"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?
"No!" Gloz yelled."What do you mean by No?" Micah asked."I'm not telling you anything! You all are liars!" Gloz screamed"Hey man, calm down." Pinky said."I just cannot believe it! I didn't want to do it! But I couldn't bear to see my sister cry anymore." Gloz said and crouched on the floor.The others gathered around him and helped him sit up."You can trust me Gloz, tell me everything and I'll help you out of here." Micah said."I can't, man. I won't make that mistake again. My life is messed up! I can't believe it!" Gloz screamed bitterly."Gloz, I'm going to be honest with you, I wasn't arrested by accident." Micah confessed."You weren't? But you told us you didn't mean to give that old man something he was allergic to." Pinky said."That was an accident. But the truth is, one way or the other, I had every plan of getting arrested and ending up in this cell." Micah explained.Staring into his eyes, Gloz asked "What are you talking about?"Micah proceeded to tell them everythin
Micah and Gloz walked silently behind the officer. Micah was calm because he knew who the visitor was. On the other hand, Gloz felt confused. Who would want to visit him here? It could not be his siblings, could it? He asked internally, but quickly dismissed that thought. He didn't want to get his hopes high.Just as they arrived at the door of the visitor's room, the officer who was leading them, Officer Daniels gestured for Micah and Gloz to go in. The heavy metallic clang of the cell door echoed behind them as they entered the small room. Gloz's eyes darted nervously, taking in the cold atmosphere."Alright, Gloz, you've got 15 minutes with your visitor. Make it count," Officer Daniels said, his tone gruff but not unkind. He shot a stern glance at Gloz, who stood by, a silent spectator to the scene.Micah nodded with gratitude in his eyes. Gloz shifted uncomfortably, aware of the limited time allowed for this interaction with his yet to be seen visitor."Remember, Gloz, Keep it civ