"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
Micah froze. Whispers of concern rippled through the gathering as guests exchanged worried glances. Madam Arabella, the lady who had been sitting beside Sir Gerald, now in a state of shock, suddenly cried out, her voice breaking through the pleasant hum of the party."Does anyone have an EpiPen?" she screamed frantically, her eyes wide with panic.The room erupted into chaos. Dresses rustled, and tuxedos hurriedly converged on the stricken Sir Gerald. Desperate pleas echoed as attendees frantically searched their belongings, hoping to possess the lifesaving device. Anxiety hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the previously carefree atmosphere.Fortunately, the crisis found a reprieve. A woman in an elegant crimson gown stepped forward, clutching an EpiPen tightly in her hand. With unwavering composure, she quickly administered the epinephrine injection to Sir Gerald, plunging the device into his thigh. Gasps filled the room as the life-saving medicine began to take effect.I
The dimly lit corridor of the decrepit prison was a grim sight, with rusty bars and peeling paint on the walls. The air was heavy with the stench of desperation and despair. Micah, disoriented and bruised, had been forcibly dragged down this corridor by a pair of burly guards.As they reached a heavy, iron-clad door at the end of the corridor, Micah's heart pounded in his chest. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the guards roughly shoved him toward the cell.With a forceful push, Micah was thrown violently into the cell. Time seemed to slow as he soared through the air. He landed with a painful thud, his butt making first contact with the unforgiving stone floor. The impact sent a shockwave of pain through his spine, and he winced as he crumpled to the ground.The cell was dimly lit, and the only source of light came from a small, barred window high above. The clang of the heavy door slamming shut echoed through the chamber, sealing Micah inside. He slowly picked himself up, hi