As the new day dawned, Logan was determined to take action. He had an important message to deliver to the main owner of the canteen, and he couldn't afford to waste any time. With the precious evidence he had gathered, Logan understood that he needed to act swiftly.First, he decided to call the main owner from a payphone, not wanting to risk exposing his own number. He dialed the number and waited anxiously as it rang. When the owner answered, he could sense the suspicion in the man's voice."Hello, who is this?" In response, Logan tried to brush off the man's question by responding, "who i am doesn't matter..." But before he could conclude the sentence, Mr Peterson interupted abstruptly, "and how do you expect me to trust you if you won't tell me who you are?" He demanded, clearly still wary from the previous day's call.Logan didn't waste any time and got straight to the point. "I don't have the luxury of time for introductions. What you need to know is that your life is in danger.
Logan had returned from the bathroom, resolved and determined to protect the main owner and acquire the canteen. He knew that he had to face this dangerous journey alone, relying on his resourcefulness and wit. As he reentered the hallway, his senses sharpened, and he became acutely aware of the silence in the house. An eerie stillness seemed to have settled.The feeling that something was amiss gnawed at Logan, growing with every passing moment. Strange movements in the house began to register in his ears, causing his heart to race. He couldn't ignore the urgency building within him, like a warning that something bad was about to happen.Logan decided to act cautiously, so he opened the bathroom door without making a sound and peered into the hallway. What he saw sent a chill down his spine. A man, a complete stranger, was trying to enter one of the rooms upstairs. Logan noticed the silenced pistol holstered at the man's side, and it sent shivers down his spine.Determined not to be
Mr. Williams paced angrily in his dimly lit room, his face contorted with frustration. The unsettling call from Logan had thrown him off balance. He couldn't fathom why Logan had returned to haunt him, like a persistent ghost from his past."Why did that damn Logan come back?" Williams bellowed to the empty room, his voice echoing in the silence.One of his loyal goons, who had been nearby, overheard the outburst and cautiously entered the room. "Boss, what's the problem?" he asked, concern etched on his face.Williams turned to his underling, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. "Logan! He's back, and I can't for the life of me figure out why."The goon nodded understandingly, knowing well that Logan had caused their boss plenty of trouble in the past. Without another word, Williams ordered, "Get everyone here tonight. I want our whole group to guard this place. We won't let Logan ruin everything we've worked so hard for."The goon hurriedly left to relay the message, makin
Carter's father arrived at the location Mr. Williams had given him, a wealthy and powerful figure accustomed to late-night meetings that concerned him. As he stepped out of his sleek black car, he was greeted by Mr. Williams himself, who welcomed him with a nod of respect."I'm sorry for dragging you out here at this hour," Mr. Williams began, his tone respectful.Carter's father acknowledged the sentiment with a curt nod, understanding the urgency of their situation. "I understand your concerns but my son's peace of mind is worth more than my sleep." They settled into comfortable armchairs, pouring themselves drinks as the minutes ticked away.Hours passed, and the clock struck midnight. Carter's father couldn't help but feel anxious and impatient. He turned to Mr. Williams, his voice laced with concern. "I thought you said the kid would be here right away. Why is he taking so long?"Mr. Williams sighed, his expression troubled. "I received a strange call from Logan. I thought he was
Logan turned back to face Mr. Williams, whose face was contorted in agony and fear. Mr. Williams began to plead for mercy, his words a desperate plea for his life. But Logan was past the point of listening. His patience had run out, and he knew that letting this man go would only lead to more trouble.Without a word, Logan delivered a punch that silenced Mr. Williams. The brutal blow was followed by a chilling command. "Shut up."Mr. Williams clutched his broken jaw, writhing in pain. His cries for mercy fell on deaf ears as Logan seized his hand and slammed it onto the table with the butt of the pistol. The sickening crack of breaking bones filled the room, drowning out Mr. Williams' screams.As the former manager howled in agony, the bodyguards outside the door grew increasingly frantic, their kicks and shouts growing louder. Logan knew he needed to act quickly. He retrieved a roll of tape from the shelf and forced it over Mr. Williams' mouth, sealing his pleas and screams.With Mr.
The following morning, Logan awoke to the crisp light of day filtering through his bedroom window. He stretched and yawned, a sense of accomplishment still lingering from the events of the previous night. As he descended the staircase, the familiar drone of the morning news reached his ears. He found the television broadcasting the headline news, and there it was, a picture of his former boss, Mr. Williams, in handcuffs, his face a mix of shock and despair.The news anchor was narrating the unfolding events. "In a shocking turn of events, former canteen manager Mr. Williams was arrested last night on multiple charges, including embezzlement, attempted murder, and various other criminal activities. The police have gathered substantial evidence against him, and an ongoing investigation is expected to reveal even more details of his wrongdoing."A grin spread across Logan's face as he watched the report. Justice had been served, and he felt a renewed sense of vindication.Just as he was
The crackling of the phone call disrupted Logan's thoughts. His ear was filled with static as he strained to hear the voice on the other end. "Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?" Logan's voice quivered with frustration as he tried to make out the words.Then, abruptly, the call ended. Logan stared at his phone, perplexed. He wasn't used to receiving calls, especially not from unknown numbers. As far as he knew, he had no family left. He had spent most of his life on the streets, enduring hardship with his mother until she passed away when he was just a kid. The idea of someone mentioning a grandfather, someone who had never bothered to help them when they needed it most, but could call him now left Logan utterly bewildered.For a moment, he thought it might be some cruel prank call, or perhaps just a wrong number. He sighed and was about to toss his phone back into his pocket when another unknown number flashed on the screen. Reluctantly, he answered, preparing to dismiss the caller.They
Logan was stunned. This was not what he had expected at all. He furrowed his brow, considering the offer carefully. Becoming a manager meant was not what he initially wanted, he wanted to own the place but on the other hand, this opportunity could make his dream of owning a successful business a reality.He took a few minutes to weigh the pros and cons, thinking about the impact this decision would have on his life. Mr. Peterson patiently waited for his response.Finally, Logan nodded. "Okay, Mr. Peterson, I accept your offer."A smile of relief crossed Mr. Peterson's face. He extended his hand, and Logan shook it firmly. "It's a deal, Mr Logan."Mr. Peterson stood up and poured the tea into the cups, taking one and leaving the other for Logan and then raised his cup to Logan. "To the next five years."Logan followed suit, raising his cup and clinking it against Mr. Peterson's. "To the next five years."As they sipped their tea, the weight of Logan's past and the mysterious phone call