Logan anxiously awaited Carter's confirmation, his heart pounding with the fear of betrayal. Moments later, the phone buzzed, and Carter's gruff voice came through. "Job done, Logan. Where's my remaining payment?"Relief washed over Logan, but he maintained composure. "I'll get you the rest when I confirm the job is done, Carter."Carter's voice grew louder, a threatening edge emerging, "You better pay up, Logan, or I swear—"Logan cut him off, ending the call abruptly. He chuckled to himself, not picking up Carter's numerous subsequent calls. The truth was, he needed to ensure Carter had indeed completed the job and not swindled him.Restless, Logan spent the night tossing and turning. He couldn't shake the anxiety that accompanied his alliance with Carter. Not being able to sleep, he turned on the TV, only to be met with breaking news about a fire at the Eclipse Hotel. Panic surged through him instantly as he feared the worst. Did Carter fail to switch the room labels?Logan clenche
After Sam's revelation about Mr. Patrick's betrayal, he couldn't contain the urgency to inform Logan. He dialed Logan's number, and when Logan answered, the tension in Sam's voice was palpable."Logan, we need to meet. I just figured out that Mr. Patrick has been sabotaging our plans. He's the one behind the attacks, and he probably kidnapped your grandfather, faking the accident and running away," Sam blurted out urgently.Logan, intentionally playing it cool, questioned, "How did you know that he was faking his accident? You never mentioned that before."Quickly covering his tracks, Sam responded, "I've been investigating him for awhile now Logan. There's a mole in my group, someone leaked the information. I thought you should know."Concerned, Logan asked, "What are you planning to do about it?""I'm telling you so you can be aware. Are you free? We need to discuss this properly," Sam suggested.But Logan, still recovering from the beating he took last time, replied, "I can't walk
Two days later, the board members gathered for a meeting, mirroring the plan Logan and the neutral members had carefully organized.Logan was caught off that morning guard as a series of frequent calls from Sam jolted him awake. Sleepily answering the phone, Sam's urgent tone conveyed that today was the D-Day – the crucial board meeting."Logan, there's an urgent meeting today. Get ready and don't be late," Sam's voice echoed through the phone.Logan, still half-asleep, realized he had to act quickly. He couldn't wear the only suit he had again – the one he had worn during the last visit to the firm.Unaware that the board had decided on this impromptu meeting, he rushed to a nearby store to purchase a new suit. After browsing for some minutes, he walk up to the cashier as he paid her, opting to avoid the store where he had received his last suit for free, finding it weird.Armed with his new suit, Logan headed to his grandfather's company, uncertain about the dynamics of the approach
As the remnants of the turbulent board meeting exited one after the other, Logan turned to Sam with a puzzled expression. "Why are you so insistent on making me the CEO, Sam? I'm not even Mr. Clarkson's son."Sam, turned to him, his facade cracking as he replied with a hint of frustration, "Not you too Logan. This is not just about you. We had an agreement and you can't back out now."Logan, now thoroughly confused, questioned Sam's motives as he asked further saying, "Agreement or not, the council doesn't like me. What do you want me to do, force them to accept me?"Sam, with a chilling determination, leaned in and whispered, "No, Logan. We have to eliminate the council."Logan's eyes widened in shock. "Eliminate? Are you suggesting we kill them?"Sam nodded in response but Logan quickly retorted. "Sam, that's not right. We can find another way, maybe bribe them or something."Sam, however, remained resolute. "These men won't take bribes Logan. Do you have any idea how much they've m
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the park, Logan's phone buzzed with Baton's call. As Logan picked up, Baton's voice crackled through the phone."Logan, I need a favor."Confused but curious, Logan replied saying, "Sure, what's up?"Baton instructed, "I need you to call Sam and tell him that you need to meet face to face. If he asks why, just say it's something we can't discuss over the phone." Perplexed, Logan questioned further, "Why can't we talk about it over the phone?"But Baton cryptically responded, "Trust me, it's better this way. Just keep him busy and away from his usual routine."With a shrug and a lingering sense of uncertainty, Logan agreed as Baton hung up quickly, he dialed Sam's number, emphasizing the need for discretion. "Hey, Sam, we should meet up. There's something important we need to discuss, face to face."Sam, taken aback, responded, "What's so urgent that we can't talk about it now?"Logan, echoing Baton's words, replied, "I
