Perhaps, he had heard wrongly or he must have hit his head somewhere. Whatever the case, he needed to come up with something lest he be certified as crazy."Hello, is there somewhere there?" Logan called out.There was a tingling sensation as his temples began throbbing."That's it. I must have hit my head really bad." Logan said as he tried to stand up.He groaned loudly as he did. His body rocked with so much pain than he could bear. It was all fuzzy as he reached for anything close to him for support.Eventually, the table closest to him proved the support he needed and he found himself leaning over the table for support."Hello, host." The voice from earlier suddenly says."Ah! Who's there?" He questioned again. "Power system uploading in 3...2....1.." Then came the blaring sound in his head as he screamed and placed both of his palms over his ears, covering them to prevent him from running himself over.It frightened him as much as it was strange. To hear a voice in his head, th
Logan got onto the road as he resumed his long trek to his workplace. He would have to figure out a way around all of this and maybe ask his boss for an upfront since he had been robbed dry. He made his way there rapidly. As he came around the corner to his office, he saw that Carter and his cronies were all around the area on their motorbikes and the car they patrolled around with. He would have to pass around them to get to the canteen but there was no way he could do this without them noticing him. To think that whatever it was that had possessed his mind had asked him to confront Carter. Could it not see that the guy was scary and he was no more than a coward? How could he ever do that without getting beaten up?It had to be his alter ego. There was no power system and he was merely the weakling he would always be.He took a deep breath as he noticed now that Eleanor was nowhere in sight. That would lessen his embarrassment as he briskly walked around."Oh, someone seems to hav
"So, you've finally come for your missed treat?" Carter asked him suddenly."Has anyone ever mentioned that you're a barbaric idiot?" Logan asked him suddenly.That emitted gasps and confusion from the rest of the bullies as they would never in their wild dreams think of Logan being this bold. They themselves feared the guy like dread as he seemed really scary."Did you say something?" Carter asked him with a frown on his face."I mean no disrespect but your personality is awful. You keep going around and acting all big and bad bully but I tell you what, people also find you a horrible person." Logan rattled off.He was trying to outwit the guy by making him very provoked and he sought after his weaknesses. He needed to be certain that he could actually get him off guard as right now Carter was watching him closely."Have you been drinking?" Carter asked him, totally amazed by his defiance as he looked up towards the canteen. "Hey, manager! I think your staff has been drinking on duty
Logan finished off from the locker room and restored his phone where it used to be. It was time to go back to his job and focus. Daniel noticed his elated mood and wondered what was the matter."Did the manager give you a raise or something?" He asked Logan.Logan showed signs of confusion."A raise?" He asked the other guy."I mean, look at you. You are so excited like you just got a lottery for yourself. It can only be a raise." Daniel said to him."What if I'm just happy that I got to stand up for myself for once in my life?" Logan asked him."Oh, you mean when you signed your death certificate? Certainly. Look out there, Carter has been threatening hell. See that white handkerchief he left outside, it's for you. A sign you're done for." Daniel said to him.Only now did Logan look up and see the handkerchief outside the canteen on the ground. He could not see the goons though and wondered where they were."What about Carter and his men?" He asked Daniel."Gone to access the damage
Logan was abashed. He could not believe what had happened but chose to think more about the situation at hand than his newly acquired powers. That was certainly something he would be looking forward to working out but until he does that, he would have to wait and see how far he can get away from the goons.One or two of them were already rising up. They glared at him distastefully. From the corner of his eyes, he saw another pick up a club and he knew he was ultimately done for. Or wait...The system was a power activator, right? Logan started to wonder if by any chance it would still fill him up with the much power as it had earlier. He did not want to be disappointed at all or to say the least, pushed around. He also did not want to spend time figuring out what probably was non-existent.One of them now made a move towards him."And where do you all think you're going to?" The other guy that was still trying to raise Carter over his back with the help of another asked them."Well,
As the girl revealed her painful story, Logan's empathy and anger surged. He couldn't stand idly by when someone had suffered such an injustice. Determination etched on his face, he said, "We can't let him get away with this. We need to report him."Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and she hesitated for a moment before nodding. She whispered, "Okay, let's go." She stood up, and with trembling hands, she took Logan's hand.Logan felt the warmth of her hand in his, and it strengthened his resolve. He couldn't turn his back on her or let her face this ordeal alone. "No one deserves to be treated like this," he said firmly.She squeezed his hand, grateful for his support. "Thank you for helping me," she whispered.Logan led her toward the manager's office, their footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. Along the way, he couldn't help but notice the torn state of her dress and the smudged makeup on her face. It pained him to see her in such a condition.Without a second thought, Logan be
As they continued their journey towards justice, the atmosphere in the bank seemed to change. The once sterile and imposing environment now held the promise of change and redemption. Logan and the girl walked side by side, their steps echoing in the hallowed halls of the bank, ready to confront the darkness that had plagued them both.Logan and the lady stood just a few steps away from the manager's office, the weight of the situation pressing on them. But then, a rush of thoughts flooded Logan's mind, causing him to pause and consider the scenario more carefully.In his imagination, he pictured himself bursting into the manager's office, his voice raised in anger, accusing the manager of unspeakable deeds. The girl would follow suit, shouting that he had molested her. But Logan knew deep down that such a reckless approach wouldn't lead to justice. Instead, it would likely make them appear irrational, and nobody would take their accusations seriously. They'd end up making fools of the
As the manager and Logan's eyes briefly met, the manager composed himself and approached Logan, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. He inquired, "Are you lost or looking for someone specific?"Logan maintained his composure and replied casually, "I'm okay, thanks. I've already found the person I was looking for," subtly referring to Aella.The manager nodded, a hint of suspicion hidden behind his facade, and walked back to his office. Logan watched him closely, frowning as the manager distanced himself from him. He knew that his interactions with the manager had now placed him under the manager's scrutiny, but he couldn't afford to back down now.Leaving the office, Logan took the elevator downstairs and made his way to the exit. However, just as he was about to step out, the bank lady who had directed him to the manager earlier called out to him. He hesitated for a moment but then stopped and turned back, walking closer to her, though he had no real desire to engage with her, given her p
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