Bill stood next to the lawyer, who was seated directly opposite Oliver. The case had been successfully adjourned just as they had planned, which gave them more time to restrategize.The case was a scare for Oliver, especially with the rate of escalation, but now that it had been slowed, they'd have more time to brainstorm on how to stop Pascal and Donavan."I didn't know Reynold had so many crimes tied to his neck," Oliver expressed. "Honestly, before the police came in, I'd expected the worst, though I knew the contingency plan was in place."Thompson smiled, shaking his head slowly as he listened to Oliver while Bill just stuck with silence. More often than not, he preferred to be a listener, a watcher, the one who faded into the background.Pressing his glasses closer to his nose with his index finger, Thompson began. "It wasn't an easy task to perform, but we pulled it off, fortunately. Reynold's source of wealth had always begged questioning, but no one had paid mind to it until
Donavan leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished mahogany table as a man made his way into the office.Donavan's head shot up in anticoagulation, a glint in his eyes as he stared. The driver, nervously shuffling his feet, relayed the details of the successful mission."Boss, I did what you asked," He stuttered, his eyes lingering on the floor. The guilt weighed on his shoulder, although this wasn't his first rodeo m "Thompson's car got hit real bad. He's gone."Donavan eyed the driver with a scrutinizing gaze, assessing the sincerity in his words. "Are you sure? Did you check?""Yeah, boss, I swear. I checked. He ain't breathing no more."A sly smile played on Donavan's lips as he contemplated the success of his scheme. It was relieving to know that Oliver was trapped once more. "Good. You'll get the rest of your payment soon. But remember, this stays between us. Loose lips sink ships, my friend. Also, did anyone see you? That intersection was a bli
A new judge was assigned to the case after Reynold was arrested. This time, the plaintiff wanted to do a thorough job, so the next best man it could ever be assigned to was McCurdy Jacobs, one of the best and most influential judges in town.McCurdy is known for his strictness, always addressed as the no-nonsense man who'd do anything to get to the bottom of a case. And so it happened, the Oliver case was brought to him with high expectations. Jacobs' assistant walked into his office with the file containing every single information about the case.Jacobs looked up, peering through his glasses at this unexpected intrusion. He raised a brow as the document was tendered before him. "This is everything about the case," He relayed calmly. "In case you need additional information, I'd be at your beck and call, sir."Pulling the file close, Jacob perused over the file for a brief moment, trying to get the overall story. Nothing about the documentation seemed right, and he could immediately
Pascal barged into Donavan's office. Yet again, something was posing a threat to their plans. It was unsettling to think of what happened the last time repeating itself. It would break him.Ever since the death of his mother, reclaiming his position in the Lionheart family had been his only goal. He owed her that. He owed himself that. Pascal took a seat after Donavan's secretary told him he hadn't arrived yet. He could barely regain control over his hand. They shook uncontrollably, and he couldn't stop tapping his legs aggressively. Nothing about him was settled. He needed to hear from Donavan in person and deliberate over the next course of action.They needed to stay one step ahead of Oliver this time, or they were fucked. Everything they'd worked for would crumble if the plan went to rumbles this time around.Unable to withstand the pressure anymore, Pascal tucked his hands in his pockets and pranced the room. The tension building inside of him threatened to explode. He took the
The phone trembled in Judge Jacobs' hand as he dialed the number from Oliver's file. It rang a few times before a voice on the other end answered, "Oliver Lionheart's office. This is Bill speaking, his secretary. How may I help you?"Jacobs hesitated for a moment, the weight of his decision settling heavily on his shoulders. "This is Judge Jacobs. I'd like to speak with Oliver. It's urgent."Bill, sensing the urgency of the situation, felt a knot tighten in his stomach. "Judge Jacobs, it's a surprise to hear from you. Oliver is still in detention. Is everything alright?"Jacobs hesitated once again, contemplating how much to reveal. "I need to discuss something with Oliver in person. It's of utmost importance. Can we arrange a meeting?"Bill furrowed his brows, detecting an underlying tension in Jacobs' voice. "Of course, Judge Jacobs. We can meet in n the detention room in two hours. Will that work for you?"Bill had been outside the police station for as long as he could remember, b
The metallic clank of the detention room door echoed as Bill entered with a weary expression. The past few days have been quite a rollercoaster ride, and the shadows were taking constant hits from a small organization now aware of Oliver's absence."Yo, boss!" Bill announced his presence, killing the distance between them and settling on the iron chair before Oliver.Oliver looked up, his eyes reflecting the turmoil he tried to mask. This session had been the longest he'd ever experienced, and somehow, he let Pascal get to him. Over countless times, he found himself replaying Pascal's words in his head.What if he was right, and this was the final fight he ever got to witness? What if he did get defeated this time, and Pascal took over?"Boss?"Oliver snapped out of his thought, "Bill, how's everything on the outside?" He shot directly. He was really worried about the company and the state he'd left it.Bill shrugged, "It's going well, considering the circumstances. But, Oliver, we've
Jacobs exhaled as the toll the day would take on him slowly began to build. He stood majestic in his suit, and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. It was one of those moments in which how wife would rush to him, hug him and help him adjust his tie before kissing him on the cheeks.Jacobs instinctively adjusted the tie, and sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment,l and tried to breathe in positivity into the day."Everything will be fine. Everything will be alright. Oliver won't fail me. He can't," he muttered to himself repeatedly. He had no other choice but to put his faith in a man whose integrity others were trying so hard to sabotage. Both he and Oliver were cut from the same leather at that time, and he was determined to see it through to the endJacobs exhaled as his phone rang. He quickly picked it up and saw that it was Bill calling."Yes, Bill, anything I should know about?" He asked with enthusiasm."Not yet, sir, but I would love to inform you that we have been able to l
"Now that this hearing has begun, let me make this clear. I will not tolerate insolence in my court. I will not entertain stupidity, and I will not hesitate to kick you out if anyone falls short of etiquette. If that is understood, then we may proceed," Jacobs stated. His chest was beating heavily. That was the only case in his entire career that had stressed him as much as it did. Not even the Crabtree murder case which had skyrocketed his career had that much effect on him.Oliver kept his eyes on Jacobs, and while Jacobs noticed this, he did not look back. "Something is going on. Something fishy is happening. I can sense it. Something is not quite right." Pascal said to Donavan as he kept looking around. His instincts were telling him that there was something bad about to happen."What do you mean, Pascal? We are in control here. Nothing is wrong. You are just being paranoid because of the way Oliver riled you up. Do not let that monster into your head. You know how he is with peo