Junior and Elise took a trip to the Miller family beach house. It was Thursday and they decided to start their weekend early.Nestled upon a gentle rise of golden sand, the Miller family beach house stood as a sanctuary of relaxation and joy. A charming two-story structure with weathered shingles, it boasted a whitewashed exterior that glistened in the sunlight. The house was surrounded by a flourishing garden, where vibrant flowers danced in the coastal breeze. Tall sea grasses swayed gracefully at the edges of the property, creating a natural boundary between the Miller's haven and the sprawling beach beyond. A small trail from the front of the house to the beach made it easy to take relaxing walks by the water. Thick mounds of sand with sea oats and wildflowers kept the house separated from the beach, keeping the shoreline looking beautiful.The rhythm of the waves provided a soothing soundtrack to the days, lulling one into a state of tranquility as they basked in the sun or gat
Junior raised his head and followed Elise's gaze to the gate of the beach house. A swarm of reporters had gathered, each one armed with cameras and microphones, jostling for position to capture the unfolding scene. They were like a pack of hungry wolves waiting for their prey.Elise turned to Junior, her expression a mix of frustration and exasperation. "Can you believe this? We can't even get a moment of peace here!"Junior sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "I see them. We'll have to deal with it somehow."Elise urged Junior to just drive in and ignore the reporters, but he shook his head. "If I do that, they might press themselves into the car, and someone could get hurt."A determined look crossed Junior's face as he made up his mind. "I'll grant them an interview. That might satisfy their curiosity and get them to back off."As they approached the gate, Junior rolled down the window, and a cacophony of questions and camera clicks greeted them. He plastered on a
"What exactly are you talking about?" Junior inquired."Well, it appears that no member of the family has been seen publicly after the incident. It's almost as if they've vanished into thin air." The reporter answered."To be honest, I don't care. They can choose to appear or not, my business with them is over. And ladies and gentlemen, I've had a really long day. Have a great evening." Junior said signaling that the interview was over. As the reporters began to disperse, Junior finally turned to Elise with a grin. "See? Not so bad, right?"Elise rolled her eyes but couldn't help but chuckle. "I guess you're not as green as I thought when it comes to handling the press."Junior shrugged. "Sometimes you just have to roll with it."With a last glance at the retreating reporters, Junior pulled through the gate and parked the car. The beach house's tranquility was finally restored, and they could once again enjoy their private getaway.Elise and Junior walked into the house.The rich arom
Emily stepped gracefully into the living room dressed in a floor length navy blue evening dress with delicate lace embroidery exuded a refined charm. The off-shoulder neckline added a touch of sophistication, while the subtle train trailed behind her, leaving a trail of whispered admiration in her wake. Completing the ensemble, she wore a pair of diamond drop earrings that caught the light with every step, enhancing her regal appearance.Beside her stood Mansion. He wore a tailored black tuxedo that fit him like a glove. A white dress shirt with a black bowtie provided a striking contrast, while his patent leather shoes gleamed beneath the dance floor's shimmering lights. The glint of his cufflinks matched the twinkle in his eyes.Junior chose a modern yet timeless look, donning a charcoal gray three piece suit that showcased elegance. The suit jacket, slightly tailored, complemented his build, while the crisp white dress shirt underneath emphasized his attention to detail. His tie, a
"Something isn't right." Emily repeated for the second time."The party had gone too smoothly." Mansion replied."The sleek black car glided down the dimly lit city streets, the soft hum of the engine forming a backdrop to the quiet tension within. Mansion sat in the plush leather seat, his fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh. Beside him, Emily stared out the window, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion. Junior leaned back in his seat, seemingly lost in thought.The three had just left Vincent Vincenzo's extravagant party. As the server maneuvered through the winding roads, the silence inside the car was palpable, a stark contrast to the raucous affair they had left behind."Well, that was... unexpected," Mansion ventured, his tone laced with a hint of skepticism. Emily turned her gaze towards him, her eyes narrowing slightly."You expected something to happen, didn't you?" Emily's voice trembled with a mixture of apprehension and accusation. Mansion shifted uncomfortably in
"But how do we connect it to him?" Emily asked."I don't know yet, but I'm sure we'll figure it out." Junior answered."What about the press?" Elise inquired."The press?" Junior asked."Yes," she began tentatively, "how do you plan to deal with the press?"Junior looked up, his gaze meeting Elise's concerned eyes. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and clasped his hands together. "Elise, I've been careful about who knows the truth. As of now, only my mother, the attending doctors, the police and I are aware that my father has been shot.""You've notified the police?" Elise asked."Yes, I did that not long after we got here." Junior answered.Elise nodded, still anxious. "But what if someone from the hospital talks? These situations have a way of leaking, Junior."Junior's voice grew more confident. "I've spoken with the doctors and the hospital staff. They're bound by strict confidentiality. They won't disclose anything to anybody, especially not to the press."Suddenly, a sharp
