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The room fell into a stunned silence, all eyes of those who knew sultan as Tiana's ex or just his first name turning to Sultan. His heart raced as he processed the groom's words. The missing rings, the public accusation—everything was spiraling out of control.Like seriously? Sultan Armstrong steal?!Ashley’s grip on Sultan’s hand tightened under the table, her eyes wide with disbelief. "This can't be happening," she whispered, her voice trembling.She definitely didn't believe he stole the ring. Well, she didn't know sultan personally to believe be didn't steal the ring, but she knew for sure that Tiana and George was up to no good!Sultan stood up slowly, trying to maintain his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about," he raised, his voice steady despite the rising panic inside him. "I didn't take any rings."He acknowledged he was sultan, the one and only.George’s eyes narrowed. "Then how do you explain your presence here without an invitation?" he demanded, his tone a
The Fool's Gold Tiana's Wedding (4) - The President's Son
In the midst of the commotion, just when Sultan had given up hope of revealing he was a Watson (fearing they wouldn't believe him without his card), another disturbance erupted from the front. A man, flanked by men in black attire and sunglasses, entered the hall, commanding silence and prompting the security personnel to halt their restraint of Sultan. "The Son of the President has arrived!" one of the black-clad guards announced from the front.The president's son was dressed in white amidst the black-suited men. Everyone was surprised to see him. Tiana's mother was incredulous, thinking, ‘The president's son came to my daughter's wedding. Could it be that one of the men she dated was him?’Whispers filled the room, and cameras started clicking. This was the country's president's son, after all!Mr. Sanderson, being the father of the day, went forward to welcome the young man. Sultan, on his own part, was dusting off his shirt when he heard someone call, "Emmett." He looked up.
The Fool's Gold A Genuinely Clueless Watson
Sultan sat in the back of Sullivan's luxurious car, the cityscape blurring past the tinted windows. Sullivan's driver navigated the bustling streets with ease, heading toward a quiet, upscale district. The invitation to discuss a potential collaboration had come as a surprise, but Sultan still took it in, determined to make the most of it.Sullivan sat beside Sultan, his expression calm and composed. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice, Young Master Watson.""It's an honor, Sullivan. Please call me Emmett," he replied, trying to match Sullivan's poise.Also, Sullivan didn't look much older than him, and same time, didn't seem younger than him so, Sultan wanted them to address themselves as peers.Sullivan nodded. "Emmett it is, then. Let's get straight to the point. I've been following the work of the Watsons, and I'm impressed with their innovative approach. I believe a partnership between our companies could be mutually beneficial."Sultan raised an eyebrow
The Fool's Gold The Real Joe Armstrong (1)
Sultan rushed into the Watson estate, his mind fixated on the tarot card like a man possessed. One day of neglect had almost sent everything haywire. The card was probably rolling its eyes at him, if it had one thinking, this guy is really perfect for the fool role!As Sultan hurried inside, Mr. and Mrs. Watson called out to him from the waiting room, their voices filled with concern. “Emmett! Emmett!” they chimed, like a pair of anxious parents wondering if their child had finally gone off the deep end, seeing him sprint like that.Sultan waved his hand dismissively, not stopping as he hastened to his room, clearly on a mission to hug his luck!Once inside, Sultan immediately spotted the tarot card next to a strange file on his bed, like a beacon of hope in a sea of chaos. He peered at the file. The heading on the file read 'Joe Armstrong.' He sighed with relief, grateful that Lugard had come through with the goods. The guy was just so efficient in his work.“Good job, Lugard,” he
The Fool's Gold I Am Joe Armstrong
In the midst of a haunted, abandoned industrial site, the eerie silence was broken only by the faint hum of a single dim light struggling to pierce through the darkness.The shadows loomed large, casting unsettling figures on the rusted walls.Amidst this oppressive gloom, three men could be seen. One sat regally on a throne-like chair, shrouded in darkness and mystery, a mask obscuring his face.Another stood before him, head bowed in submission, while the third man loomed behind the seated figure, silent and watchful.The masked man spoke, his voice a low, commanding rumble, "So, Matthew, you are going to be my guise. You have already sealed the deal to work with me, so you know that you do not belong to yourself. As long as you work with me, you belong to me."The man standing in front, eyes fixed on the ground, responded with unwavering devotion, "Forever, Lord, I work for you, and I am for you. As long as we work together."The masked figure leaned forward slightly, a hint of sat
The Fool's Gold WE ARE THE FOOL (1)
Reaching into his pocket, he brought out the tarot card, the Fool card that had been his constant companion in these strange times.With a deep breath, he tossed the tarot card into the air. It spun gracefully, catching the light, and then, as usual, it transformed into a swirling vortex. The vortex expanded, pulling at the air around it, and Sultan felt its familiar tug. He didn't resist. The vortex enveloped him, and he was sucked into its depths, the world around him blurring and fading away.“Uhh,” Sultan sighed as he stood in the Major Arcana World, the surreal landscape stretching out before him. He found himself in a familiar place, with a shimmering pool of water right in front of him, its surface reflecting the shifting colors of the sky. It was the Major Arcana Pool.Yeah, this is Major Arcana, a place that defies all logic.Beside him was a cloud like garden, an ethereal grove filled with floating, wispy plants that moved as if alive. Sultan grabbed the tarot card from
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A figure sat at the desk in the study, flipping through a book with a calm demeanor. Lugard stood by the window, his expression unreadable. "Lugard," the figure began, not looking up from his book, "do you think Sultan Armstrong suspects anything?" Lugard turned from the window, his face grim. "He’s been suspicious for a while now. The file I left for him is a catalyst. He’s going to have questions when he returns and sees it." The figure nodded, finally closing the book and setting it aside. "It is necessary. He needs to see the information for himself. It’s the only way to push him in the right direction." Lugard crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. "But you know how volatile he can be. If he thinks I'm trying to deceive him, it could backfire and it might affect you, us all." The figure leaned back in the chair, his fingers steepled. "That’s a risk I’m willing to take. Sultan needs to understand the gravity of the situation. And if he doesn’t trust this process, we’re all in
The Fool's Gold WE ARE THE FOOL (2) - A Replacement
Sultan stood, stunned, as the eerie reflection in the water faded away. His heart pounded in his chest, the echo of the mantra still ringing in his ears. The surreal encounter left him disoriented, and he barely registered the presence behind him until he turned around.There, standing with an air of ancient wisdom and foreboding power, was the Hermit. Sultan’s initial shock melted into relief."Oh my God, I am so happy you are here," Sultan exclaimed, taking a step forward. But before he could say more, the Hermit raised his hand, and a cloud of dust swirled up, enveloping Sultan’s face."What the—" Sultan sputtered, coughing as the dust settled on his skin. Suddenly, the dust transformed into a swarm of insects, buzzing and writhing in the air around him. Sultan’s eyes widened in horror as the swarm split into two, flowing past him on either side.As the insects parted, Sultan noticed a dark mist in the distance, swirling menacingly. The Hermit's face was a visage of bone and sa
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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 Shadow In The Armstrong's Den
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
