In the following weeks, Umbrella International Bank gained significant momentum. After the war, the majority of the banks were unable to bounce back into business. But the Doberman clan was more active than any other. In a space of three months, umbrella International Bank's clients jumped to over five million customers– a remarkable feat. While the twelve cities were healing from the scars of the war, Moses was busy rebuilding homes for people, buying lands and estates and renting buildings. He was back in the real estate business. The northern cities have three cities which were badly damaged by the Barbary army. These cities were: Red-light district, The golden Bridge and Kensington. These were the only cities heavily affected by the war. Moses' goal was to support to rebuild these three cities thereby creating cheap housing for refugees affected by the war. With so much money, Moses felt it was only right he used his wealth for the greater good by helping people. And wh
Mayor Benson spent two days living his best life in the infinite castle. Ingrid spent her mornings at the spa, while his daughter couldn’t stop sharing videos of the suite and its breathtaking views. Benson treated himself to fine wines, lavish meals, and gambling dens.As the sun set on the third day, Mayor Benson became nervous. He was dressed in his best suit along with his family, but there was an underlying sense of fear and anxiety inside him. Tonight is the night he was going to meet the Big Boss and dine with him. Soon, a knock fell on the door to their suite. The same hotel manager greeted them. "It is time. The Big Boss is waiting."Benson nodded as he allowed the hotel manager to lead him and his family through a series of grand hallways and into a softly lit dining room.The dining hall was stunning. A long, polished table stretched before them, adorned with golden wares, crystal goblets, and fine china. Wine bottles rested in ice buckets along the side, and an eleg
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