A cry for reconciliation As they clung to each other for support, Miller felt a surge of gratitude towards his mother. Despite his flaws and mistakes, she had always loved him unconditionally, covering his shortcomings with her unwavering support and love. In this moment of crisis, her presence was a source of comfort and strength.As they waited anxiously, the doctor emerged from the emergency room, his expression grave as he approached them. "Are you the family of Mr. Larkin?" he asked, his tone serious.Miller and Mrs. Larkin nodded, their hearts pounding with fear and anticipation. "Yes, we are, I'm his wife and this is our son." Mrs. Larkin replied, her voice trembling slightly. This wasn't the usual family doctor, he had directed them to this doctor and had promised them that he was good and fit to handle Mr.larkin. The doctor sighed heavily, his face lined with concern. "I'm afraid I have some difficult news to share," he began, his words heavy with sorrow.Miller's heart san
It’s now or neverAs the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into a month, Miller found himself caught in a constant struggle between his loyalty to his father who was fighting for his life, and the demands of his burgeoning gold business. Each day brought new battles and responsibilities, leaving Miller torn between his familial duties and his professional obligations.He didn't want his mother to know what was going on, his mother had warned him to stay away from any illegal business but his old business was giving him the amount of wealth he wanted.At the hospital, Mr. Larkin remained unconscious, his condition unchanged despite the passing of time. Miller spent countless hours by his father's bedside, his heart heavy with worry and guilt. He prayed fervently for his father's recovery, hoping against hope that he would awaken from his coma and forgive him for the pain he had caused.But even as he maintained his guard at the hospital, Miller couldn't shudder at the nagging feeli
Kim is in troubleAs Miller drove to Kim's apartment, his knuckles white against the steering wheel, his mind was filled with thoughts of revenge. He was determined to confront Kim and warn him to stay away from his business, no matter the consequences. He just couldn't risk failing his boss.As he pulled up outside Kim's apartment building, Miller's heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He took a deep breath, readying himself for what he was about to do.As he entered the building and made his way up to Kim's apartment, luckily Kim was home to get some things for Esther. His steps heavy with intention, Miller rehearsed what he would say in his mind. He couldn't afford to show any weakness in front of Kim – he needed to assert his authority and make it clear that he wouldn't tolerate any interference in his affairs.But as he reached Kim's door and raised his hand to knock, a surge of doubt swept over him. Was he doing the right thing? Was this really the
The TrapAs Miller stepped through the door of his lavish home, he remembered a perfect plan that would land Kim in jail for a very long time. He wasted no time in picking up the phone and dialing his most trusted associates, he was already happy that his plans were perfect and would definitely work out this time around."Listen carefully," Miller began, his voice low and intense. "I need you to find someone in Kim's organization who's susceptible to bribery. Someone who's motivated by money and willing to do whatever it takes to get it."His associates listened intently, nodding their heads through the phone as they absorbed Miller's instructions. They knew better than to question his orders – when Miller spoke, they listened."Once you've found the right person, I want you to instruct them to carefully steal money from the company's accounts," Miller continued, his tone was serious and unwavering. "But here's the important part – I want them to transfer the money to a new account th
An Honest RejectionOne of Miller’s men, who seemed to be the leader of the gang, cleared his throat. The next thing that came out of his mouth was promises of wealth and power, making an enticing offer – betray Kim in exchange for a hefty sum of money."Listen carefully," he began, his voice low and compelling as he laid out the proposal to one of Kim's colleagues. "We're willing to offer you a substantial amount of money to turn against Kim. You’ll make it look like he was embezzling the organization’s money and sending it into his private account. As a staff member, you will get your boss’s attention to the fraud, and the person will be investigated. Finally, the crime will be linked with Kim Slate. With your help, we can bring him down and bring his name to the mud. He will go to jail for life. His family influence and power wouldn't save him this time."The three glanced at each other. They couldn't understand why, it had to be them, was it because they had the same level of rese
Act of submission As the torture and beating continued, Kim's colleagues gritted their teeth against the pain, their bodies wracked with agony but their answers still remained the same. They refused to give in to the demands of Miller's men, knowing that what would come was definitely going to be worse than what they were going through at the moment.But as the beating intensified and the threats grew more dangerous, fear began to gnaw at them, it was just too much for them to bear. “You all are going to suffer if you continue to refuse. And not just you alone, your entire family. Just stop being stubborn.”The sound of Miller's men's menacing voices sounded rough and evil to their ears, their words dripping with anger as they taunted and threatened Kim's colleagues."We'll shoot you dead if you don't cooperate!" one of Miller's men bellowed, his voice echoing through the warehouse with chilling clarity. "You have no choice but to do as we say!"The threat gave them goosebumps, send
Bad intention As Kim's colleagues lay on the ground, battered and bruised, they could only pray for the relentless assault to come to an end. Each blow felt like a hammer to their already weakened bodies, and they struggled to find the strength to endure.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Miller's men backed down, their cruel laughter echoing through the warehouse as they studied the damage they had inflicted on them. Feeling satisfied, they proceeded to make the transfers to each of their accounts, the sound of electronic transactions sounding in their ears.“Check your phones, I know you will love what you will see and it will make up for any inconvenience you have endured.” one said, smiling sheepishly.As the money appeared in their accounts, Kim's colleagues couldn't believe their eyes – the sight of $50,000 deposited into their bank balances was both shocking and surreal. “Wow! This is too much,” they exclaimed, glancing at each other. Despite the fear and pain they ha
Discovering the dead Kim sat at his desk in his office, surrounded by stacks of papers and folders, he was diligently typing away at his computer as he worked on compiling all the evidence he had gathered against the gold business. He was focused, his mind consumed by the job at hand as he meticulously documented every detail of the illegal activities he had discovered.A few minutes later, his phone rang, it was his private investigator. He spoke with him on the phone, discussing the latest developments in the case, all his findings, and observations. Every piece of information was crucial in bringing down the illegal business, and Kim was determined to leave no stone unturned in his pursuit of justice.Suddenly, the door to his office burst open, and one of his junior colleagues rushed in, his face pale and eyes wide with fear.“Mr. Kim!” the junior colleague exclaimed, his voice trembling with urgency.Kim’s attention snapped away from his phone call, his heart rate quickening as