The door closes behind them and Damien points to the coffee table just across the room. President Hemmingway makes himself comfortable and removes his coat. Wine was served and a few biscuits, but neither of them touched the food on the table. Damien slowly made his way into the couch as well. He was nervous, but it wasn’t obvious on his face. Damien wore his graceful yet deceiving smile as he sat across the President’s chair. The President did not look welcoming at all.“You have a wonderful home, Mr. Blackwell.” The President reaches out for one of the biscuits and takes one to lessen the choking atmosphere around them. “Thank you,” Damien replied with a blank face, there was no gratitude towards the compliment at all. Damien didn’t even know if his compliment was genuine. “But surely my home is nothing compared to yours, President Hemmingway.”The President falls into laughter, but Damien could tell how forced it was. “You are very funny. Very much like your father. It’s such a sh
Damien took a deep breath before smiling back at the man in front of him. The man who holds responsibility for keeping the country safe— is now passing the job onto him.“Are you able to do it, Damien?” “What kind of question is that?” Damien chuckled mockingly. “A drug cartel is a piece of cake for the Vigilantes. I will need to know more about the leader of the drug cartel and what you have against him. I doubt the reasons you told me are true.”The president has a hesitant look on his face before he sighs. “I am not supposed to disclose this with anyone else aside from those in the high office, but you seem to require it before doing the job.”Damien could now sense that the President’s reasons for wiping out the Sumerkis had a deeper cause. “There’s something you are not telling me.” Damien raised an eyebrow. “Drug cartel in this country? The Sumerkis specifically? Don’t make me laugh. I know you are aware there are hundreds of them around. Why the Sumerkis only?”“Hah.” Hemming
"They're taking their sweet time, huh." Ash walked back and forth against the door with Noel standing behind her. Inside that room, Damien was securing a request from the President who has come to meet them himself. "What do you think they're talking about right now?" "Calm down Ash," Noel told her. "I'm sure Master is doing his best to come up with a decision." "I say we blow the enemies' brains out— eek!" All of a sudden the door slams open and Ash hides behind Noel in surprise. Damien and the President looked at Ash with serious faces and then moves their eyes away. She could swear their gazes meant something else. Hemmingway then turns to Damien and stretches out a hand. "I look forward to the fulfillment of the task, Mr. Blackwell." "Of course. It is my pleasure to be of service to you. The Vigilantes will not fail you." The President then turns to Ash Harlock and then looks back at Damien with a wary face. "What I told about her is merely a rumor. However, nothing will
Ash watched closely when Noel left the dinner table. He had told her that he was going to the comfort room, but she knew for sure it wasn’t the reason for leaving the table. The members of the mafia were having a blast as Damien has secured a very important deal and thus, they were rewarded with a feast. She heard his phone ring and saw Damien’s name flashing on it. Ash handed the phone earlier to Noel without paying too much attention to it. Noel gets the call and then leaves to reason out, marking Ash’s face with worry.She returned to her seat and watched as the secretary fidgeted his way out of the dining hall. Noel gave Ash one last look and the girl raised her soda can at him, but Noel smiles hesitantly at her and then leaves. Ash's eyes then turn cold. ‘What the hell was that all about?” she raised her question and then stood up from her seat to follow the secretary. Noel entered Damien’s room and had a small conference with him and by the time he went out, she slowly started
“You consent to this, Mr. Blackwell?!” Everyone in the conference room couldn’t believe what they had just heard. Being in partnership with Gazett was shocking enough, but to stoop as low to bring the Coltons into the collaboration was something they did not fathom! Not only did the Coltons’ business shrank into bankruptcy, but it was also a boiling pot of complaints and a bad reputation. “Indeed, the Colton’s physical shops are in good condition! However, the consumers have never even considered buying from them! This is because of the bad reputation of their shops! Are you sure that putting our limited-time stocks in these eleven stores are going to make an impact? I say we distribute these to the next highest-ranking distributor! They’d be more capable than the Coltons of handling these precious goods!” “How dare you accuse the Coltons!” Gazett was fuming. It was already becoming clear who he had been working with. “Their shops continue to sell goods and has been satisfactory whe
EASTERNWOOD AVENUE - Avian DealershipA black vehicle parked in front of a car dealership store and is greeted by a mechanic. Ash Harlock rolls the window down and the mechanic leans against the window, his face strict and wary. He looked from both sides of the road and then to Ash.“You’re here.”Ash smirked. “You didn’t expect me? I make the visits now since Lord Tyrell passed away.” “Don’t fuck with me, Ash. Where is he?”Ash’s eyes turned cold. “Do I really have to repeat that again?” The mechanic looked shocked at her statement and palmed his face with his hands, clearly problematic. “I can’t believe that he’s dead! I thought they were just rumors. No one could take Tyrell Blackwell down in a fight!”“It wasn’t a fair fight.” Ash shrugged. “He was ambushed at the day of his son’s debut. You have what we need, yes?”“I warned him! I warned him not to fucking do that stupid party!” Stress crossed Ash’s face as she palmed her face as well. She took a deep breath and then pointed a
Silence engulfed the two. Smoke wafted through the air as Tim lowered his cigarette and looks at Ash.“You’re staring at me all funny, Harlock. You plannin’ to put a bullet through my head?” “You didn’t tell me what I wanted, so as much as I want to do that— I could never.” “Heh.” Tim nodded. “You’ve grown. A lot.”“I’m going to pretend that you didn’t mention anything that you did today.” The girl replied with a sinister tone and then moved her frigid hues into the distance. “I am not with the Sumerkis.”“That is what everybody says, Ash.” Tim provoked her back. “Even I say that I am from this shop when all along I have been working with the dirtiest dogs of this country.” “The Vigilantes are not dogs.”“You are dogs.” Tim remained firm with his voice which Ash immediately silences. Like a father scolding his child, Tim frowned at the girl and continued to sermon. “Doing errands for every president in this country to keep his arse safe and hands clean. You are like dogs chained to
The Blackwell residence was finally ready to invite Richard Colton into their gates.Today, he is visiting to discuss partnerships with Damien. A Rolls-Royce Ghost makes its appearance known. Clarissa and Richard Colton were inside the car, both arguing with each other. Their fighting silhouettes could not escape Damien’s keen eyes that await them from the balcony. He sees Ash meeting the vehicle and then gestured at the security guards to open the gates, and Coltons’ priced vehicle enters. The two exit the vehicle.Clarissa’s face was scornful whilst Richard’s was drowning in irresolution. The male heaves a sigh before wandering at Damien’s immense wealth. The disdain on Clarissa’s face faded as she also feasted her eyes on the villa around her. She was surrounded in what seemed like a castle. The Blackwells’ manor was four times the size of her mansion! “Welcome to Master Damien’s villa.” Ash greeted them with a graceful smile she had practiced yesterday. “I will escort you inside.