"Let's go, things will be okay," he said confidently, his voice filled with determination as he gestured towards the waiting car. Ethan, with a sense of urgency, quickly made his way to the vehicle and opened the door, inviting Adriana to join him. She silently complied, her expression unreadable.Once inside the car, Ethan wasted no time. He reached for his phone, dialed a number, and waited with a focused intensity. As soon as the call connected, Ethan's tone shifted to one of authority and directness. "Find the root of the number I just sent you," he commanded, leaving no room for doubt. Upon delivering the message, he abruptly ended the call, his resolve unwavering.Throughout the drive back to the office, a heavy silence enveloped the car. Adriana remained reserved, her thoughts hidden behind a veil of quiet contemplation. No words escaped her lips, seemingly lost in her own world as the vehicle sped through the streets.Upon their arrival at the office, Ethan took the initiative
The elderly woman looked up from her chair, her eyes filled with confusion and recognition. She turned to her grandson, the man on the wheelchair, and asked, "Grandmother, who's this? Do you forget George asked us not to let any stranger in?"As the man on the wheelchair began to rewind the words, Ethan, a sense of urgency washed over him. He quickly interjected, wanting to clarify the situation. "I am not a stranger," Ethan asserted, his voice calm but firm. "I am Ethan, George's boss. I came here to check how his family is doing since he's in lockup," he explained, hoping to alleviate any concerns they might have. He wanted to put their minds at ease and reassure them of his intentions."Why should we trust you?" The lady asked, her voice tinged with skepticism and caution.Ethan took a moment to understand her concerns and responded calmly, hoping to gain their trust. "I think you should trust me. In fact, I believe I have enough evidence to prove it," he stated confidently.In an
The room was dimly lit, the weak beam of light casting eerie shadows along the peeling wallpaper. A figure sat in a worn chair at the center, their face hidden behind a cold, emotionless mask. The air was heavy with tension as the stillness of the room was abruptly shattered by the sudden entrance of a man. His footsteps echoed on the creaky wooden floor, his urgency flooding the room."Did you capture them?" he demanded, his voice dripping with impatience as a malicious smirk danced at the corner of his lips. The question hung in the air, filled with a foreboding sense of dread. The man's interrupter trembled slightly, intimidated by the intensity in his eyes and the aura of power that seemed to surround him."No, sir," he stammered, his voice betraying his fear. "It was a bad timing. Ethan was there, I couldn't stop him. He seemed to have uncovered something. He's investigating, sir." His words were laced with trepidation, trembling on the edge of revealing more than intended.The m
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice trembling with regret and a hint of desperation. "I didn't do any of this on purpose; it wasn't my intention. I was in need of help, and I couldn't bring myself to ask the company for a loan because I know they have a lot going on recently. I never wanted to give them another burden to bear."As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, glistening with unshed sorrow. His sincere expression mirrored his words, illustrating the weight of his guilt and the genuine remorse he felt for his actions.Curiosity sparked within the listener, evident in his demanding tone. "Tell me about them," he said, leaning forward with genuine interest. "Who is after the company and our lives?" His eyes fixated on the speaker, awaiting an explanation that could shed light on the dark forces threatening their existence."I don't know how they found out about my needs," he confessed, a mix of confusion and concern etched upon his face. "But a particular guy approached me and offer
"I have always considered you my friend," he said earnestly, a sincere expression evident on his face. "So I am asking you to sit as a friend, but not as the Chairman." Adriana chuckled at his request and took a seat. "You've been a bit distant lately, so I thought maybe you wanted to keep the distance of a boss," she said playfully."I know I have been quite distant lately," he confessed, his tone relaxed as he outlined his current situation. "Things are getting out of hand. The more I try to get to the root of the problem, the more different stories keep emerging, escalating the whole situation. I don't want to burden you with my problems."Adriana reassured him, her voice filled with understanding, "I understand, but you should remember that I will always be there for you. Your grandpa has been a pillar of support for me and has maintained a close relationship with my family. So, in a way, we are like family, and you can confide in me." Her words offered him a sense of comfort an
Johnson walked into the dimly lit bar, his eyes scanning the room with a mix of caution and curiosity. Amidst the crowd, a figure wearing a face cap that concealed most of his features caught Johnson's attention. The mysterious man waved at him, gesturing for him to approach. Johnson made his way over, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity as he took a seat opposite the stranger at a small, intimate table meant for two."Why did you summon me here?" Johnson asked, his tone laced with a graceful seriousness as he studied the man before him."I am Dan," the stranger replied, his voice calm and collected. "And I am sure you are Johnson." However, Johnson couldn't help but feel a slight unease at being so easily recognized.Johnson's frustration began to manifest in his tone as he sternly responded, "Can we skip the introductions? I have no interest in getting to know you. Why did you invite me here?" His demand hung heavy in the air, leaving little room for pleasantries.Without ut
Ethan reluctantly dialed Johnson's number, feeling somewhat amused by his own actions. Little did he expect the colorful response he would receive on the other end of the line. "Wow! Did you really call me or is this your ghost?" Johnson demanded, his tone carrying a mix of surprise and skepticism. Ethan couldn't help but chuckle at Johnson's reaction.Summoning some determination, Ethan spoke up, his voice carrying a hint of resolve. "Let's meet. We need to talk," he said, forcibly letting out the words even though he had never truly wanted to go down this path. However, it was Adriana's suggestion that trying to fight with Johnson would only lead to trouble. Instead, she had advised him to make sure Johnson understood his reasons for standing his ground.Johnson's voice dripped with anger as he fired back, "Is that an order? Who are you to think you can order me around?" The hostility in his tone was evident, adding intensity to the conversation.Ethan, not backing down, responded wi
"We have no choice, I guess you should call him," Adriana persisted, her voice laced with a mixture of determination and apprehension. Ethan reluctantly reached for his phone and dialed Johnson's number, anticipation mounting with each ringing tone."I can see you outside with your PA. Come into the court," Johnson's firm voice commanded from the other end of the line. Ethan couldn't help but smirk, finding amusement in the way Johnson asserted his authority."Okay," Ethan finally responded before hanging up the call. He turned to face Adriana, a resolute expression on his face."Let's go," he uttered, and they both moved towards the basketball court. As they arrived, the sight of Johnson, dressed in sports attire, greeted them. A momentary glance shared between Ethan and Adriana conveyed a mix of curiosity and uncertainty."You must be surprised, right?" Johnson demanded, his voice carrying a hint of arrogance as he effortlessly threw the ball into the basket, the satisfying swish fi