THE BASEMENTMichael stood watching Damien, frustrated and banging the wall with his fist about twice. It was evident that Damien was going through a lot and probably had no idea how to overcome this obstacle in his life.Michael thought about his own situation and sighed. He heard the call, he heard the way Damien's wife spoke to him like he didn't care about their daughter, all because he didn't have enough money to pay their daughter's bill."Mr. Frederick must be taking advantage of Damien, knowing that he was in dire need of money and could find a real source of income other than this dirty job of having them capture me," Michael wondered, growing curious about the circumstances.Michael was deeply affected by the news of Damien's daughter's condition. He couldn't keep it to himself; he needed to do something about it. He realized that Damien had recently entered this line of work solely to help his daughter, who was in the hospital."I have to do something. There's no way Mr. Fr
The bank alert left Damien perplexed; he had never earned a quarter of that amount in his entire life. The most confusing part was the source: the person he had been paid to kidnap. Imagining his daughter strong and healthy again, Damien felt joy and confusion mingling within him.“Why would you transfer $200,000 to someone hired to kidnap and harm you? It's illogical; who behaves like that?” Damien questioned Michael, guilt evident in his eyes.“I don’t have any issues with you, Mr. Trust me when I say I know how desperate you must have felt before taking this job. I have a good sense of people, and I can see that you're not a bad person; you're just frustrated at the moment,” Michael calmly replied.Michael’s response triggered a religious awakening in Damien, making him genuinely question his actions. Unable to meet Michael's gaze, Damien grappled with guilt."But what do you really know about me? You only found out about my daughter when you overheard my conversation with my wife.
“I still can’t believe Frederick will be this ungrateful after all I have done for him. Why must men always backbite?” Mr. Winchester said in annoyance. He couldn’t believe the manager of one of his biggest companies would be behind his son’s abduction.Mr. Charles stood beside him with his arms wrapped around his chest, completely lost in his thoughts. He was excellent at giving business advice to the billionaire, but this was a different case. He knew for a fact that a wrong decision might claim the life of his boss's only son, but he couldn’t let Frederick take away what his master had spent years building.“What do you suggest we do?” Mr. Winchester asked in frustration. Mr. Charles was quiet; this was the first time he could not answer his boss when he usually asked him for an opinion.“Say something, Charles; you can’t remain quiet forever,” Mr. Winchester yelled in disappointment. He knew he had to say something; after all, that is what he was paid for. But he knew his opinion
Waking up at the majestic Winchester Mansion had never been more exhilarating than it was today. Mr. Winchester had not slept at all; he remained seated beside his son's bed, gazing at him throughout the night. Though Michael insisted he was alright, his father had different doctors examine him before he went to bed. Michael was awakened by Mr. Charles' voice expressing concern, saying, "Sir, you need to get some sleep. It's already morning, and you haven't slept for two nights.""Lower your voice, Charles. You wouldn't want to provoke my anger by disturbing my son," he said calmly but with a menacing look directed at Mr. Charles. “I am already awake, Dad. Good morning to you all,” he said as he slowly stretched himself on the bed.“How are you feeling, son? Should I inform the doctor to come over?” he asked eagerly. “I am alright, Dad, don’t worry about me; I am okay,” he replied, trying to calm his father’s anxiety.“Oh no! I am running late for my morning classes; I slept past the
The prison corridor felt cold and damp as Mr. Winchester walked down it. The echoing footsteps filled the air, and he finally got to Mr. Frederick's cell. The two guys were like night and day – Mr. Winchester all spiffy, looking like he owned the place, and Mr. Frederick a mess, with this arrogant expression on his face.The cell door creaked open, and Mr. Winchester stepped in. He gave Mr. Frederick a look, not too happy. "Fredrick, you screwed up big time. Trying to hurt my son was a dumb move, and now you're gonna pay for it."Mr. Frederick, laying on his bunk, smirked at Mr. Winchester. "Winchester, you act like your kid is the only one with enemies. There are bigger forces at play, and your precious Michael is in more danger than you think."Getting up close, Mr. Winchester said in a low, serious voice, "Your threats won't help. My son's gonna be safe, and you'll rot in here for what you did."Fredrick chuckled, and it sent a shiver through Mr. Winchester. "You're clueless, Winch
Mr. Frederick sat silently in the interrogation room, both of his hands cuffed to the chair and his head hung low as two police officers stood over him."Tell us more about what happened to Mary, Mr. Frederick," one of the officers in charge of the investigation asked, but Frederick stayed silent.Mr. Frederick could already tell this wasn't going to end well for him. He had no idea how long he'd been in this room, but he could tell this wouldn't end in his favor if he did not give these men what they wanted. The only problem was that he still did not want to."We need all the information we can get from you regarding this case, Mr. Frederick. This matter is proving to be more complicated than we thought," the second policeman said, his eyes staring down intently at the man sitting before him."I already gave you everything I know. What more do you two want from me?" Mr. Frederick asked, already tired and exhausted from all the interrogation. He could feel his head pounding hard from
“Charles, I want you to do some real research of the people we have been associated with for the past 25 years and see if you can get any information about a woman named Eva” Mr Winchester instructed as he continued pacing back and front with his arms crossed behind him."On it, sir," Mr. Charles responded as he departed, leaving his boss to the outside."How could she have known that Mr. Frederick was being interrogated and was on the verge of exposing her? Who could she be, and what does she want from Mary and my son?" Mr. Winchester pondered slowly in his deep thoughts..The fact that she got the inspector transferred within few hours really shook the hell out of him. Mr Winchester couldn’t even believe how influential she was that the whole police headquarters turned deaf ears to his request to prevent the Inspector’s transfer.“I am sorry sir, the only Eva i found was a sister to one of your investors. But she passed away 15 years ago,” Mr Charles said out as he returned.That ca
It was another morning on another school day. Most of the students were already in class, and those who weren't, for one reason or another, were hanging out in different spots in the school compound."__and anyway, I decided to ignore all of that since we both know she isn't even qualified to clean my floors, not to talk of wearing the same clothes as me," Sydney said, leaning against Jack's car as she narrated to their group an incident that occurred at the mall the previous day, laughter ringing out all around her as they listened.Jack McCoy and his girlfriend Sydney sat lounging around in the school parking lot, his team surrounding him as they chatted and laughed at random and the most stupidest of things."And I am very proud of you, baby, but next time though, could you maybe consider a __" Jack started to speak but stopped in his speech when something caught his eye across the parking lot."Oh, well. If it isn't yet another nerd from God knows where, this should be fun," Jack