The phone call with Vincent did not last longer than twenty minutes, but calling Vincent reignited some lingering feelings about his overseas Nacht Group. Nicolas sighed. The moment he completed his mission here, he would not hesitate to return back overseas. The time seemed closer than ever. He was after all making more headway and progress each day.He was still deep in his thoughts when his tablet vibrated, notifying him about the arrival of a new e-mail. Vincent had completed his task. Nicolas smiled. He was as efficient as ever.He took another puff of his cigar as he opened the e-mail and went through its details.Name: Seth Kaysen.Age: 22.Height: 195 cm.Weight: 220 lbs.Blood type: O negative (O-)SSN: XXX251Place of work: Limbra Inc.Department: Accounting Department.Nicolas looked at his new identity with a blank expression on his face. Vincent had gotten everything perfectly right. It was a flawless job.Apart from his name, place of work and department, everything e
"And you may be?" Nicolas asked coldly as he firmly removed the stranger's grip from his shoulder before turning to face the man. He came face to face with a tall and lanky young man who looked to be around the age of 25 or lesser. He had an unremarkable face which was currently staring at Nicolas with a disdainful expression on his face. "Fred Davies." The tall and lanky man answered, and the traces of pride in his voice could not be hidden. Nicolas could easily tell that he was from a wealthy family and a based on the way he spoke and his manner of mannerisms. Nicolas noticed that the moment the lanky man announced his identity, the customers present in the barber's salon all had expressions of surprise appear on their faces. It was obvious that they were intimidated by Fred's impressive background. However, Nicolas did not care a bit about Fred's impressive background whatsoever. He only wanted to get back to his villa as soon as possible. "What do you want?" Nicolas asked frigid
There was no mistaking it; the dashing young man who drove the expensive Mercedes Benz sports car was Victor Iil, Patrick Schick's right hand man!There was no way Nicolas would mistake Victor's face. He was very sure that the dashing young man was Victor Iil.Nicolas' orange irises narrowed after coming to that conclusion while staring at Victor who was handing over the car keys to his sports car to the company's valet. According to what happened a month ago, Victor should be rotting behind bars for his crime. How come he was roaming free and driving a sports car that cost more than $300,000? Did this mean that Patrick Schick was also released from prison and was roaming free as well?Also, was it a coincidence that Victor Iil appeared at Limbra Inc. the same day he was beginning his infiltration mission in the company? Or did he just happen to have another convenient reason for him to come here?"There is no use thinking too much about it now. The only thing I can do is to investi
Standing in the same elevator as the man who was suspected to have a hand in his mother's death was not easy for Nicolas. However, with superior control over his emotions, he managed to control his facial expression and remain silent.He routinely looked at the pudgy vice president of Limbra Inc. with a stoic expression on his face as the elevator ascended to his destination. Just as he was about to sneak another look, the pudgy vice president who was dutifully typing away on his expensive smartphone lazily kept his phone in his pocket before turning to stare at the only person in the elevator with him."Oh! Hello there!" Jack Harvey greeted in an amicable tone, his beady-like eyes holding a tinge of jealousy as he scanned Nicolas' handsome features. He wasn't too good-looking himself, therefore he was extremely jealous at the young man's handsome features."I haven't seen you around before. Are you new here?" Jack Harvey asked suspiciously as he stared at Nicolas. "I'm new here, vic
"What do you think you're doing there, standing like you are lost in the middle of a bustling city?" a voice which belonged to a male asked Nicolas, his voice laced with irritation. "Ah. Sorry about that." Nicolas replied in a calm voice, his faux orange irises subtly observing the features of the man with the irritated voice. The man looked to be in his late forties and was tall, his height easily measuring above six feet. He had brown hair which was currently cut lower than Nicolas', and equally brown eyes, which made him look pleasantly handsome. He was brown skinned and had a physique that spoke unspeakable hours of training in the gym. From his physique alone, which was partially concealed by the loose blue shirt and black slacks he wore, Nicolas surmised that he must be a gym freak. "Are you new here? I haven't seen your face around here." The man asked with a frown on his face as he studied Nicolas' extremely handsome features. "Yes, I am new here. I recently transferred f
Inside a very large office filled with state-of-the-art computers, the sounds of people typing away speedily on keyboards could be heard with obvious clarity. Among the people typing away dutifully was a young and handsome man with short black hair and orange irises, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.Of course, the young and handsome man was none other than Nicolas.Nicolas had fallen into a simple routine for the next two days. He worked dutifully at Limbra Inc. as a junior accountant, always coming in early, completing his tasks, and then leaving right on time. Furthermore, he made sure that his presence at his temporary workplace was as inconspicuous as possible, avoiding anything that could draw attention to himself.However, while he made sure not to attract as little attention as possible, he also paid close attention to the gossip and low-level discussions the workers had during their lunch breaks at the company's cafeteria. From his experience growing Nacht Group to be a
Nicolas's heart raced with anger as he pulled up to the grand entrance of the Blue Diamond Villa. The sprawling estate stood proudly against the backdrop of the setting sun, its elegant architecture commanding attention from anyone who laid eyes on it.With his car parked meticulously, he stepped out and strode towards his opulent villa, seething with an intense fury directed at none other than the notorious Iil Group.Nicolas was very disgusted with the actions of the Iil Group's chairman, Isaac Iil, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. He knew what his priorities were, and right now, the Iil Group is not at the top of his priority list.The first thing he needed to do was investigate Jack Harvey's involvement in his mother's death and also find evidence of the financial crimes Limbra Inc. committed. This way, he would be killing two birds with one stone.Shelving all thoughts about his pursuit of the truth about his mother's death and unearthing the dark financial crimes
The hours went by uneventfully, with Nicolas being fully focused on his job, and soon enough, it was 12 p.m., the designated time for the meeting of the upper echelons at Limbra Inc.Of course, it was also the time that Nicolas plan would be set in motion.Nicolas kept on typing away on his monitor, but consciously kept tabs on the time on his black wristwatch. The moment the time on his wristwatch read 12:05 p.m., he stood up from his work desk and excused himself to Mr. Idris before making his way out of the accounting department.However, Nicolas did not make his way to the toilet as he asked to do so. Instead, he took the stairs all the way to the 10th floor, carefully avoiding the scrutiny of the CCTV cameras installed in the hallways of Limbra Inc.In less than five minutes, he was already on the 10th floor, and just two floors separated him from the floor where Jack Harvey, the vice president of Limbra Inc., office was.He calmly made his way into an empty and abandoned store ro