The music gradually shifted, taking on a more uplifting tone.The rhythm synced with the car's gentle movement, and Dave couldn't help but tap his toe along to the beat.A smile played at the corner of his lips as he hummed along, the music becoming a companion in his drive.With another smooth turn, the car approached the meeting place, a grand building that stood tall and imposing. Guards, dressed in sharp uniforms, awaited their arrival.As the car came to a stop, the guards swiftly opened the doors, showing the importance of the moment.People earlier greeted Dave when he entered the meeting room.They engaged in conversation, each speaking their own language, but Dave's focus remained the same.There were a large number of people who came with expensive cars, but Dave was second to none of those people. He felt even prouder to represent his country in the Tesla Model S Plaid."Wow, he's such a humble and nice, stout, tall guy.""Wait, is that not Dave?"Madam Veronica's son, Rodr
Rodriguez was excited to talk to his mom about the recent meeting with the wealthy men.Isabella eagerly sat down beside him and was ready to hear what his brother had to say."Didn't you tell me you're having a night party with your friends? Madam Veronica curiously asked her daughter.No, Mom, time is not due." I called Alice, and she told me she just got home after coming from shopping with her close friend. Isabella said."I knew you would come around when I'm back to tell Mom how cool your crush is." Rodriguez teased."Mom, warn your son, please; I don't like what he's doing, and Dave or whatever is not my crush.""Isabella, tell me if you love him; stop pretending." Rodriguez said it again in a mocking tone. ""I'm fed up with this; I can't sit here for you to tease me."Isabella said this and walked away from the living room."She's gone now, Mom, let's continue.'Rodriguez said this and started to speak about Dave and the presidential meeting he had attended. Rodriguez couldn'
Isabella slumped onto her bed, her face contorted with frustration. Her pillow, once a comforting companion, now felt like a traitor. She muttered to herself, her voice laced with annoyance. "How could Mom and my brother keep saying I have a crush on Dave? It's so irritating!"Isabella's mind raced with thoughts and emotions, her anger mounting with each passing second. "Dave is just someone I admire and nothing more."Isabella muttered to herself; she couldn't understand why her family insisted on teasing her about it. The more they talked about it, the more her annoyance grew.Gasping for breath, Isabella felt a surge of heat rise to her cheeks. She propped her face in her palm, trying to calm herself down.The situation felt overwhelming, and she needed to find a way to vent her frustration. Her eyes caught sight of her phone lying on the bed, and she picked it up, scrolling through her pictures until she found the one of Dave.Staring at the image, Isabella's mind drifted back to
Dave was getting ready for a party. He stood before his mirrored closet, weighing his outfit options.Would he go for something casual and comfortable or dress to impress with his favorite blazers and dress shoes? As he pondered, his phone buzzed on the table.He turned to check it, sweeping strands of dark hair out of his eyes. The screen lit up with Amelia's sweet face.Dave's heart raced as he reached for his phone, flipping it open. "Hey, Amelia!" he exclaimed. "What's up"I just wanted to see if you're still coming tonight," she replied, her voice musical and light."Of course! I've been excited for this all week," Dave replied, his smile widening."Good," Amelia said, laughing. "I already have my dress picked out. I hope you're ready for some serious dancing.Dave chuckled. "Oh, I'm ready, all right. You won't be able to get me off that dance floor."Great. See you in a few hours, Dave"See you then," Dave responded, feeling a bit lighter as he set the phone down. Talking to Ame
Mike was a dedicated driver. Punctuality was his watchword.He had promised Dave to pick him up from the party at exactly 11 p.m. and was determined to keep that promise.After getting ready, he took a glance at his wristwatch and saw that it was exactly 11 p.m.He swiftly walked out of the house and straight to his car.As he drove down the streets, he couldn't help but think of the party that Dave had invited him to.He had declined the invitation because he was working and couldn't make it.He was, however, happy that Dave and Alice had found time to go out and have fun.Finally, he arrived at the place where Dave and Alice went for the party.It was a highbrow spot with valet parking, beautiful lights, and people dressed in their best.Mike briefly wondered if he should have dressed up a bit more, but quickly brushed off the thought.He parked and texted Dave to let him know that he had arrived.Dave responded that they would come out in a few minutes, so he decided to take a few
Ethan had been enjoying his peaceful slumber in the comfortable hotel bed when the loud chiming of the clock rudely awakened him.He groggily rubbed his eyes, trying to bring himself to full consciousness.As he stretched and yawned, his mind slowly processed the fact that it was time for him to get up and start his day.With a big sigh, Ethan dragged himself out of bed and shuffled over to the bathroom.He turned on the tap and let the warm water fill up the bathtub, the sound of the gushing water soothing his tired nerves.He added a few drops of scented bath oil to the tub and took a deep breath, the aroma filling his nostrils.As he slipped into the soapy water, Ethan let out a contented sigh, the sensation of the warm water enveloping his body like a comforting hug.He closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift away as he soaked in the serenity of the moment.After a few minutes of luxuriating in the bath, Ethan reluctantly rose from the water and toweled himself dry.He walked o
Ethan stared blankly at the phone in his hands, the words etched into his mind like a searing iron.Alexander Cromwell, the man his father trusted, the man his father called a brother, was the very person responsible for the deaths of his parents.The weight of the revelation settled heavily on Ethan's shoulders, his anger and sorrow combining into a single, burning desire for revenge.Muttering to himself, his voice trembling with rage, Ethan contemplated the twisted game fate had played on him.The veil had been lifted, and he now saw the truth, a truth that had been concealed from him for far too long.But there was something else—a decision that could change his life forever.Through the wicked act of killing his parents, Alexander obtained a huge fortune. The lure of those millions whispered temptingly in Ethan's ear, drowning out the calls for justice.The millions of dollars could grant you the life you had always dreamed of—a life tainted by the very man who had shattered his
Alexander stared at Ethan for a long moment before turning and walking out of the room, he closed the door behind him with a resounding click.Ethan jumped onto the couch, his mind reeling. He knew he'd made the right decision, but it was still terrifying to stand up to his own blood like that.He sat there for a long while, the night growing darker and quieter around him. As he sat there, he realized that he didn't want anything to do with his uncle anymore. "How can I kill the president? Dave doesn't owe me anything, and besides, he's jovial." He muttered to himself.Again, Ethan realized how dangerous his Uncle was; Alexander could kill him if he disobeyed what he said."Damn, how could he put me in such a mess? After secretly killing my parents, you want to use me for another murder." Ethan yelled and hit his hands on the couch. He was seething in anger, and fear gripped him again.He quickly got up, looked for his phone, and decided to call Rodriguez."Pick up, Rodriguez."He said