Dave groggily woke up from sleep, his mind slowly piecing together the fact that it was a new day. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and scanned the room, taking in the familiar surroundings of his bedroom. The sunlight trickled through the blinds, finally illuminating the coffee table where his phone lay. He picked it up and saw a missed call from his assistant, reminding him of his early morning appointment at the prison.He groaned, knowing it was going to be a long day. As he stretched, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee passed through the air, and he knew Jessica was already up, preparing his usual coffee.He went to the kitchen and with a smile, he greeted her."Thank you maiden," Dave said, a smile spreading across his face. Jessica excused herself and resumed her tasks, moving quietly around the room.Dave sat at the breakfast table, savoring the rich, bitter taste of his coffee. As he drank, he contemplated his meet
Dave got back home safely and entered his room with his face blushing red. He took off his shirt and immediately called Jessica to bring him a glass of wine."You're welcome, sir."Jessica took a bow and served him the wine."Thank you, my dear."Dave said this out of happiness and watched Jessica as she left the room and returned to the kitchen.It was already 6 p.m. in the evening, and he had not gotten a call or message from Ava.He took his phone and cross-checked his emails and call logs."I guess she's been busy with a whole lot of business at the office."Dave muttered to himself and sat well in the divan. He gasped for breath and took out his phone to call Officer Ava.The phone kept beeping for a few minutes, but Ava wasn't picking up the call.Dave placed his phone back on the cozy table in the center of the living hall and relaxed on the divan with the magazine he held.The thoughts of dealing with Alexander Cromwell were reflected in his mind. Now that he was done with Etha
Thiago was finishing up some work at his desk when he realized Ava was walking out of the office.He quickly gathered his things and ran to the door, scanning the room for any sign of her.As he walked outside, he overheard someone mention that Ava was leaving early.He picked up his pace, determined to catch up with her before she disappeared."Oh! Here she is." Thiago said it with a smile and screamed out Ava's name.She turned and saw Thiago showing signs of wanting her to wait for him.She beamed and felt how funny Thiago was. "Why should he be screaming my name?" She muttered to herself and walked closer to meet Thiago on her way."Sorry for screaming out your name; I would have missed the chance to tell you this." Thiago said with a furrowed brow and kept on panting for air."Why are you breathing like that? Take time, Thiago.""I know. Let's keep going and discuss it."Thiago said, and they walked side by side towards Ava's car, engaged in a professional conversation about thei
Dave poured himself a glass of juice. He glanced at his phone and noticed that he had missed a call from Ava. Dave's heart leapt in his chest as he realized that the missed call was likely related to the case."Oh, I missed a call from Inspector Ava," he breathed deeply and said to himself.Dave felt a mix of worry and relief upon realizing that Ava had most likely reached out to provide an update on the case.As he tapped his phone screen to dial her number, he tried to calm his racing thoughts and nerves.After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Ava finally picked up Dave's fourth call.He could hear the thunder in the background as she answered his call with a warm "Hello.""Hey, Ava. I just saw that I missed your call. Is everything okay with the case?" Dave asked, trying to sound level-headed and not too concerned.Ava's response was measured and calm, but Dave could sense an underlying tension in her voice."There have been some new developments in the case, Dave. I wanted to
Dave heard his phone ring again. He sighed, getting up from the bed and checking the caller ID. It was an unknown number, which piqued his interest. He hesitated before picking up the phone."Hello?" Dave greeted."Hey, Dave. It's been a while since we talked. Did you forget about me already?" a voice said on the other end of the line.Dave was taken aback. He didn't recognize the voice or the name of the person on the other end. "I'm sorry, but who is this?" Dave said it curiously.The voice on the other end chuckled. "It's me, silly! Don't you recognize my voice?" the person said.Dave racked his brain, trying to remember who this person could possibly be. However, he came up short. "I'm sorry, I really don't know who you are. Can you please tell me your name?" Dave requested it politely.There was silence on the other end for a moment before the person finally spoke. "Alright, I'll tell you. But you might not be too happy to hear it," the person said cryptically before hanging up.D
As Dave approached his car,he felt proud and glad for what he did in the presence of his guards today.He glanced at his wristwatch, realizing that time was slipping away faster than he had thought.The sun was dying out, and the darkness seemed to cover it up.With a sigh, he got into the back seat of the car when Williams opened the door, and Mike settled into the driver's seat.The engine roared to life as Mike turned the key, the car's vibrations coursing through their bodies. Dave could feel the energy in the air and the excitement that was palpable."Ready for this, Dave?" Mike's voice was steady, masking the underlying nervousness that Dave had come to know so well."As ready as I'll ever be," Dave replied with a half-smile.Mike's fingers were tapping nervously on the steering wheel. The mission they embarked on was not for the faint of heart, and the gravity of it weighed heavily on Dave's mind.The car pulled out of the parking lot, merging seamlessly into the flow of traffic
Mark's mornings had never been easy. The lingering injuries and persistent backache from the beatings inflicted by the ruthless mob continued to plague him. Yet, each day, he found the strength to drag himself out of bed. The rays of the sunlight filtered through his curtains and he groaned softly, the pain a constant reminder of his tumultuous past. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and pushed himself upright, gritting his teeth against the pain that shot through his body. Dave's body was still aching when he tried to get down. He had been their target since he refused to comply with their illegal activities. But he thought of taking revenge.Shuffling gingerly across the creaky wooden floor, Mark made his way downstairs. Each step felt like a small victory as he conquered the pain that threatened to conquer him. His feet whispered against the cool surface of the stairs, his grip on the railing steady as he descended. It was a slow pace but he managed to get there.At
Mark lounged on the couch in the living room, feeling content and relaxed. He watched as Madam Charlotte strode towards the door, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She turned back to him, a smile on her lips."I'll be back soon, Mark," she said, before disappearing through the doorway.Mark smiled to himself and forced himself to stand up from the couch. He knew he couldn't waste this opportunity. Madam Charlotte had left her phone on the table in the middle of their room, and Mark knew he had to get his hands on it. He rushed over to the table, trying to look nonchalant as he did so.He quickly scrolled up Madam Charlotte's call logs, searching for one particular number: Alexander Cromwell. He had heard Madam Charlotte mention his name before and was curious to know who he was and what he meant to her. Finally, he found the number and copied it to his phone.Mark rushed back to the couch and tried to act casual, as if he had done nothing out of the ordinary. He knew he need