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
Logan's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Mr. Williams' piercing gaze on him. Swallowing nervously, Logan debated whether to make a swift exit before the trial began. However, the guards were already ushering Mr. Williams forward, directing him to the accused stand. The courtroom seemed to tighten its grip around Logan, making any attempt to leave inconspicuously impossible.As the trial commenced, Logan sat back down, his eyes darting nervously between the judge, the lawyers, and Mr. Williams. He desperately wished he could disappear from the courtroom, especially when he noticed Mr. Williams whispering something to his lawyer. Fear gnawed at Logan as he imagined Mr. Williams revealing his involvement in the arrest.Logan's apprehension intensified when Mr. Williams' lawyer requested that he be allowed to speak for himself. The judge granted the request, and Logan's stomach churned as Mr. Williams stepped forward, a defiant glint in his eyes.The judge began reading the charges a
The next morning, the sunlight spilled into Logan's apartment, signaling the beginning of a new day. He rose from his bed, his mind already buzzing with the tasks ahead. Today was the day he would meet Mr. Peterson to make his managerial position official, and a wave of anticipation washed over him.After his usual morning routine and a quick breakfast, Logan dressed in his most professional attire. Today held a significance beyond just a job—it was a step toward a more secure future. As he stood in front of the mirror adjusting his tie, thoughts of the white vehicle he had eyed for a while crept into his mind.For a moment, Logan debated the idea of finally getting himself a car. The canteen job provided the perfect cover for acquiring one without drawing unnecessary attention. With a determined nod, he decided that after the meeting with Mr. Peterson, he would explore the possibility of becoming a proud car owner.Exiting his apartment building, Logan walked to the edge of the stree
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