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He collapsed to the ground, seeing the man disappearing into the shadows.Lugard rushed in, his face a mask of horror and panic. "Young Master! Hang on!"People began to gather around the scene, their shocked murmurs growing louder."Did you hear that? Someone just shot Emmett Watson!""Wasn't he supposed to take over the company? This is insane!""He just came out of rehab, didn't he? Maybe this is related to that."Within moments, the alley was crowded with onlookers, and soon the flashing lights of cameras and the buzz of reporters filled the air."Emmett Watson has been shot!" a reporter shouted into his microphone, the live broadcast capturing the chaos. "This is an unbelievable turn of events right outside the Watsons’ board meeting!"Another reporter pushed her way to the front. "Do we know who shot him? Could this be a corporate rivalry taken too far?"Lugard tried to shield Sultan from the growing crowd, his voice urgent as he called for an ambulance. "Move back! Give him spa
The Fool's Gold (Major Arcana) Red Glow, Skull, Mirror, IMAGE!
Meanwhile, back at the company, the scene of the incident was still buzzing with chaos. Employees were gathered in tight-knit groups, whispering furiously and speculating about what had just happened. The reporters, eager to follow the next chapter of the story, were hastily packing up their equipment, some already heading to the Watson estate in the hopes of catching another glimpse of Emmett Watson.Amidst the commotion, someone slowly bent down, their slender fingers brushing against the cold, hard floor. They felt around carefully until they touched the dented surface of the gold coin. With a quick glance around to ensure they weren’t being watched, they picked it up and clutched it tightly in their hand.The person straightened, slipping the coin into their pocket. They moved with a calculated nonchalance, blending back into the crowd of employees who were still murmuring in disbelief."Did you see how he just got up? Like it was nothing!""I thought for sure he was a goner. T
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"Y... you've got to be kidding me," Sultan blurted out, though he was not as shocked as one might expect. He was familiar with the Hermit, a figure from the Major Arcana he knew nothing about just yet. The old wizardly man's face, pale as a corpse and shrouded under a hood, stared back at him from the mirror. His eyes, like ancient sand, held a depth of wisdom and forewarning.Sultan frowned, conflicted by the Hermit's sudden appearance and cryptic presence. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration and curiosity.He was trying to avoid those people huh, those other work cult trying to initiate him yet.. ugh! They just kept appearing.The Hermit's gaze was intense, truly penetrating Sultan's soul. He raised a skeletal hand, pointing directly at Sultan through the mirror. "Looming dangers approach, Sultan," the Hermit warned, his voice a haunting whisper. "The path is fraught with peril, and shadows gather around you."Sultan tried to grasp the meaning behind
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"Err, Dad..." Sultan stammered, searching for the right words. "I, um, I don't remember having a mole. Maybe... maybe you're mistaken?”His father’s expression turned serious. "You do have a mole, son," he insisted.Sultan blinked, the fear of being exposed tightening in his chest. "Dad, I said in the interview that I underwent surgery. I wasn’t lying. If I had a mole before, I shouldn’t have one now."His father narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Nice joke, son," he said, stretching out his hand and pointing to Sultan’s face. "There, the mole is still there. Perhaps the surgery didn’t do much justice to the mole, and I’m thankful it didn’t. That mole reminds me of our father-son relationship. It’d be sad if it were lost."Sultan quickly raised his hand to his nose, poking around until he felt the mole. It wasn’t small, nor was it big, but it was clearly noticeable from a closer distance. How? He had looked at himself in the mirror today and there was no mole. His mind raced, trying t
The Fool's Gold The Sanderson's Family
"Hey, pops, moms. Heard my cousin's getting married tomorrow. Is this the reason why I'm back home?" Ashley asked as she came down the stairs in her cute, fluffy, hairy bear coat.Her mom looked up from the kitchen counter, where she was preparing breakfast. "Good morning, Ashley. Yes, Tiana's wedding is part of the reason. We wanted the family to be together for this special occasion."Her dad, sitting at the dining table with a cup of coffee, added, "But we also missed having our little trouble maker around. It's been too long since we were all under the same roof."Ashley grinned, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Well, I'm here now. Anything else exciting happening while I'm back?"Her mom chuckled, "You know how it is around here. There's always something going on."Her dad, knowing his daughter's mischievous streak, gave her a stern look, raising an eyebrow in a silent warning. Her mom followed suit, giving Ashley the same eye signal, a clear reminder to behave.Ashley rolled
The Fool's Gold The Sanderson's And The Finn's Family
"Let's meet for the last time, Sultan."Ashley rode on her bike all the way to the Finn Household. She had been dreading this visit for weeks since she came back to the city, but she knew it was necessary. She could guess her step-aunt, Felicia was likely to be her usual condescending self, but Ashley was determined to keep her cool.As she entered the house, the maids greeted her warmly, and she exchanged pleasantries with them. The Sanderson family's wealth and status meant she was always treated with deference, even by the Finns, who were merely "average people trying to live off by selling their daughters to rich men."Ashley made her way to Tania's room, her mischievous mind cooking up tricks to anger her dear sweet step-cousin. Sadly, the house was too quiet for one that would host a wedding thr next day, she had a feeling something was off. Still, she approached the slightly open door, and then she overheard Tania's conversation on phone. "Let's meet for the last time, Sult
