A week after the dinner with the Big boss, Mayor Benson resigned with Moses Doberman stepping in as the new Mayor of Red light district. The mayor's of Kensington and Golden bridge didn't see this coming. The man they all wanted to stop was now Mayor of the Redlight district. When they tried to confront Mayor Benson about this unexpected turn of event, Benson was unreachable. He had boarded the first flight abroad and left the Twelve cities. Mayor Caldwell of Golden Bridge and Mayor Tran of Kensington were furious when they heard the news. With Moses being Mayor of Redlight district, he would have no restrictions to build as many affordable houses as he desires. This move was a direct threat to the two mayor's ambitions but there was nothing they could do about it. In just a few days, Moses lifted the restrictions on his building projects in the Red Light District. He flooded the area with construction crews, materials, and resources. Within weeks, his affordable housing uni
A chill ran down Tran spine. "You… want to marry my daughter?"Moses smile was now sharper. "Not me, Tran," he reached out and patted the back of a member of the Doberman clan. "He is. His name is John. He turned 23 years old earlier this year."Tran studied John. John was a handsome young man no doubt, with powerful intelligent eyes. Moses carried on proudly. "John is a respectable member of the Doberman clan. At his age, he's a deputy director at the umbrella international bank. You can never have anyone as qualified for a Son-in-law as him."Tran turned to Moses. "What do you hope to gain from this?"Moses grinned. "It’s a fair trade, Mayor. You get to keep your city, your legacy. And Kensington gets a future."Tran clenched his fist. This man, he decided was a smart dangerous person. * * * *Moses and the Doberman clansmen were ushered into the airy sitting room of the Kensington family. Tran was seated on his favourite big chair in the living room, with his eldest son, Brad,
Moses woke up feeling light headed. Glancing around him, he found himself in what seemed like a wilderness, surrounded by thick underbrush and towering trees. For a moment, he stared around this habitat, confused. "Wait a minute, where the hell I'm I? How the hell did I end up here?" He asked himself. Moses tried to piece together the last thing he remembered, but his mind was blank.Even his own identity was lost to him, like a distant memory he couldn’t quite reach. Suddenly, Moses panicked. Could he have lost his memory? There's no way. He couldn't remember anything. Struggling to his feet, Moses realized he was in the middle of a private plane wreckage. The remains of the plane lay in a twisted wreck behind him, metal shards and pieces of luggage scattered all over the place. His heart racing, Moses stumbled over to it, his vision swimming and the pounding in his head intensifying. Blood trickled from a gash just above his right eyebrow, but it seemed to be the only injur
Moses learnt two things. He was in an isolated city called GreenFalls, a tropical large city with a complicated climate structure. However, GreenFalls was a big metropolitan city filled with a population of over 5 million people. In GreenFalls, there was no government. The ruling system was by what house was the most powerful. A house consist of members of a family group. There were three powerful houses: The Iron House, The Unicron House and The Saint House. Sitting at the top of the ruling house was the Iron House. According to Sandra, she was the member of the Saint House. Moses learnt she was a widow, living with her only son at a shack. "It's not much but my son and I manage just fine," She said. Moses felt bad. "But if you are a member of the Saint House, of course you should be given better treatment."Sandra smiled painfully as she swerved the truck round a bend. "It's not that simple," She said. "My husband was contesting to be head of the Saint House. His other br
Sandra exhaled shakily, turning to Moses. “I’m… I’m so sorry you had to see that. She’s always like this.”Moses shook his head, his expression softening. “You don’t have to apologize, Sandra. You deserve better than this.”Sandra smiled, but it was forced. “Thank you, Moses. But I’m afraid you can't stay here anymore. You don't know how powerful the Saint House is like. If you cause any further trouble, they might kill you.”Moses wanted to help this woman. He felt a strong urge to destroy anyone who hurt her and give her the justice which she deserves. If only he could find a way to do that. Sandra hurriedly pulled out some Changes in her pocket. "It's all I have left for now. I'm sorry it isn't much. Take it. You can find somewhere to spend the night at least. There's a cheap Inn not further away from here."Moses collected the coins. The coins bore the Iron House, the Unicron House and the Saint House names and symbols. Indeed these people must be powerful if this city uses th
In the Saint House, everyone was gathered around the head of the house, Holman Saint. Holman Saint sat on the fancy chair in the room while the others sat on lower stools. He was the second son, aged forty-five with a sharp razor sharp gaze and a firm mouth. His striking features was his bushy moustache and big forehead. The Saint House made their wealth off fishing and cooking. They own the fanciest restaurant franchise in the world with The Saint's Plate being the only exclusive restaurant in GreenFalls. “We have a special guest arriving tonight,” Holman Saint began. “They call him the Big Boss. How many of you know about the Big boss?"A low murmur spread across the room but no one answered Holman. He wasn't surprised, GreenFalls was a very remote city. Only a few members of the Saint House has ever left the city to explore the outside world or manage their franchise business. "Very well, then I'll tell you," Holman said after a pause. "I’ve heard about the Big boss a coup
The clock struck eight, and an air of excitement and tension thickened in The Saint’s Plate. Everyone was on edge, making last-minute adjustments, re-polishing the silverware, straightening the crisp, white table linens, and whispering hurried instructions. Holman Saint himself paced near the entrance, casting a wary glance over his chefs.Everything was set and ready. It was time to welcome their guests. News about the Big Boss visit to the Saint's Plate had made rounds across the city. The Big Boss had personally invited both the Iron house and the Unicron House to attend the event. It was decided the winner of the contest would be decided by the Big boss and the other two Ruling houses. This way, there would be no partiality. At exactly eight-fifteen, all the important guests started arriving. Celebrities, elite families and groups moved into the entrance of the Saint's Plate. Then the two ruling houses arrived. The Iron House, the Unicron House and the Saint House were al
Holman’s hands shook as he clasped them behind his back, watching nervously from the shadows. It had been over an hour since the first chef’s dish was presented, and the clock continued to tick as each of the Saint House’s top chefs submitted their finest creations to the Big Boss. One by one, the Big Boss sampled the dishes—an artful seafood risotto, a delicate truffle-infused soufflé, a perfectly seared duck breast glazed in rare citrus reductions. With each bite, he’d lift his fork, place the morsel on his tongue, and chew slowly, his face revealing absolutely nothing. After only one taste, he would set his fork down, his expression as blank and impenetrable as it had been from the start. He didn’t swallow.This was the first time something like this had happened at the Saint's Plate. No one had ever not swallowed a dish. It was the greatest insult dealt to the Saint House. Holman wanted the earth to swallow him. The tension in the room grew thicker with each dish. The hea