Inside Junior's office, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. The large mahogany desk was cluttered with financial reports. Elise sat across from Junior, her expression a mix of concern and disbelief.Junior leaned forward, studying the financial statements from D'Premium branch. "Elise," he began, his voice low and contemplative, "this is a disaster waiting to happen. How did things get this bad?"Elise sighed deeply, her eyes fixed on the damning figures on the papers in front of her. "I wish I knew, Junior," she replied, frustration evident in her voice. "The theft at D'Premium has been going on for months, possibly even longer. It's as if someone had a free pass to our vault."Junior's brow furrowed as he traced his finger along a graph showing a steep decline in profits. "But how could it go unnoticed for so long? We have audits, security measures, and a dedicated team for this."Elise nodded, her fingers tapping nervously on the table. "I've been reviewing the audit reports, an
Micah Macmatthew stood inside the kitchen of Mrs Lois Carson.Mrs Lois Carson was a captivating enigma, a solitary figure whose story intrigued the city.Mrs Carson, as she insisted everyone address her, was a woman of undeniable elegance and grace. Her home, an old Victorian house adorned with ivy and blooming roses, stood as a testament to her impeccable taste. Yet, what truly set her apart was her title, Mrs. A title she clung to with unwavering determination, despite never having been married.Rumors swirled about Mrs Carson's past. Some claimed she had once been a dashing debutante who had spurned countless suitors, while others whispered of a long-lost love whose memory she held dear. Regardless of the truth, she wore her 'Mrs.' with pride.She possessed an air of mystery that enchanted others. With a mane of silver hair and piercing blue eyes, Mrs Carson seemed to belong to a bygone era. Her home was an exquisite treasure trove of antiques and curiosities from around the world
The warehouse which Micah and the thieves were supposed to meet Vincent Vincenzo stood in silent neglect.The creaking doors, reluctantly swaying in the breeze, echoed with a ghostly memory of bustling activity. "This place looks empty." Micah commented."Don't worry, they'll be here soon." Alan said."Waiting for me?" A voice from asked said.The four of them turned, it was Vincent Vincenzo.He emerged, clad in a tailored charcoal suit that seemed to absorb the ambient light. The sharp angles of his attire mirrored the calculating expression etched across his face. As he stepped forward, the faintest smirk played on his lips, casting an ominous shadow over the encounter.Vincent Vincenzo's demeanor shifted imperceptibly as his eyes fell upon Micah. The steely resolve in his expression gave way to a flicker of recognition, quickly replaced by a thinly veiled disdain. "What is he doing here?" Vincent asked angrily."What is who doing here?" Alan asked."Are you stupid? What is MacMa
"Vincent Vincenzo?" Junior yelled.They were sitting inside Junior's car in the parking lot at D'premium branch.Micah had arrived at work earlier than normal and he had called Elise and Junior to fill them in as usual."I can't believe it! Elise exclaimed."It all makes sense now." Junior mused. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place. His brows furrowed, and a slow, subtle grin tugged at the corners of his lips. It was the expression of revelation, a mix of surprise and understanding, etched across his face like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness."You know what? Things just got better." Junior said after a while."Everything ends today." Elise said."Everything ends today." Junior repeated in a lower tone."Here," Elise said, handing over the bag which contained the remaining two wristwatches to Micah. "Take it to them and let them lead you to Vincent, text us the address immediately you can, okay?""Okay." Micah r
Alan froze, his hand still clutching a stolen item. Sam stumbled backward, knocking over a stack of boxes. Winner, caught in the act of stuffing his bag, looked like a deer caught in headlights.Time hung suspended as Micah's gaze bore into each of them. Alan's palms grew clammy, Winner stammered incoherently, and Sam's face paled. The air was thick with tension as guilt painted their expressions, a tableau of wrongdoing.Micah's voice sliced through the silence, demanding an explanation. The three of them exchanged furtive glances, unable to conjure a convincing response. The room felt smaller, the weight of their misdeeds pressing down on them.In that stolen moment of confrontation, fear etched lines on Alan, Winner, and Sam's faces, weaving an unforeseen twist into the story of their ill-fated heist."Why are you doing this, guys?" Micah asked.Panicking, Alan stammered, "Micah, it's not what it looks like! I was just rearranging the inventory for better organization. You see, I n