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Sultan pulled the hood of his yellow, duckie-designed hoodie over his head, removing his million-dollar watch and tucking it away."All good," he muttered to himself.He gazed down at his feet, then turned to face Lugard, whose reflection stared back at him from the mirror. "Lugard, can I get a boot? A farm boot, the dirty one?"Lugard's expression was puzzled. "Huh? Young Master Watson, why do you need a dirty farm boot?"Sultan's response was swift. "To eat!"Lugard's confusion deepened."Tsk! To wear them, of course!" Sultan clarified with a smirk.Lugard shook his head, chuckling. "You're something else, Young Master Watson. I'll get you the boot."As Lugard turned to leave, Sultan called out, "And make sure it's the dirtiest one you can find!"Lugard raised an eyebrow but nodded. "As you wish, Young Master."Sultan watched Lugard leave, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He needed to look as
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Sultan studied Butler Henri’s face, noticing the shift from tension and anxiety to genuine fear and concern."It seems there is a conspiracy to take you down, Young Master," Butler Henri said, his voice low and urgent. "Don't go to the company anymore. Stay at home."Sultan's eyes widened slightly, processing the weight of Henri’s words. "A conspiracy? To take me down?" he echoed, his mind racing with possibilities.Henri nodded, his expression grim. "Yes, Young Master. It's dangerous for you to be out in the open right now. Plus, you just came back from….. Young Master, staying at home is the safest option."Sultan took a deep breath, slightly calm. "I understand. Thank you for the warning, Sir. I’ll take your advice seriously."‘It seems he has no idea I was shot days ago. He'd find out sooner or later.’Butler Henri nodded, relief evident in his eyes. "Good. We’ll ensure your safety here. If you need anything, please let me know."As Henri turned to leave, Sultan stopped him. "Emmm
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The room was dark, the only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioner, and Sultan could still feel his pulse racing from the nightmare. He muttered under his breath, "Damn it…"Sultan shifted in bed, the sheets rustling as he pushed himself up to sit at the edge. His hand ran through his hair, now damp with sweat. He could still feel the weight of the dream, the shadows of the four figures lingering in his mind. Their accusations, the way they chased him, it all felt too real. It was as if they were trying to pull him back into something he desperately wanted to escape from."Forgotten... forsaken… what the hell does it even mean?" He muttered, rubbing his face with his palms. The clock on the nightstand showed 6:15 AM. He hadn’t planned on waking up this early, but after that dream, there was no chance of going back to sleep. He got up, his feet making soft thuds on the carpet as he moved to the window. Pulling the curtains apart, he was met with the dull light of dawn. The
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Darkness clung to Sultan like a thick fog as he found himself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar place. He couldn’t tell if it was night or day—the sky was a dull, ashen gray, and the air was still, oppressive, as if the world itself were holding its breath. Around him, shadows loomed, shifting and twisting, never settling into anything recognizable.Sultan’s breath quickened, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t sure how he had ended up here or why, but something about this place gnawed at the edges of his mind, a whisper of fear that he couldn’t quite shake. The ground beneath his feet was cold, hard, and unyielding, and every step he took seemed to echo into the void.He started walking, not sure where he was going, but driven by an urgent need to move. His footsteps were the only sound, the silence around him thick and stifling. As he moved forward, the shadows seemed to part slightly, revealing a narrow path ahead. It wound through what appeared to be an endless exp
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The road to a certain destination was long and winding, flanked by dense forests that seemed to close in around the narrow path. The man walked with a deliberate pace, his steps heavy with the weight of memories that he couldn’t shake. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the only sound was the steady crunch of leaves underfoot.As the road twisted and turned, the destination finally came into view, nestled at the end of the valley. "Armstrong's Den," the man blurted out.The house stood like a forgotten sentinel, its once-grand façade now weathered by time. Vines clung to the walls, and the windows, some broken, others covered in dust, gazed out like the hollow eyes of a weary sentinel. The man hesitated at the edge of the clearing, his gaze fixed on the house that seemed to hold all the answers he had been seeking.Without a word, he moved forward, crossing the worn cobblestone path that led to the front door. The creaking of the floorboards under his feet
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Shadow In The Woods
(SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS)..It was a typical late afternoon in the sleepy little town of Thornwood, where the world seemed to move just a touch slower. The summer sun was beginning its descent, casting long, lazy shadows across the winding dirt road that led out of town and into the thick, endless stretch of woods that bordered the northern edge of the county. The locals called it the “Dark Forest,” though it had no official name. It was a place that everyone knew of but few dared to explore.Today, the forest was quiet, as it usually was, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant cry of a bird. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, and the light filtered through the dense canopy above, painting the forest floor in a patchwork of gold and shadow.As the day edged closer to dusk, the quiet was broken by the crunch of gravel underfoot. A man, dressed in a worn leather jacket and faded jeans, walked slowly down the old road that cut through the forest. His
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Dine For Marriage (2)
The room, still warm with the remnants of their earlier conversation, felt charged with an undercurrent of something unspoken, something that Sultan had already perceived.For Sultan was no ordinary man. Known to many as the fool—a title that masked the depth of his true abilities—he had honed his skills to an art. And today, as Mr. Dickson sat across from him, discussing marriage and the future of the Watson family, Sultan’s mind was elsewhere, reaching into the recesses of Dickson's thoughts, peeling back the layers of his intentions.In an instant, Sultan saw it clearly: Mr. Dickson's visit had little to do with genuine concern for the Watsons or their company's future. It was about positioning. The recent collaborations with Lin Enterprise and Sullivan, the President's son, had solidified the Watsons’ place on the path to immense power and influence. Mr. Dickson, ever the opportunist, was angling for a deeper slice of that pie—one that could only be secured through family ties. H
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The morning sun poured gently through the tall windows of the Watson estate, casting a warm glow over the meticulously set dining table. The table was adorned with fine china, polished silverware, and an array of breakfast dishes—freshly baked bread, fruits, eggs, and other delights, arranged with care by the household staff. Mr. and Mrs. Watson were already seated, exchanging quiet words as they waited for their sons and their guest to join them."Everything looks perfect," Mrs. Watson remarked, her eyes scanning the table with approval."It certainly does," Mr. Watson agreed, a hint of pride in his voice. "But it’s not the food that matters today. It’s eating with our sons."As they spoke, one of the bodyguards entered the room, standing tall by the door. "Mr. Dickson has arrived," he announced."Thank you. Please show him in," Mr. Watson instructed.A moment later, Mr. Dickson entered the dining room, his presence as imposing as ever. Dressed in a tailored suit, he moved with the
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The President's Son Is Collaborating
"Greetings and peace be unto here,” a bewitching voice slurred from the entrance.The atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically as Sullivan walked in. The cameras, previously focused on Sultan and the Watson family, swung towards the door, capturing every step of the president's son. The reporters, eager for a scoop, rushed forward, their microphones thrust out and voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of questions and praises."Mr President's son! Over here!""Mr. Sullivan, can we get a comment?""How do you feel about the recent developments? And do you have a hand in the help of the Watsons to resolve their issues?""Why are you here today?”Sullivan, dressed in a sharp suit that seemed to glow with authority, acknowledged the cameras with a nod and a charismatic smile. His presence commanded attention, and the room seemed to hold its breath.Mr. and Mrs. Watson, along with Emmet, looked genuinely happy. They exchanged glances, then moved quickly to greet Sullivan and his ent
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Together! (2)
After his bold declaration, Sultan tapped Emmett's back seemingly soothing him to easen his tension then stepped forward, addressing the gathered shareholders, employees, and reporters. His calm demeanor and confident presence commanded attention, and as he began to speak, the room fell silent. He felt the funny and playful side it him - the FOOL, give way for his smart side as Sultan Armstrong, now a Watson. "Ladies and gentlemen," Sultan began, his voice steady and assured, "I understand that there has been a lot of uncertainty and concern regarding the future of the Watson Company. Today, I stand before you to address those concerns and present a vision for our collective future."He paused, letting his words sink in. The shareholders, some skeptical, some hopeful, leaned in, eager to hear more."My vision for the Watson Company is one of innovation, fairness, and family values. We need to embrace new technologies and ideas to stay competitive in this rapidly changing market. Bu
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As Joe Armstrong's car sped away from Emmett, he took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the conversation that had just transpired. But instead of heading straight to the office, he made a subtle turn back towards the previous location. Once out of sight, Joe pulled over and quickly exited his vehicle. He glanced around cautiously, ensuring no one was observing him.A short distance away, a larger, luxurious gold-colored Venza awaited him. Joe approached the vehicle, his demeanor shifting from casual to serious. He opened the rear door and slipped inside, immediately bowing his head. In the plush back seat, a man dressed in a striking gold suit sat with an air of authority. His presence was commanding, exuding a quiet, menacing power. This was Sullivan, a figure who rarely showed his face but whose influence was deeply felt.Joe greeted him respectfully, "Greetings, Master."Sullivan, without looking up from the tablet he was holding, acknowledged Joe's presence with a slight n
