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
"Gloz," Micah whispered, his voice barely audible even in the stillness of the cell. His lips formed the name like a sacred incantation, and his eyes remained fixed on Gloz's figure.Gloz's face was etched with weariness, bearing the scars of a thousand battles and the weight of a thousand sorrows. His eyes, once filled with vigor, had now grown dim, but they still held a spark of resilience.As Gloz's gaze met Micah's, something remarkable happened. A subtle transformation overtook Micah's features, a metamorphosis of emotions. At first, there was disbelief, as if he couldn't quite fathom that it was really Micah who was before him. But then, like a sunbeam breaking through stormy clouds, a radiant smile crept across Micah's face.In that moment, a torrent of emotions flooded through Micah, relief, joy, and an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. It was as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, replaced by an unshakeable resolve. "Gloz? Is that really you?
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