"Micah, that suggestion of yours in the meeting was brilliant," Alan commended when they got to where Micah, Kelly and Sam were standing.Sam concurred by nodding appreciatively and Winner chimed in with praises for Micah.Alan then said, "Well, I must say, our suggestions were good too. Mr Black just needs to think outside of the box to see it," a hint of mischief in his eyes.Ben was able to stiffle his laugh when he heard that statement, Kelly on the other hand couldn't help the smirk that formed on her face. Curiosity flickered in Alan's gaze as he turned to Kelly. "Got something to add?" he inquired. Kelly, however, simply brushed off the question, choosing to ignore him.Sensing a hint of tension, Ben interjected with a diplomatic suggestion. "How about we all put our creative minds together over lunch? We can continue brainstorming in a more relaxed setting.""Great idea." Kelly said walking away with the others behind her.…When they entered the cafeteria, Kelly opted for a
It was almost lunch time, suddenly, the intercom crackled to life, its echo filling the bustling office."Attention, team members," a steady voice announced. "Please gather in the conference room for an important meeting. Your presence is requested promptly. Thank you." The hum of activity ceased as employees exchanged curious glances, abandoning their desks to follow the unspoken call.Micah, Kelly, and Ben huddled near the door, exchanging puzzled glances as the announcement echoed through the office, summoning all workers to the conference room. The hum of speculation buzzed in the air.Micah, with a raised eyebrow, asked, "Any idea what this meeting could be about?"Kelly, tapping her pen against her notebook, shrugged. "Could be anything. Maybe they're finally addressing the mystery of the disappearing office supplies."Micah kept mute, feigning innocence and for the second time in less than 30 minutes, he raised an eyebrow at Kelly's casual remark.Micah, maintaining his compose
It was way past closing hours and Micah was yet to see anything or be approached by anyone. He would have called it a day but he wasn't tired yet, also, he intended to fulfill his promise to Sam.To help him stay fully awake, he decided to get coffee. Thankfully, the building was empty, so he wasn't afraid of having a repeat of the incident which had happened the previous day.When he was getting closer to the storage room, Micah heard voices, he paused. The voices paused too.Micah simply shrugged and continued on his way, but then, he heard the voices again and decided to turn back.On tiptoes, Micah made his way to the door of the storage room. His hand trembled as it grasped the cold metal handle of the storage room door. The hinges creaked in protest as he slowly swung it open, revealing a scene that stole his breath. His eyes widened, pupils dilating in disbelief, as the stark fluorescent light spilled into the room, casting an eerie glow. A gasp escaped his lips, and for a mom
Micah strolled into the company. He was just about to enter his work area when he was stopped by Mr Black."Good morning Sir." Micah said. However, he got no response."I completed Janet's task yesterday. You can go and confirm if you'd like. Also, I know the incident yesterday must have painted me in a bad light, but I want to assure you, that is not who I am. It was an accident, I am not clumsy and what happened yesterday will never repeat itself again."Mr Black just kept on staring at him, so he asked "Can I go now?" He didn't feel comfortable under the manager's intense scrutinizing gaze."Micah, what are you really doing here?" Mr Black finally asked."I beg your pardon?" Micah replied."I said, what are you really doing here?" The manager asked again.Micah's palms grew clammy as his manager's piercing gaze bore into him. The air seemed to thicken as he fumbled for words, anxiety tightening his throat. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, betraying the composed facade he had
"I have and in the most unfortunate circumstances." Micah replied.Letting out a chuckle, Kelly said, "I doubt there's anyone in this company who met Janet in fortunate circumstances. However, I'd like to hear your own unfortunate encounter, tell me all about it."Micah proceeded to tell her what had truly happened and when he was done, Kelly scoffed."There was really no point trying to explain your side of the story to Mr Black." She said."Why? What do you mean?" Micah asked curiously."For one thing, it's a known secret that Janet and Mr Black are in a relationship." Kelly answered.Micah's eyes shot up as realization dawned on him. "No wonder." He mused."Mr Black will always take Janet's side. So I'll advise you to try and avoid further encounters with her. Also, it's best if you head to her table first. In Fact, go right now and should also go along with two cups of coffee, you're going to need them." Kelly advised."And why's that?" Micah asked."Knowing Janet, I can confident
Micah was tired. He never knew packaging wristwatches could be that stressful.Micah's eyes, which had been vibrant and full of life just that morning, now held the heavy burden of exhaustion. Deep, dark circles etched beneath them, telling a tale of his need to sleep and his restlessness. Shoulders slouched, as if carrying the weight of the world, Micah moved with a sluggish rhythm, each step echoing the struggle against the invisible forces pulling him down.He was thirsty and decided to get water. And coffee as well, to help him stay awake for the remaining one hour before his closing time for the day.He had gotten his drinks and was on his way back when the least thing he was expecting happened.His mind was consumed by the need to finish his packaging before closing hours, he rounded a corner only to collide with a lady adorned with vibrant red hair who had been walking too fast. The collision unfolded in an unfortunate symphony of mishap. The contents in Micah's hands, water