Early the next day, Logan woke up with anticipation. The movers had promised to be there by 8 am, so he made sure everything was in order and that his belongings were neatly arranged as he had prepared the night before. He stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air, excited about his new life in the duplex.As the clock ticked towards 8 am, a large moving truck pulled into the parking lot. The vehicle was adorned with the logo of a well-known moving company, and the experienced crew hopped out, ready to assist Logan. They efficiently began the process of loading his possessions into the truck, their teamwork impressive.In the midst of the hustle and bustle, a woman who appeared to be the caretaker of the property approached Logan. She asked, "What's going on here? You're moving out?" Logan grinned, replying, "Yep, I'm hitting the road. Just like you wanted, right?" He added a little humor to the situation.The caretaker nodded, saying, "Well, we did discuss this,
Meanwhile, Eleanor, Logan's ex-girlfriend, sat in disbelief as she watched the news report about him. She hadn't seen or heard from him in quite some time, and his sudden acquisition of a luxurious duplex had left her astonished. She quickly dialed his number, her curiosity getting the better of her.Logan's phone rang, and he was startled when he saw Eleanor's name on the caller ID. They hadn't spoken since their last conversation, which had been far from amicable. He hesitantly answered the call, his voice calm as he greeted her, "Eleanor?"Eleanor's voice sounded a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Logan, were you really awarded that building? I can't believe my eyes, what's this I'm seeing on the news?"Logan replied, "Yes, it's me. It's quite a surprise for me too."Eleanor wasted no time in getting to the point. "Could we meet up, Logan? I'd like to talk, catch up, you know."Logan hesitated for a moment, considering the offer. He hadn't expected to hear from her, but he also real
Logan placed a sum of cash on the table, far more than the cost of their meal, and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Eleanor to contemplate her actions.Outside the restaurant, Logan scanned the bustling crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aella. He was torn between the desire to explain the awkward situation with Eleanor and the frustration of not being able to find her. The sea of people made it impossible to locate one person, and he guessed that Aella had already left for home.As he reluctantly made his way back home, he couldn't help but feel quite sorry for Eleanor. He'd guess he must have taken it too serious but couldn't reverse it and for some reasons, he was interested in seeing how she was doing. Yet, Aella's sudden appearance had stirred up old memories, and he regretted not being able to chat with her longer but knew he had enough time to do just that.Inside, Eleanor was feeling a mix of emotions. She was insulted by Logan's abrupt exit, wondering if he had walked
As Logan sat in his small kitchen, finishing a quick breakfast, he couldn't shake the feeling that life had taken another unexpected turn. The system, which had brought him both wealth and complications hadn't given him any new task yet and since he had grown accustomed to living that way, he felt bored of being idle. He had considered going out to look for employment, even if it meant something minor, to keep himself occupied and regain a sense of purpose. But before he could set his plans in motion, his phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.Hesitating for a moment, Logan finally answered. "Hello?"The voice on the other end was that of a concerned, middle-aged man. "Is this Mr. Logan?"Logan frowned, his curiosity piqued. "Yes, this is Logan. Who's calling?"The man identified himself as Dr. Samuel Harrison from St. Peter's Hospital, a name Logan hadn't heard before. His heart raced as he mentioned Aella's name."Do you know Aella Clarkson?" the doctor inquired.Logan's voice
Logan and Daniel decided to extend their impromptu reunion by heading to a nearby bar for drinks and food. It was a chance to catch up and enjoy some moments of relaxation. They entered the dimly lit establishment, with the low hum of conversations and soft jazz music playing in the background.After finding a suitable corner booth, they settled in and called the server to take their orders. Logan signaled for a couple of beers, and they decided to share a plate of nachos. The drinks arrived swiftly, and they clinked their glasses.As they sipped their drinks and munched on nachos, Logan couldn't help but be curious about the current situation at the canteen. He leaned in and asked Daniel, "So, what's the current state of the place?"Daniel took a sip of his beer, contemplating his response. "Well, from what I've heard, the main owner wants to sell the place. Can't say I blame him entirely, though. He's getting old, and he's got some health issues. Can't really manage his businesses a
The saleswoman's voice turned sharp as she scolded Logan, "I demand that you leave the suit and go!" Her loud objections drew the attention of the two gentlemen nearby, who walked over to the scene. One of the men reprimanded the saleswoman, saying, "You shouldn't embarrass potential customers like this." He then turned to Logan and asked, "What brings you here? Are you interested in buying the suit?"Logan, grateful for the intervention, explained, "She's been stopping me from buying it." The other gentleman supported Logan and told the saleswoman, "Step aside Fionna, let him examine the suit. We'll see if he can afford it. Can he try it on?"The saleswoman, still displeased, retorted, "Customers like him can't just try on suits without a deposit. I doubt he can afford it." The other two men exchanged surprised glances, taken aback by her judgment.Determined to prove himself, Logan reached into his wallet and carefully counted out the money. He sensed their skepticism as he placed
Logan walked through the early evening, still fuming over his encounter with the rude saleswoman. He couldn't believe how some people could behave so callously in this century, and he secretly hoped that she'd lose her job for her behavior. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows on the streets, Logan decided to take a leisurely stroll home. He thought the fresh air might help him clear his mind. However, as he moved further along the path, he couldn't help but notice two young men behind him. They walked with a strange urgency, and Logan couldn't shake the feeling that they had been following him since he left the boutique.He tried to wave off his negative thoughts, thinking he might be paranoid, but the feeling of being pursued persisted. As he turned into a narrow side road, he glanced back to see if they would stop following him. To his dismay, they continued down the narrow path without hesitation.Logan decided to hide momentarily behind a building, peeking ou
The bartender's curiosity was piqued, and he leaned in closer. "Can you describe these guys who did this to you?"Logan thought for a moment, trying to recall their features. "There were two of them," he began. "One was really skinny, and the other was a bit on the heavier side. The bigger one had some dark ink on his neck, like a tattoo or something."The bartender's eyes widened in recognition. "I think I know who you're talking about," he said, sounding surprised.Logan's interest was piqued. "You do? Who are they?"The bartender leaned in, lowering his voice. "How about a deal? I'll take you to them for a hundred bucks."Logan considered the offer. He knew he could afford it, and the chance to find out who was behind the attack was too tempting to pass up. "I'm in," he replied, determined to get to the bottom of this.The bartender smiled and leaned back, resuming his duties. "Great. My shift ends at 7 p.m. Wait for me, and we'll head over to meet these guys."Logan nodded, finish
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