots of Davis's money transfer to Eleanor. All that remained was to send these crucial pieces of evidence to Kim, but for now, he needed to get to work to avoid further issues with his boss.As the cab pulled away from the curb, Eleanor wore a radiant smile, clearly elated by their lunch together. She seemed reluctant to part ways, but Logan knew he had to seize this moment to accomplish his mission.As they both headed out of the restaurant, Eleanor with a hint of sadness then muttered to Logan saying, "Logan, I had a wonderful time today. Thank you so much."Logan managed to force a smile replying her, "You're welcome, Eleanor. I did too. But I have to get to work before my boss decides to fire me."Eleanor, understanding his predicament, gave him a quick hug and thanked him once more for the day. Logan reciprocated the hug and then, with a
Kim had been Eleanor's best friend since sixth grade. They had shared secrets, dreams, and countless nights out together. Their friendship was a bond as strong as steel. Or so Eleanor had thought.One morning, Kim received a text message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued as she opened the message and her eyes widened as she viewed the incriminating screenshots of Eleanor and her boyfriend private chat. Eleanor had been secretly having a relationship with Davis, Kim boyfriend and Kim found it unbearable to come to terms with this realization.Fury coursed through Kim's veins. She had always been fiercely loyal to her friends, but seeing the evidence of Eleanor's deceit left her seething with anger. Kim knew she couldn't let this slide.She bided her time, keeping the screenshots to herself and as she engaged in casual conversations with Eleanor throughout the day, letting Eleanor believe that everything was perfectly normal. Her mind, however, was formulating a plan.Finally, as
Eventually, Eleanor composed herself and managed a weak smile. She wiped away her tears and said, "Thank you, Logan. I appreciate your kindness."Logan smiled back, relieved to see Eleanor feeling a bit better. "Anytime, Eleanor. Remember, you have friends who care about you, myself included. If you ever need to talk or anything else, don't hesitate to reach out."Eleanor nodded, and they continued walking together towards her home. As Logan and Eleanor neared Crescent Street, Logan suddenly came to a halt, causing Eleanor to take a few steps ahead before realizing he had stopped. She turned back, a quizzical expression on her face, and asked, "Logan, why did you stop?"Logan met her gaze with a hint of regret in his eyes. "Eleanor, I'm sorry, but this is as far as I can go," he replied apologetically.Eleanor nodded, understanding his boundaries. She said, "No problem, Logan. I appreciate your help today. I'll continue from here."Logan had secretly hoped for a thank-you or some sig
Logan's boss interrupted him once again as the weight of the questions pressed heavily on him. He couldn't fathom how someone as timid as him, a former employee, could be associated with such dangerous people. Logan desperately wanted to defend himself, to proclaim his innocence, but he held his tongue as he watched his boss storm out to the parking lot and drove away.The temptation to pay his boss the money to absolve himself of blame gnawed at Logan's conscience, but he knew it would only deepen the suspicion surrounding him. Instead, he clenched his fists, determined to find a way to clear his name.Fury and anxiety coursed through Logan as he angrily dialed Daniel's number. He seethed at the thought of his house address being exposed by his best friend, fearing that his boss could have arrived the police in tow.When Daniel answered with a calm "Hello," Logan couldn't contain his anger. "Why would you do this, Daniel? Why did you give out my address?"Daniel's response caught Log
As Logan continued to move through the crowd, the two men who had been following him pretended to engage in a casual conversation. Their actions were anything but inconspicuous, and Logan could sense their eyes on him. He knew they had recognized him and were following him with ominous intentions.A thought crossed Logan's mind, a brief temptation to confront them, to ask to see their boss and explain himself. But before he could act on it, they abruptly changed direction and started heading back to where they had come from. Logan wasn't buying it; something wasn't right.Panicking, he tried to blend into the growing crowd, his mind racing for an escape plan. He regretted ever coming here; being spotted by the bikers first had sealed his fate, making it unlikely that anyone of them would listen to his explanations.Desperation etched on his face, Logan finally managed to immerse himself in a dense throng of people. He felt a bit safer, but his heart still pounded with fear. His backpa
Baton and his gang burst into mocking laughter. Baton raised his hand as if to applaud Logan's audacity. "You hear that, guys? Our new friend here thinks we aren't his buddies."The laughter died down, and Baton's expression turned cold. "Thanks for the money, kid," he said with a wicked smile, "but we're not leaving you until you regret messing with us."With a signal from Baton, his henchmen began to close in on Logan, their fists clenched and expressions menacing. Logan's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the blows started to rain down on him. Pain surged through his body, and his vision blurred with tears.Amidst the beating, Logan's thoughts raced. He had walked into a nightmare, and there seemed to be no way out. He had hoped that giving them the money would buy his freedom, but it had only made things worse. As Baton's gang continued their merciless assault, Logan clung to the hope that somehow, he would find a way to escape this ordeal and put an end to the relentless cycle
Logan slowly stirred, waking up to the soft reflection of sunlight filtering into his hospital room. He looked around, feeling considerably better than before, but something was amiss – Daniel wasn't there.Frowning, he tried to sit up and reach for the clock to check the time. Just as he was about to move, a nurse walked in, her presence overbearing his movements. She greeted him with a warm smile but then noticed his intent to rise."Easy there," she said gently. "You're not fully healed yet."Logan ignored her for a moment, his focus on finding the clock. He needed to know what time it was.The nurse, patient but slightly concerned, pointed to a wall clock above his head. "It's a little past noon, Mr. Logan."Satisfied with the answer, Logan finally addressed her question. "How long have I been here?"The nurse's gaze softened as she replied, "You've been here for two days, recovering."Logan's eyes widened as he processed the information. He couldn't afford to stay here any longer