There was a sense of urgency in Dr. Lee's office as he checked James's vitals, his face displaying concern as he took in James's irregular pulse and shallow breathing. Methodically, his gloved hands moved over James, keeping an eye on every sign for clues.He watched in silence for a few more moments, then turned to Fatima, Amaya, and Clinton, who had gathered around, nervous and anticipatory."From all the symptoms, it appears that James has been drugged," Dr. Lee said calmly but cautiously. "However, we can not say exactly how this happened or what substance was used without more testing."Clinton's brow furrowed in mock surprise and concern. "Drugged? That is quite shocking, Doctor. Do you have any idea how something like this could have happened?Amaya agreed with a nod, her face carefully arranged in disbelief. "Yes, Doctor, we are all just as concerned as you. It truly baffles me."Dr. Lee sighed and returned his gaze to James. "I have some suspicions, but I would rather not spe
There was a sense of tension and unease in the room as the door to Dr. Lee's office closed firmly behind Lilly. Clinton and Amaya looked at each other, silently acknowledging how close they had come to being exposed, relief flickering in their eyes. Clinton had made the hasty but deliberate decision to fire Lilly right away in order to silence her before her charges gained any traction.Amaya let out a slow breath, a hint of discomfort now visible through her smooth exterior. "That was... unexpected," she said softly but firmly as she turned to face Clinton. "We have to be more careful. Fatima was watching me like a hawk."Clinton paced the room while holding his hands behind his back and nodding. "I am aware. However, Lilly's dismissal was the right decision. It instantly discredits her and calls into question anything she may attempt to say in the future. Nonetheless, Fatima's suspicion is concerning. We need to tread carefully."Amaya folded her arms and her expression darkened. "
The Jones company was buzzing with activity, and the Joneses were even busier. They met in their private office that morning, the weight of their desperation weighing down on them like a suffocating fog. The city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but no one noticed. Their sole objective was to halt Rowland's progress.Mrs. Jones tapped her manicured nails against the polished mahogany desk, her lips pursed in concentration. "If we are going to stop Rowland, we need someone from within—someone desperate enough to do exactly what we need, without hesitation."Mr. Jones leaned back in his chair, his face strained with exhaustion. "And who specifically do you have in mind?"Mrs. Jones smiled slyly, her eyes as sharp as daggers. "Shard."Mr. Jones cocked an eyebrow. "Shard? That junior employee in the design department?"Shard, a less experienced worker at the Jones company, is incredibly eager for a promotion. According to the Joneses, he has not been deserving of the
Greene unhappiness was unhidden, as an overwhelming sense of failure pervaded the air as Greene and his group filed out of Gray's deserted hideout. As the group left the ramshackle building, the sun was sinking, illuminating the streets with a grim orange tint. As they returned to the black SUVs parked a few meters away, the only sound they heard was the crunch of their boots on gravel.Greene continued walking forward, his thoughts racing with frustration and unresolved issues. Once more, Gray had escaped their grasp, and this time it felt intimate. He believed that the timing was ideal and the mission was flawless. Someone had told him, and Greene could not get rid of the suspicion that the system itself was the source of the betrayal."Back to the station," Greene said curtly as he climbed into the front passenger seat of the leading vehicle. Parker cautiously glanced at him as he slid into the driver's seat, but remained silent. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his jaw cle
The grand event center sparkled with elegance, every detail meticulously arranged for Mr. and Mrs. Jones's 20th-anniversary celebration. They both dressed in matching outfits that screamed wealth and taste.The elegantly attired guests' chatter, the sound of clinking glasses, and the gentle strains of a live orchestra filled the air as the venue came alive. Family and guests gathered around them to hand them their luxurious gifts, and other fancy tokens of the guests' appreciation.“I know you two love jewels so much. Here, this is an imported jewel from Colombia, the Rockefeller Emerald. It is worth six million dollars.”“This is for you and your wife my friend, a cheque of two million dollars.”“Dad, Mom, I bought you guys favorite Chinese tea, Pu’erh Tea. It was rare to find though. This is worth two hundred thousand dollars.”The Joneses were, after all, not just celebrating an anniversary but a life of success and prosperity. Happiness filled their eyes as they were given lots o
Rowland remained rooted to the spot in the doctor’s office, his mind reeling from the unexpected news. Mrs. Patricia's surgery was paid for, and someone had referred to him as "master"? It didn't make any sense.He was just a poor orphan that was on the street before Grandpa Jones helped him out of his misery. Even though things are getting hard for him at the moment, at least he was not on the street anymore.“Doctor, did the person leave a name?” Rowland asked, his voice barely above a whisper.The doctor shook his head. “No, Mr. Rowland, they didn’t leave a name. But they did leave this card.” “What card is that doctor?” Rowland was absolutely curious, looking eager to see the card.The doctor reached into his desk and handed Rowland a small, white card with an embossed gold number on it. “They said you should call this number and that someone will come to pick you up.”Pick him up to where? At this point, Rowland was completely confused. First, he was being referred to as “Master
Rowland arrived at the Jones Company early that morning, the rain from the previous night still wet through his clothes. He walked into the building, his steps deliberate and slow. He avoided the approving looks from his colleagues by keeping his head down. Rowland was used to being treated like dung, especially from the Jones family, who were always reminding him of his lowly station in life. However, something felt off today; there was an odd tension in the air.After getting his cleaning supplies, he headed to the janitorial closet. His thoughts were elsewhere, with the word "Master" resounding in his mind as he considered the enigmatic card he had been given at the hospital. Who could have sent it? How come it was intended for him? He shook his head, attempting to ignore the ideas. It was time to get back to work. His task for the day was to remain focused and persevere.As usual, Rowland began scrubbing the floors in the corridor outside the senior management offices with great
“You animal, get off the road!” A driver nearly brought Rowland down while traveling at a high speed.As Rowland walked on the wet sidewalk, the last words of Mr. Jones continued to echo in his mind. He had been thrown back into the streets, just as Grandpa Jones had discovered him years before, abandoned, hopeless, and with nowhere to turn. The city drenched in rain appeared to ridicule his suffering, with the lights illuminating the tall buildings above him like icy, heartless eyes."I am sorry, I did not see your car approaching." Rowland responded.However, the driver was less concerned with his explanation. "If you want to die, go somewhere else."With hopelessness weighing every step he took, his mind raced. Now, where could he go? The moment his luck changed, the people he had once considered friends abandoned him.In an attempt to track down an old friend, he went up to a small corner store, but the owner just gave him a scowl and shook his head."Rowland, we do not wish for