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