"Has anyone seen Logan today?" the boss inquired.The coworkers exchanged uncertain glances before one of them spoke up. "Actually, I haven't seen him come in today."The boss's frown deepened, and he returned to Daniel. "Daniel, it seems like Logan hasn't arrived at all today. Why didn't you mention that earlier?"Caught in his lie, Daniel stammered, "I thought he might come in later. I didn't want to cause unnecessary concern."The boss's expression hardened. "Honesty is crucial in our workplace, Daniel. You should have informed me immediately. As a consequence, 1/3 of your salary will be deducted this month for your dishonesty."Daniel's face paled as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had only wanted to protect his friend, but his actions had backfired, and now he was facing the consequences of his deceit.After finalizing the details with the bank manager, Logan took the manager's suggestions to heart and agreed to open an account that would allow him to earn a percenta
Saturday, a day of leisure for most, was never Logan's favorite day of the week. With no work to occupy his time, he often found himself alone in his small apartment, attempting to stave off boredom with video games. But today was different. He needed to retrieve his belongings, including his laptops and some clothes, which were all stored at his home where Tyler and his gang resided.Logan hailed a cab, the yellow vehicle pulling over to the curb. He climbed inside, giving the driver the address of his old apartment building. A sense of unease lingered in the back of his mind, but he told himself that his rivalry with Carter and his gang had likely ended after their recent encounter at the bar.As the cab pulled up in front of his old building, Logan paid the fare and stepped out onto the familiar street of Crescent Street. He hadn't visited this place in days, and his neighbors hadn't seen him around. One of them, a friendly woman who lived in the apartment opposite his, approached
As he browsed through various listings, one building caught his eye. It was a modest, no-frills apartment complex not too far from his current location. The rent was reasonable, and it had all the essentials he needed: a bedroom, a sitting room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Logan didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself, so a simple, unassuming place suited him just fine.With a sense of determination, Logan contacted the building's management to inquire about availability. They quickly responded, arranging a meeting with the building's lawyer to finalize the rental agreement.Logan arrived at the building later that day, meeting with the lawyer who had prepared the necessary documents. They went over the terms of the lease, discussing rent and security deposits. Logan was eager to secure the apartment as soon as possible, and he agreed to the terms without hesitation.Once the paperwork was completed, Logan was handed a set of keys to his new apartment. It was a small but s
Logan stood in the dimly lit entrance of the Rusty Anchor, where the air was thick with smoke and the atmosphere was charged with tension. He had been brought here by the biker gang, and he couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water in this seedy establishment.One of the bikers approached Logan and guided him further into the venue. The moment they stepped inside, the cacophony of sounds hit Logan like a wave. Loud music pulsed through the air, and neon lights danced across the walls, creating a surreal and disorienting ambiance. The patrons were a motley crew of individuals who seemed to have little in common except for their love of risk and adventure.As Logan navigated through the crowd, the bikers introduced him to their opponents, members of a rival gang. The rival gang wasted no time in mocking Logan, their jeers and taunts echoing in his ears. They belittled him, questioning his ability to play the game."Is this the best you've got?" one of them sneered, gesturing towar
Logan's heart raced as the roar of the motorcycle engine faded into the distance. He stood in front of his shabby apartment building, the flickering streetlight casting eerie shadows on the cracked pavement. The encounter with the biker gang member, who had introduced himself as Vin, had left him shaken to his core. The stakes were higher than he had ever imagined, and Logan knew he needed to tread carefully.As he climbed the creaky stairs to his apartment on the second floor, Logan's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Vin's words echoed in his ears: "Playing games for us wasn't enough, Logan." He had been vague about the nature of their operation, but Logan sensed that it was something far more dangerous than the petty crimes he had engaged in thus far.Inside his dimly lit apartment, Logan collapsed onto his worn-out couch. He reached for a crumpled pack of cigarettes on the coffee table and lit one, inhaling deeply as he contemplated his predicament. He had always known that gettin
Eleanor pushed her plate aside, hardly touching her meal, and stood up abruptly. Without a word, she stormed out of the bar, leaving with her friends. Logan watched her exit with a mix of surprise and relief. It seemed his comedic efforts had finally worked, driving Eleanor to an unexpected exit.Turning his attention back to Aella, Logan found her smiling and seemingly unfazed by the dramatic exit. They finished their lunch in peace, sharing stories and laughter. It was as if Eleanor's presence had never cast a shadow over their table.As they stepped out of the restaurant, Aella's phone rang. She answered it with a bright, affectionate tone, saying, "Hey, Honey, how's your day going?" They talked for awhile, while Logan stood closeby watching them as he was uncomfortable with her enthusiastic response to the conversation with the unknown caller.Logan's heart sank as he overheard Aella's sweet endearment for her boyfriend. He could deduce this from her expression and mood, both of w
The events of the previous night weighed heavily on Logan's mind as he lay in his new apartment, trying to get some rest. He had attempted to communicate with the enigmatic system that had given him the task to expose the gang's secret but had received no response. Frustration and curiosity gnawed at him, but he had decided to put it aside for the night and get some much-needed sleep.Morning came quickly, and Logan found himself reluctantly climbing out of bed. Even with the financial cushion in his bank account, he knew he couldn't afford to get lazy at home. He needed a job to keep himself occupied and avoid dwelling on the troubles he had left behind on Crescent Street.Logan hurriedly dressed and made his way to the canteen where he had secured employment. He hailed a cab, and it wasn't long before he arrived at his workplace. As he paid the cab driver and turned to head towards the canteen entrance, his heart sank.Carter and his friends were loitering near the canteen's entranc
Daniel's confusion deepened as Logan continued to wear that enigmatic smile. "Logan, seriously, what's going on?" he whispered, trying to keep their conversation private.Logan leaned closer to Daniel and spoke in a hushed tone. "Don't worry, Daniel. You'll understand soon enough. For now, let's get back to work before our boss catches us standing idle."Daniel nodded, still baffled but trusting Logan's judgment. They returned to their respective tasks, but Logan couldn't help himself. He had to keep Tyler and his friends on edge.Logan strolled over to the transparent glass door of the canteen, his eyes locked onto Tyler and his crew outside. He began making threatening signs, mimicking actions of someone not to be messed with. Tyler and his friends responded with their own aggressive gestures, signaling that Logan was in for trouble.The tension in the air grew palpable, and Logan knew it wouldn't be long before the biker gangster he had called arrived. He had provoked Tyler and his
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