Immediately after Rachel left the hospital, Drake went back to Dr. Jason to confirm from him all that she had said. Hearing that the doctor had stepped up to defend his wife and daughter had raised up questions within him."Excuse me, doctor," Drake called out to him on his way to his office, his voice sounding with a hint of urgency."Yes, Mr. Sullivan, how may I help you?" Dr. Jason replied."I just want to thank you for stepping up to protect my wife and daughter yesterday. I'm really grateful." Drake expressed his sincere appreciation.Dr. Jason smiled, "It's nothing, Mr. Sullivan. I did what I had to do." He paused for a while and then continued, "You just have to be careful now.""Why'd you say that?" Drake asked, his curiosity piqued.Dr. Jason walked closer to Drake, placing a hand on his shoulders, "There's a lot you don't know Mr. Sullivan.""What are you trying to say?" Drake's eyes looked up at the doctor as he could begin to feel that there was something the doctor wasn't
The district police moved swiftly and silently through the narrow alleys of the rundown neighborhood, storming Woodruff and taking all the criminals by surprise.It would be the first time since the notoriety of Woodruff that the district police would invade the place. Woodruff, even with the crimes that were happening there, had never been visited by the police before."The police are here," A gang member who was also the night watchman screamed, signaling the rest of the gang members.Just before the gang members could reach out and get their weapons, the team of police officers burst through the doors, with swift motion catching the gang members unprepared.There were a few minutes of a scuffle but the gang members were completely outmatched as the officers moved with practiced efficiency, subduing each gang member one by one, a few of them losing their lives in the process while a few others sustaining bullet injuries."Drop your weapons," the chief of the district police ordered.
Mr. Simmons stood somberly at the funeral ceremony of Kevin, surrounded by mourners. The weight of grief was palpable in the air, a heavy cloud hanging over everyone present. Looking at the coffin which now had his son in it, he just couldn't bring himself to believe that his son, Kevin was actually gone and gone for good."Accept our condolences," the mourners said one after the other. Mrs. Simmons' cry could be heard as she wailed in pain, not willing to be comforted. It was like everything was just happening for the first time like Kevin was just declared dead."My baby..." She kept crying. "Please come back." She continued to wail.Mr. Simmons was trying to be strong even if he was equally as pained as his wife. He knew that no amount of tears would bring back his son, and so, there was really no need to cry.Just as the condolences were being delivered, Mr. Simmons’ phone buzzed in his pocket. He hesitated, feeling the inappropriateness of the moment, but seeing the caller ID—h
The news of the Simmons family's harmful business operation had spread through the entire region like wildfire. Every media house, television station, and newspaper publication had it as their major headline.Mr. Simmons couldn't believe that something like that would happen during the time when he was mourning his son. Simmons' Holdings have been in operation for years and even if it was true that they disposed harmful chemicals into the neighborhood, which consequently was affecting the lives of those around the place, they've had the legal backing that had always exempted them from facing the law.Reaching out for his phone, he decided to put a call through to Judge William. He was one of the senior advocates in the country and the one under whose backing they've been in business."Hello, judge," Mr. Simmons began, his voice bearing the weight of the urgency of the situation."Yes Mr. Simmons, I have been expecting your call for a while now." Judge William replied. "Your company is
Without wasting any time, Drake started the car and headed back to his grandfather’s estate. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The rejection from his in-laws, the longing to see his daughter, and the unknown urgency at the estate all swirled together, making him feel like he was being pulled in a million different directions.Immediately he left, the realization dawned on Rachel and Fletcher that Drake had just left in a car and he was the one who had driven it."Is it just me? Or did Drake actually come with that car?" Rachel asked, her surprise palpable.'Well, that he drove a car doesn't mean he owned the car," Fletcher scoffed. "He could have probably borrowed it.""Borrowed it? From whom?" Rachel's questioning gaze met Fletcher's."How am I supposed to know?" Fletcher replied, his tone quite harsh. "You are not thinking that car belongs to him, are you?" Fletcher pressed further."I'm not saying that. Of course, there's no way he can afford a B.M.W S.U.V. Let's j
"Remember him?" Grandfather Walter began, a smile adorning his slightly wrinkled face. "Of course I do," Drake replied. And then turning to face the man, he continued, "You were a very good friend of my father before he died.""Yes, I am. I was so happy when your grandfather called to inform me that you've finally returned. I had to come the moment I got the news."Drake stood surprised wondering why his grandfather had called the "captain," as he was fondly called to notify him about his return.If there was one person, Drake had least expected his grandfather to call and notify of his presence, it would be the captain, especially since rumors had spread that he might have a hand in his parents’ death.Captain had been a friend of his father even before he was born, and according to his father, they had been friends even before he met his mother. He had grown to see Captain as a second father, one who loved him as much as his own biological father. But everything changed when his p
Mr. and Mrs. Simmons walked into the press conference room where a host of journalists were already seated waiting for them. The fact that the company had been shut down, didn't go well with him, considering how many millions of dollars he was already losing.Taking his seat, each of the journalists representing various TV stations in the city took turns asking them questions regarding the allegations made against his company and what he had to say about it."So tell us, since when has your company been disposing of harmful chemicals into the area and why hasn't the Environmental Health Regulation Agency done anything about it?" A journalist asked, his tone quite implicative."My company operates under the license from the Environmental Health Regulation Agency and what that means is that our waste products have been tested and verified to be harmless." Mr. Simmons replied confidently."Is that so?" Another Journalist quickly chimed in. "Several of the town's folks staying very close
Drake walked into the grand conference room, feeling the weight of countless eyes on him. The room was filled with board members, high-ranking officials, and key stakeholders of the empire. As he walked in, murmurs filled the room, all eyes focused on him. He tried to keep his composure, but the knot in his stomach tightened with each step.It was his first day at work and as the new assistant manager, he knew it would be a lot of responsibility on him. Grandfather had wanted him to return to the company in a grand style as the supreme lord of the empire, but Drake had suggested otherwise."But you're my grandson. Why must you decide to work under someone else? You own everything," Grandfather Walter had said.But Drake had a different reason for returning to the company. Ever since the day Captain came to the mansion, a lot had really been going on in his mind. Grandfather Walter may have succeeded in getting him to return to the life he had sworn never to return to, but he too woul