Chaos erupted in the boardroom as Mr. Patrick's shocking admission hung in the air. The council members, once composed, now bombarded him with questions, demanding explanations. "What did you just say?" one of them shouted, while another angrily interrogated, "Are you involved in something we don't know about?"Realizing the gravity of his slip, Mr. Patrick stammered, attempting to backtrack. "I-I don't know what I said. It must be a mistake." However, the council members weren't buying it, their expressions a mix of anger and suspicion.In the midst of the turmoil, one member shouted to an employee closeby, "Call security, now!" Panic spread as Mr. Patrick, cornered and desperate, swiftly revealed a hidden pistol. He grabbed a fellow board member who was sitting close to him, her eyes wide with fear, threatening to shoot if anyone approached."Back off! I'll shoot if you come any closer!" Mr. Patrick's voice was frantic, and he fired a shot into the ceiling, sending a shockwave of fe
The bustling city noise surrounded Logan as he walked away from the commotion at the firm building, contemplating the confusing events that had unfolded. His phone buzzed, breaking the silence as an unknown number flashed on the screen. Curiosity prevailing, Logan answered, only to be greeted by a familiar deep voice."Hey, buddy," the voice chuckled, sending a chill down Logan's spine. "Long time no see.""Who is this?" Logan questioned, his guard up.The laughter continued before the caller finally responded, "Come on, Logan, it's Baton. Your old buddy."Logan's brow furrowed. Baton, the leader of the bike gangsters he had tangled with in the past, wasn't someone he expected to hear from. "What do you want, Baton?"A sinister edge crept into Baton's tone. "Your dues, Logan. You owe us, and it's time to pay up."Logan's confusion deepened. "I'm not one of you. I gambled for you once, that doesn't make me part of your gang or justify why I should give you any money."Baton laughed str
As the nightfall approached, Logan's determination only strengthened. Taking a deep breath, he dialed the number Baton had used earlier. Baton's voice answered, gruff and expectant."Where should we meet?" Logan inquired, his tone steady.Baton, after a moment of contemplation, responded, "Where history was made years ago, Logan. The factory. Be there at midnight."Logan, hanging up the phone, felt a chill run down his spine. The factory, a place that held both the echoes of his father's tragic end and the impending confrontation with Baton and his gang.Planning with Sam, Logan urged him to inform the police but emphasized the need for a diversion. "Tell them to focus on the factory. It's where Baton wants to meet. It might buy me some time," Logan explained, the weight of the decision evident in his eyes.Sam, concerned but supportive, offered, "I can provide the money. We don't have to risk everything."Logan, however, shook his head. "No, Sam. I can handle this part. You've done e
As Baton's driver navigated through the city, Logan's confusion deepened. The distance from the factory, the potential safety of the police, seemed to grow with every passing moment. Sensing an opportunity to negotiate, Logan turned to Baton."Can't we work this out, Baton? Settle things without more trouble?" Logan suggested, his tone a blend of urgency and desperation.Baton, however, remained resolute. "There's no settling between us, Logan. You're a mistake from a job I did in the past."Realization dawned on Logan. Baton's grievance wasn't just with his father; it extended to whatever dark dealings had transpired at the factory. The ominous truth hung in the air, and Logan, grappling with the severity of the situation, tried another approach."I can pay you, Baton. A substantial amount. We don't have to end this way," Logan proposed, hopeful for a resolution that spared both their lives.Baton scoffed at the offer. "I'm not taking your money, Logan. This isn't just a job to me. I
Sam soon arrived at the hospital where Logan's grandfather was being treated. Urgency pushing him forward, he made his way to the room where Logan's grandfather, Mr. Clarkson, was being treated. The nurse who had called him was waiting at the entrance and accompanied him, her face etched with concern."Mr. Sam, please, he's been asking for Logan non-stop. I hope you can calm him down." She whispered as they made their way to the room where's he was being treated.Sam nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. As they entered the room, the beeping of machines and the antiseptic scent filled the air. Mr. Clarkson sat on the bed, an array of medical instruments tethered to him."Mr. Clarkson, I'm here. What's going on?" Sam questioned.Mr. Clarkson, his eyes filled with desperation, looked up at Sam, "Logan... Where is he? Is he safe?"Sam in response simply didn't want to bother him much. "He's safe, but you need to calm down. Your health is important."Mr. Clarkson, gripping t
As Baton's car rolled into the silent expanse of the factory, Logan's mind buzzed with the recent turn of events. His encounter with Baton had taken an unexpected twist, forging an unlikely alliance. The empty factory lot echoed the thoroughness of the police search that had taken place moments before they were just arriving.One of Baton's colleague still suspicious about the police lurking around secretly quickly asked his boss. "Boss, you think it's safe for us to be back here?"Baton, unfazed, replied, "We're not as smart as the police, remember? They would genuinely think we have no logical reason to return so we'll be fine son."As they stepped out of the car, the desolate surroundings suggested a sense of abandonment. Logan, guided by Baton's goons, couldn't help but marvel at the eerie emptiness, a stark contrast to the chaotic events that had transpired earlier.As Logan left the car, Baton leaned out the window, "My lawyer will prepare the documents Logan. I'd inform you onc
The soft morning light filtered through Logan's curtains, gently coaxing him awake. The events of the previous days flooded his consciousness, and with a sigh, he rose from his bed, determined to face the day ahead.Logan, dressing early and with a sense of purpose, hailed a cab to take him to the hospital where Sam and his grandfather were. The city buzzed around him, indifferent to the personal struggles that unfolded in the lives of its inhabitants.As Logan arrived at the hospital, the nurse from the previous night informed him that his grandfather was still resting. Accepting the news with a nod, Logan turned to leave, but a familiar voice called out to him."Logan!"Turning back, Logan saw Sam approaching, a mix of gratitude and concern in his eyes."I didn't expect you so early," said Sam, still surprised that Logan visited willingly without being invited. "I appreciate you taking this responsibility seriously."Logan, a wearied determination in his gaze, replied, "Well, whethe
Logan, grinning smiled as he responded saying, "Had to keep you waiting. It's a classic move."As they continued their leisurely stroll through the park, Aella, unable to contain her curiosity, finally asked Logan the question that had been lingering in the air."Okay, spill it, Logan. Why did you want us to meet today? You're sounding like someone who's about to deliver a farewell speech or something."Logan, a thoughtful expression on his face, replied, "No farewells, Aella. I just wanted to catch up with a friend from the normal world before everything changes."Aella, raising an eyebrow, questioned, "Everything changes? What are you talking about? You sound like you're planning to die or something."Logan, trying to explain the tricky situation he was in, explained, "It's not that dramatic. My life is about to change, probably very soon. I just wanted to share a moment with someone who knew me before all of this."Aella, not entirely understanding the gravity of Logan's words, shr