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
"Relax, Mark. I was just kidding. I know Madam Charlotte wouldn't send someone else to set up a meeting for her," Cromwell said, still chuckling.Mark let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, okay. Sorry about that. I just didn't want to come across as rude or unprofessional."Don't worry about it, Mark. We all have our moments," Cromwell said, his tone turning serious. "So, when can we meet?Mark quickly took note of Cromwell's availability and promised to get back to him with a confirmed date and time.He hung up the phone and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He had managed to make contact with Alexander Cromwell, and Madam Charlotte would never know.Wait, why shouldn't I tell him the ideas I've got?Mark muttered to himself and scrolled on the call log to dial Cromwell's number again.He got lucky, and the man actually answered the phone."Hello?" Cromwell said, his deep voice filling the connection."Oh, hi, sir," Mark said nervously. "It's Mark again. I just wanted to
Madam Charlotte barged into Mark's room with a fiery intensity that could wake the dead. Her voice, fueled by a mix of concern and anger, echoed through the room as she confronted him: "Who told you to have a fake call with Dave?"Mark, startled by the sudden intrusion and the accusatory tone, rubbed his eyes and sat up on his bed. With a hint of defiance in his voice, he responded boldly, "Aunty, I know my plans; just allow me."Madam Charlotte's eyebrows furrowed, and her lips formed a stern line. She crossed her arms, her expression conveying that she wasn't about to let this slide. "Oh, I should allow you to do whatever you want, right?"Mark took a deep breath, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of his aunt's reaction. He knew that his plans might not align with her expectations, but he was determined to assert his independence."Have you forgotten that you're in my house and you're under my roof?" Madam Charlotte's voice dripped with authority."Aunty, I just wanted to join
Dave sat on his couch with a deep breath, letting the stress of the day wash over him. Work had been hectic as usual, and he was looking forward to a quiet evening at home.Just then, Jessica walked in, carrying a glass of water. She smiled at Dave and handed him the glass."You're welcome, sir; how was work today?" she asked."It was cool, but kind of stressful," Dave replied with a smile.Jessica excused herself and walked towards the kitchen, leaving Dave to his own thoughts.As he sat on the couch, he remembered the files Inspector Ava had promised to send over earlier that day. Dave decided to call her to check on the progress of the investigation.He picked up his phone and dialed Inspector Ava's number. She quickly answered, apologizing for the delay in sending over the files. She explained that she was still working on them."Oh, don't worry, Ava. I have some good news," Dave said, trying to sound upbeat."Really? I can't wait to hear it," Ava responded eagerly.Dave took a de
Alice woke up in the morning feeling lonely and sad.She made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. While taking a shower, Alice began to murmur to herself."I miss Isabella; I wish she could come back to Madrid soon," she said silently.Alice had been feeling restless for the past few days.She missed her best friend Isabella terribly and wished she could just teleport to the States to sit down and have a cup of coffee with her.She had been repeating this thought in her head for days now, but the distance between them seemed too vast.Alice missed Isabella's laughter, her contagious smile, and the way she could get her out of any gloomy situation.She took a deep breath and went to take her shower. The hot water cascaded down her back, and she closed her eyes, letting the steam envelope her.She missed the ease of conversation she had with Isabella; it was like they had an unspoken language between them that only they understood.She cherished that bond and couldn't wait to see