Hunter's voice crackled through the phone, filled with a mix of surprise and familiarity. "Sam! I didn't think I'd hear from you again. What's up?"Sam leaned against his car, a sly smile on his face. "I'm putting together a team, Hunter. A team for a job. I need people I can trust."Hunter's curiosity piqued. "A job, huh? You know I'm always in. What's the plan?"Sam briefly explained the situation, emphasizing the need for discretion and loyalty. "I'll send you some details. Keep in touch, Hunter. We're going to need each other."As the calls continued, Sam reached out to other familiar faces from his past, assembling a network of skilled individuals with a history in the shadows. Amidst the calls, he dialed Baton's number, a contact from his mercenary days."Who's this?" Baton's voice came through, feigning ignorance.Sam sighed, recognizing the game Baton was playing. "Cut the act, Baton. It's Sam, how can you lose my number after our friendship all these years?"Baton chuckled on
Logan's grandfather, puzzled by the sudden inquiry, asked, "What is it you want to figure out about Sam?"Logan, searching for answers, explained, "There are things about Sam that I don't know, and I'm on the verge of discovering them."Confused and a bit upset, his grandfather pressed, "What's the issue, Logan? Sam has been nothing but loyal. He even put in a tremendous effort to find you."Logan, genuinely surprised, shot back saying, "What do you mean, find me? How much effort are we talking about?"His grandfather sighed, "When you were missing, no orphanage could provide information. Sam put in a lot of money to track you down. He went to great lengths, even risking himself to find you. He was the one who informed me about your whereabouts in the end."Logan, still processing the revelation, asked in disbelief, "Are you sure about this?"His grandfather nodded, listing the efforts Sam had made. "He checked various places, followed leads, and even considered making samples. The ri
Baton, after hearing Logan's plan, reluctantly agreed to take him to see Mr. Patrick. They arrived at the prison where Mr. Patrick was confined, his hands bound in heavy chains. As Logan approached, Mr. Patrick, his eyes sharp and sarcastic, remarked, "Well, well, look who we have here. He looks just like him."Logan, not one to be easily baited, responded calmly, "Just like my father, right?"Mr. Patrick, amused, questioned, "So, you know your father now?"Logan didn't hesitate, replying. "Yes, I know him. Tell me what happened at the factory all those years ago."Mr. Patrick, still restrained by chains, raised an eyebrow. "Why would I tell you, Logan?"Logan leaned in, determined, "Because you're the only one who can give me the information I need. The truth about what my father did and what Sam is up to."Mr. Patrick scoffed, responding "Why should I believe you? How do I know you won't kill me the moment I tell you what you want to hear?"Logan, holding eye contact, promised, "I g
Mr Clarkson, desperation in his tone, begged, "Logan, please, stop. There has to be another way."But Logan, standing up angrily, attempted to leave. Suddenly, his grandfather called for his guards. "Guards! Escort my grandson upstairs. He's not feeling quite well today."Logan, bewildered, protested, "What are you doing? You can't keep me here! I'm not a minor, and I have rights!"But the guards, following orders, guided Logan upstairs. One of them, sympathetically, whispered as soon as they he was in saying, "Get well soon, Logan," before locking the door behind him.Inside the room, Logan banged on the door, frustration evident. "Let me out! I need to save her! I will sue you all! Especially you Baton!"His pleas fell on deaf ears as he found himself confined, the weight of the situation sinking in. Meanwhile, downstairs, his grandfather and Sam exchanged worried glances, both realizing the gravity of the impending clash. The fate of Aella hung in the balance, and the struggle betw
Logan woke up groggily, the previous night's celebration still lingering in his mind. Glancing at his phone, he was startled to find 36 missed calls from Baton. Wondering what could be so urgent, he dialed back, his irritation evident.As Baton picked up, Logan couldn't help but yell. "Jesus Christ Baton! 36 missed calls? What's so important?"Baton's voice was tense in response saying, "Logan, where were you last night?"Logan, defensive, shot back, "Why would I report to you, Baton. It's none of your business. It's not like you are my father."Baton, cutting to the chase, explained, "There's a problem, Logan. You know, you didn't want to listen yesterday, so i thought that it was too dangerous for you to move around alone. I ordered my guys to follow you. They informed me that you were seeing someone, followed you all the way home and now, the girl you were with is missing currently."But Logan, dismissing the concern, retorted, "What do you mean? You don't know that? You're wrong.
