As Logan urgently mentioned that the old man's life was in danger, Sam's demeanor shifted abruptly. Without waiting for further explanation, Sam bolted down the corridor, his colleagues trailing behind him. Logan, calling after them to wait, pursued them with desperation, eager to provide an explanation before any misunderstanding escalated.The chase led them to the old man's ward, where Susan was attentively attending to him. Sam arrived breathless, anxiety etched on his face. "Is he okay?" he urgently inquired, eyes searching Susan for reassurance.Susan, looking up from her duties, nodded with a small smile. "He's stable. No harm has befallen him."Relief washed over Sam's features. He turned to Logan, who had just arrived, and demanded, "What were you trying to tell me?"Logan, maintaining eye contact with Susan, subtly signaled to her that he had the situation under control. He then turned to Sam, adopting a tone of humor to diffuse the tension. "Well, you see, I was just about
After explaining to Susan, Logan turned to Sam. "Now, we need to find the hospital management."Sam, committed to the cause, nodded. "Let's find them."Leaving the old man's room, Logan and Sam embarked on a mission to find the hospital management. They approached nurses stationed at the reception, inquiring about who was in charge of the hospital."Excuse me," Logan began politely, "we need to speak with the person in charge of the hospital. Can you point us in the right direction?"The nurses exchanged glances, assessing the urgency in Logan's eyes. One of them finally gestured towards the administrative offices, providing directions to the manager's office.As Logan and Sam made their way through the labyrinthine corridors, they encountered several hospital staff members, each absorbed in their duties. At one point, they nearly walked into two individuals who raised Logan's suspicions."Sam, those are the gangsters from the corner," Logan whispered urgently, pulling Sam away to avo
As the night descended, Logan and Sam discreetly moved the old man from the hospital, shrouded in darkness and hidden from prying eyes. The public announcement of the old man's demise, even reaching the news, served as a strategic move to bolster the credibility of their ruse.Sam, following Logan's advice, allowed the news to circulate widely, creating an atmosphere of mourning for the supposed passing of the influential figure. The anticipation of the gangsters' reaction hung in the air as they awaited the crucial hours of the night.Meanwhile, Susan, the nurse, had endured a day filled with anxiety. As her shift ended at 8 pm, she returned home, her heart gripped by the fear that the gangsters might not keep their end of the bargain or, worse, discover the old man's survival.The tension reached its peak when a black vehicle suddenly pulled up before her building. Susan, initially frozen in fear, heard her son's voice, and relief flooded through her. She rushed outside to witness h
Sam patted Logan's shoulders, a subtle reassurance that lingered as Logan turned to his meal. Urgency pulsed in the air as they finished their dinner, and Sam motioned for Logan to follow him upstairs."Logan, eat quickly. We've got a big day ahead," Sam urged and after Logan was done, lead the way.As they ascended to their hotel room, Sam's voice lingered in Logan's mind. "Sleep early. Everything will be explained tomorrow."The dim hotel room offered little solace as Logan lay in bed, wrestling with thoughts that refused to be silenced. The weight of uncertainty pressed upon him, questioning the motives behind his sudden entanglement in a web of corporate intrigue. The more he pondered, the more elusive sleep became.Hours slipped away, and the night unfolded in a restless dance. Logan found himself questioning the true intentions behind Sam's plan. If recognized as the old man's son, would he indeed inherit everything? The notion gnawed at him, creating a gnawing fear that refused
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