The engine purred as Logan's boss maneuvered his car through the dimly lit streets of Crescent Street, the city's labyrinth of secrets and stories. The pulsating neon lights and distant hum of traffic seemed a world away from the chaos of the canteen. The boss glanced at Logan, breaking the silence. "So, Logan, how long have you been in Crescent Street?"Logan leaned back in the passenger seat, his thoughts still swirling from the evening's events. "A little over two years now."His boss nodded thoughtfully but then corrected him gently, "Actually, I meant when did you move in, not when you started working at the canteen."Logan furrowed his brow, puzzled by the specific question. "Oh, I moved here about three years ago, not long before I started working at the canteen."The boss nodded again, seemingly satisfied with Logan's answer. He knew Logan was a private person, not one to divulge much about his personal life. Still, he couldn't help but be curious about his employee's past.C
Sighing deeply, Logan decided that a heartfelt apology was in order. He couldn't afford another 25% penalty from the system, and more importantly, he genuinely wanted to make things right with Aella.He glanced at the time and realized that she would likely be at her workplace, the bank, by now. With a determined resolve, Logan finished his breakfast and headed to work. As he reached the canteen, he approached Daniel with a request."Hey, Daniel," Logan began, "I need a huge favor. Can you cover for me for a bit today? There's somewhere I need to go."Daniel raised an eyebrow, skeptical of Logan's sudden request. "You know I can't just cover for you whenever you feel like it, right? What's so important?"Logan leaned in closer, his voice low. "It's personal, Daniel, and it's really important. Please, what are friends for?"Daniel hesitated for a moment, then relented with a sigh. "Alright, Logan, but don't make this a habit. Just make it quick."Logan nodded gratefully and quickly got
Logan hesitated for a moment, his internal struggle evident in his furrowed brow. He wanted to tell Daniel about the mysterious system, but his instincts told him to keep it a secret. The less people knew about it, the better."There is..." Logan began to say, but then he stopped himself, cutting his sentence short. He shook his head and sighed. "Never mind, Daniel. It's nothing."Daniel, no stranger to Logan's guarded nature, nodded in response. "Alright, Logan, I won't push. But remember, I'm here if you ever want to talk."Logan gave a small, appreciative smile, grateful for Daniel's understanding. "Thanks, Daniel."With that, Logan decided it was time to leave. He couldn't afford to waste any more time if he wanted to reconcile with Aella before the system's deadline. He thanked Daniel once more and hurriedly made his exit.Logan hailed a cab and headed back to the bank, determined not to fail this time. He knew that he had to make amends with Aella, and he couldn't afford another
The Jizzy Club was a world Logan had never ventured into before. The moment he stepped through its glitzy entrance, he was assaulted by a sensory overload unlike anything he had experienced. The club was a labyrinth of flashing lights, pulsating music, and a sea of people, each lost in their own world.Logan, who was unaccustomed to such places, found himself disoriented by the loud thumping of the music that seemed to penetrate every fiber of his being. He was jostled and pushed by the crowd, and the air was thick with the scent of perfumes and alcohol.Feeling overwhelmed, Logan stepped out of the main area, his heart pounding from the chaos inside. He quickly dialed Daniel's number, hoping for a lifeline."Daniel," Logan said urgently when his friend picked up. "I can't handle this place. It's insane in here."Daniel's voice came through reassuringly. "Don't worry, Logan. I'm almost there. Just wait outside for me."Logan nodded, though he knew Daniel couldn't see it. He stepped aw
Logan reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and nervously dropped it onto the table. It was all the money he had on him, and it was a significant amount. The tension in the room grew as both Logan and the boss eyed each other.The onlookers began to chant, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" but it wasn't a physical confrontation they were anticipating—it was a high-stakes game of blackjack.Logan's heart pounded in his chest as he picked up his cards. The boss revealed his first card—a king. Logan's own cards were a 5 and a 7. He was facing an uphill battle.The game progressed, each card drawn adding to the tension in the room. Logan tried to remember the rules he had explained earlier, but the pressure was getting to him. The boss, on the other hand, seemed confident, his moves deliberate and calculated.As the game continued, Logan found himself second-guessing his decisions. Should he hit or stand? The boss had a substantial lead, and it felt like the odds were stacked against hi
Logan stood there, caught between fear and uncertainty, as the biker gang leader addressed him. The dimly lit casino section of the Jizzy Club felt even more claustrophobic as the gangsters' eyes bore into him.The gang leader's voice was gruff but surprisingly calm. "Hey, kid, why were you about to leave without taking your earnings?"Logan hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He had been prepared to exit the situation quietly, hoping to avoid any further trouble. But now, with the gang leader's attention squarely on him, he had no choice but to respond."I... I wasn't interested in the money," Logan managed to say, his voice trembling ever so slightly.The gang leader leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto Logan's with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "No my friend, you won that money fair and square. You can do whatever you want with it."Logan hesitated for a moment, torn between his instinct to avoid any further confrontation and the gang leader's insis
As they stumbled out into the cool night air, Logan's speech was slurred, and he swayed unsteadily on his feet. "I'm rich!" he declared with an exaggerated enthusiasm.Daniel chuckled and shook his head. "Easy there, Logan. It's just $2000. Let's get you home."Logan grinned, his confidence boosted by the alcohol. He leaned on Daniel for support as they made their way through the dimly lit streets of Crescent Street, heading toward Logan's temporary residence at the hotel.As they walked, Logan continued to exclaim, "I'm rich!" while Daniel tried to calm him down, reminding him that it was a modest sum of money. They laughed and stumbled their way home, making their way through the streets of Crescent Street, their friendship stronger than ever after an unexpected and eventful night at the Jizzy Club, the events of the night becoming a hazy but unforgettable memory.Logan awoke the next day with a pounding headache that made him regret every sip of alcohol he had indulged in the previ
"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
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