"Dad, you are here?" I replied with a hint of amusement in my voice, trying to contain my surprise. He stood in the doorway, a warm smile on his face. "Yes, am I not welcome here again since we now have a new chairman?" he said jokingly, his tone light and playful. I couldn't help but scoff at his remark, happy to see him. "Not really, just that I was surprised by the impromptu visit," I said, gesturing for him to come inside. With a nod, he walked in and took a seat."Well, I came to have a look at how the company has been functioning," my dad said, his voice carrying a curious undertone. His eyes surveyed the office, taking in the bustling energy and the signs of productivity. "I wanted to see what my children were up to, and I must say I'm impressed." There was a subtle sense of pride in his words, hinting at his satisfaction with our work. "But that doesn't mean I am going to forget about that," he continued, his tone growing slightly more serious.My eyebrows furrowed, curious
"I am with you, son," my dad said, his voice filled with determination. The urgency in his tone made it clear that he believed it was crucial to bring him to justice. "Yes, and I will make that happen immediately," I retorted, my voice mirroring his resolve. The responsibility of taking action was now in my hands, as he had just appointed me as the new CEO. It was a declaration of trust, and his nod of approval affirmed our mutual understanding."I guess I should excuse you, keep me updated," he said, rising from his seat. As he stood up, I watched his figure retreat, acknowledging his departure with a nod. The fading daylight marked the approach of evening, casting a soft golden glow upon the room. Feeling a sense of responsibility, I reached for my phone and sent a message to Nathalie, ensuring that our dinner date would not be forgotten. The anticipation of spending time together brought a smile to my face, but a wave of apprehension washed over me when I realized that I would n
As my vehicle careened towards the massive stone, i knew i had only one chance to save myself. I swerved the wheel with all my might, just barely avoiding the stone as my car screeched to a halt in the grassy field beyond. Gasping for breath, i looked back at the crash site in horror. The trailer had collided with the car that had been following me, sending both vehicles off the road and into a field. Smoke rose from the wreckage, and i could only hope that no one had been hurt.I tried to open the door, but it was jammed shut. Frantically, I searched for a way to get inside. Finally, I found a small opening and squeezed through it. As I entered the trailer, I saw a man lying on the floor, his leg pinned under a fallen beam. He was conscious, but in obvious pain. I knelt down next to him and said. "It's going to be okay. I'm going to get you out of here."He looked up at me, his eyes filled with fear. "I can't feel my leg," he said, his voice weak.I tried to reassure him, but I kn
Since the guy frequently denied the allegation, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Frustrated by his continued denials, I realized involving the police would be an ill-advised move, as I hadn't gathered all the necessary evidence to expose Mr. Clinton. Instead, I focused on a different approach I wanted him to acknowledge his pursuit of me. Only then could I begin to execute my plans. Moments later, my guards arrived, and with a clear directive, I commanded them to take him away from the premises."Are you ready to confess, or do you still want to deny that you are after me?" I asked, my voice firm as I sought the truth. "I don't know what you're talking about, sir; I'm innocent," he replied, his tone cloaked in a facade of innocence."Put him in the trunk of the car," I ordered, the intensity in my voice clear as I watched my guards carry out my command. They swiftly locked him away in the confined space. Upon arriving home, I instructed them to confine him to a room and
I watched as she stood there, frozen in shock. I knew she must be reeling from what I'd just said. She had been so sure of my feelings for her, so confident that she was the only woman in my life. But now, she was realizing that maybe she wasn't as special as she thought. I had given everything to our marriage, but she betrayed me. Now she was being faced with the possibility that it had all been for nothing.Walking briskly back into the room, she hastily drops her phone on the neatly made bed before rising to her feet, her gaze fixed on me. There is a determined look on her face as she prepares to voice out her thoughts. "I have one or two questions," she assertively says, seeking my permission to proceed. I respond with a nod, indicating that she has my full attention and encouragement to ask further."Who do you think is after your life? I know you rarely speak, let alone have issues with anyone. I only have one person in mind." Her words are filled with curiosity and concern as
"What do you mean? I don't ask you for help," I responded, my voice carrying a mixture of bewilderment and hesitation. Uncertainty swirled within me as I struggled to gather my thoughts, contemplating whether or not I should put my trust in her. Her words hung in the air, laden with a sense of remorse. "Trust me with this, I know what you know," she urged, her tone tinged with an undeniable regret. My eyebrows furrowed, my curiosity piqued. "What do you know?" I demanded, my voice a blend of skepticism and caution. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but wonder if this was just another one of her cunning schemes.Curiosity mingled with a sense of trepidation as she revealed the unexpected series of events that had unfolded. "Someone has been messaging me privately for some days now," she admitted, her voice laced with a mix of vulnerability and unease. Her words hung between us, carrying the weight of a shocking revelation. "He told me about how my father plotted my uncle's ac
I stood there, lost in thought. I knew that going out with her would be dangerous, but I also knew that I couldn't keep rejecting her. It would only serve to alienate her further and make her feel unappreciated. And yet, I couldn't ignore the potential dangers of such a meeting.I needed to think things through, to come up with a plan that would keep us both safe. But in the meantime, I had to figure out what to say to her. How could I let her down gently, without hurting her feelings?"I'll call you when I am done," I said, my voice filled with determination. She quickly nodded her head in understanding. "Have a nice day at work," she said, her tone conveying her genuine affection. I hurriedly made my way towards the garage, eager to start my day. Upon arriving at the office, I was greeted by the sight of Nathan and Mike pacing around anxiously. Sensing their concern, I approached them, my curiosity piqued. "What's the problem?" I asked, moving closer to them, a sense of urgency b
"I will make sure to bring justice, my determination burning within me. As the weight of my big mistake hangs heavy, regret seeps into my words. I know now, I should have sent him to jail. The urgency in my voice compels me to report this to the police immediately, my lips trembling as I bite them, a mix of desperation and vulnerability consuming me. His voice quivers with genuine concern, fear lacing every word. "I am scared they are trying to do something that will ruin the image of the company. Please do something." I could see the fear in his eyes as he voiced his concerns."I am scared they are trying to do something that will ruin the image of the company. Please do something." His plea carries a weight, as his voice conveys his worries, pleading for action to be taken. The tremor in his words reveals the depth of his fear, and his eyes are wide with anxiety. "I will make sure to deal with that," I reassured, my voice calm and comforting, projecting a sense of confidence. I co