Logan's phone buzzed, and his face lit up as he saw Aella's name on the screen. He answered, "Hey, Aella! What's up?"Aella's voice conveyed excitement, "Logan, I saw the news! You're amazing! I don't know... I want to celebrate with you!"Grinning, Logan replied, "Thanks, Aella! I'd love to celebrate. Any particular place in mind?"Aella teased, "Nope, you decide. It's your moment!"After a moment of thought, Logan suggested, "How about the old canteen? You know, where I used to work. It has a special vibe."Aella agreed, "Perfect! I'll meet you there in two hours. Can't wait!"As they both hung up, Logan's mind raced with anticipation. Logan dashed outside, waving down a cab with an eagerness that couldn't be contained. Jumping into the cab, the driver couldn't help but notice the sheer joy radiating from Logan's face.The cab driver, curious, couldn't help but ask. "You look like you're on top of the world! Date night, huh?"Logan, grinning ear to ear, shook his head. "Nah, not a
The entry of Mr. Clarkson into the board meeting room caused a stir among the members. Shocked murmurs spread like wildfire, and Mr. Winston, the leader of the faction aiming to replace the chairman, hastily approached Mr. Clarkson, feigning surprise."Mr. Clarkson! We thought you were... well, we heard..."Mr. Clarkson, maintaining his calm attitude, replied, "Heard what, Winston? That I was dead? I'm glad to see your concern for my well-being. Why is everyone gathered here today?"Winston stuttered, trying to compose himself. "We're having a meeting to get things in order. Everything hasn't been the same since your disappearance."But Logan sniffled, catching on to the pretense. He glanced at the presentation on the hall's TV screen, the topic being displayed titled, "Leadership Transition: Appointing a New Chairman and CEO"With a wry smile, Logan remarked in response, "Get things in order, you say? Replacing the chairman and CEO, huh?"Winston swallowed nervously, realizing that t
As Logan agreed to the DNA test, his grandfather, Mr. Clarkson, wasted no time. He instructed Baton to bring in the doctor, a trusted individual who had been part of their lives for years. The doctor entered, exchanging pleasantries with Logan before turning to the task at hand."Logan," the doctor explained, "we're going to take a sample for a DNA test. It's a simple process, and the results will be ready in a day or two."Logan, though slightly uneasy about the procedure, nodded in agreement. The doctor carefully collected the necessary samples, emphasizing the significance of the test and its potential impact on their lives.Later that evening, Logan bid his grandfather goodbye, heading home with Baton. However, a twist awaited him in as he got home. As soon as he got home, he found himself removed from the secret online group, he had been part of for with the board members for a while now. It seemed they believed he had aligned with Sam earlier, casting doubt on his identity as M
As the evening sun cast long shadows across the city, Logan sat in his dimly lit living room, the television flickering with breaking news. The somber tone of the reporter echoed through the room, announcing the police's hunt for Sam in connection with the tragic deaths of Mr. Clarkson's son and daughter-in-law, alongside the mysterious disappearance of two members of the company's board.Logan clenched his fists, a mix of shock and anger on his face, as he muttered to himself, "Stupid cops, they let him escape?"The reporter continued, "Authorities are urging anyone with information about Sam's whereabouts to come forward. If you have any details, please contact the local police immediately."Unable to bear it any longer, Logan stormed out of his living room in anger, creating chaos in his room and turning everything upsidedown. His bodyguards, T-bone and Pete, were left startled by the sudden outburst, wondering what had provoked him.Meanwhile, Sam bunked with his old partners in c
Sam, fueled by frustration and betrayal, paced angrily in his living room, his mind clouded by the unexpected resistance from Logan. The weight of the situation pressed on him, leading him to seek solace in the bottom of a bottle. He stormed into his house, heading straight to the fridge and uncorking a bottle of alcohol.As Sam drowned his vexation in the numbing embrace of liquor, Mr. Patrick, returning to the sitting room, was taken aback by the sight. He approached Sam with concern, questioning, "Sam, what are you doing?"Sam, in a state of inebriation, sneered, "Seems like we'll have to revisit the past, Patrick."Perplexed, Mr. Patrick asked, "Revisit the past? What do you mean?"Sam, his words slurring, reminded him, "Remember how we took down Mr. Clarkson's family years ago? Well, it's time to do it again. His grandson, Logan, is a stumbling block. I gave him a chance to live, but he's so stubborn like his father."Attempting get more out of this, Mr. Patrick queried, "Why now
As Sam returned home, a self-satisfied grin adorned his face, believing he had successfully manipulated Logan into submission. Mr. Patrick, his reluctant accomplice, noticed the elation and couldn't help but inquire, "What's up, Sam? You seem pretty pleased. Got some good news?"Sam, reveling in his perceived triumph, downplayed the situation, replying, "Ah, nothing much happened. Just some smooth sailing."Unconvinced, Mr. Patrick pressed further, "Come on, Sam. You can share the good news with me. We're in this together, right?"But Sam persisted, maintaining his air of mystery, "Nothing worth sharing, Patrick. Just routine business."Despite Sam's evasive response, Mr. Patrick reassured him afterwards saying, "Well, I spoke with Baton. He understands the need to keep things clean from now on. No more messy work."Sam, pleased with the assurance, nodded. "Good. We can't afford any unnecessary attention. Baton needs to stick to the plan and stop leaving clues for the cops."The follo
The denial in Mr. Clarkson's eyes lingered, a stubborn refusal to accept the harsh reality that Logan presented. Determined to provide irrefutable evidence, Logan embarked on a mission to extract a confession from Sam himself.Later in the day, within the confines of Baton's compound, Logan convened a meeting with his newfound partners, Baton and Mr. Patrick. As they lounged in a secluded area, drinks in hand, Logan outlined his plan."We need a confession from Sam," Logan declared, his eyes meeting the gaze of Baton and Mr. Patrick. "Otherwise, granddad won't believe anything without solid proof. I think you should raise a discussion relating to this Patrick. Try to extract information from Sam yourself."Mr. Patrick, hesitating, voiced his concerns, "Sam is no fool Logan. If I dare bring up such a topic, he'll surely get very suspicious and might start thinking that I'm trying to extract information from him and must be recording. He's very cunny like that."Baton, leaning back in h