In Miles Empire headquarters, the media room buzzed with activity. Reporters and cameramen from various news stations crowded the room, all eager to get a scoop on the new CEO.The room was filled with extravagant, modern furniture and large screens displaying the Miles Empire logo.Mr. Miles, dressed in a tailored suit and flanked by his brother, Mr. Stephen, and Mr. Russell, walked into the room. His entourage was surrounded by burly bodyguards."Ladies and gentlemen," Mr. Miles took the podium and began to address the reporters. "Thank you for coming today. I know you're all eager to meet our new CEO. But unfortunately he is not here to see you all at the moment for some confidential reasons."A reporter from TV News Network raised her hand. "Mr. Miles, can you tell us more about the new CEO's vision for the company and the economy at large?"Mr. Miles smiled. "Ah, yes. He is a brilliant leader. He's currently... uh... indisposed, but I assure you, he will be back soon to share his
Conor assembled the rest of the security team in a small, secret office to begin the search for the young master Franklin.The room was lined with computers, maps, and surveillance equipment. The team of security agents, all male, stood around the table, dressed in black tactical gear and armed with guns and radios.Conor, stood at the head of the table. "Okay, guys, we need to find the young master fast before things get worse. We will ask around, show pictures, videos, and posters. But be very discreet. No one has to know he's the new CEO."The team all agreed because they understood the importance of secrecy. They knew that if the news of Franklin's disappearance got out, it could spark a panic and put the entire company at risk.Conor handed out assignments. "John, you check with informants in the business district. Addison, you ask around in the academic centers. I check with sources in the entertainment sector.""Copy that!" John, one of the security men with a thick beard, repl
When Casey Ford learnt that Franklin had escaped, she had no word to express her shock. Her security rushed into the small room where they had kept him."How did he escape?!" Casey shouted.A grizzled man with a birthmark below his eye, shook his head. "Ma'am, we don't know, but it seems that he somehow figured out the code and managed to run away."Casey was seething with rage. "How is this even possible?! You're supposed to guard this place and yet, one man has managed to outsmart you all!"Another guard man spoke up. "We underestimated him. But he is way smarter than we gave him credit for.""Smarter than you gave him credit for?! That's an understatement! He's been one step ahead of you this entire time! And now, he's gone and none of you could notice it or even stop him!" Casey's anger boiled over."We don't know how he did it.”Casey's face turned red with anger. "And you call yourselves guards." She paced around the room, her heels clicking on the floor.The security guards tri
"Where are you?" the manager asked."Hello? Hello? I can't hear you." Ahmet responded."Ahmet, where are you? You need to return to the house immediately.”“The signal is breaking up.""Ahmet, can you hear me now? You need to turn around and come back."Ahmet replied, "No, no, I can't... static ...losing signal..."Silence. No response.Ahmet handed the phone to Hasan to call back and understand why the manager was calling."This is the garage manager. You need to… and …. to the garage.""What? What did you say? I can't hear you.""Hasan, can you hear me now? You need to return to the house. It's an emergency.""Emergency? What... static ...can't understand...""Ahmet, Hasan. Do you copy?""Copy... But ...can't hear you... signal is too weak..."And then again, the line went dead.The security frowned at the poor network signal. "You better find another way to get in touch with them," one of them told the manager.While the truck kept moving to an undisclosed location, Franklin became
Prof. Arjun seemed to suspect that someone was lurking around the corner. He scanned the area, but he didn't seem to notice Franklin hiding behind the crate."What do you mean, Prof?" Ahmet asked, looking around nervously."I think someone might have followed you two here," Prof. Arjun replied seriously. "We need to be extremely careful. These devices are sensitive, and we can't let anyone see them."Franklin listened to Prof. Arjun's words. What did he mean by "sensitive devices"? And what did Bill Ford have to do with all of this?Franklin carefully peeked around the crate, trying to get a better look at what was going on only to notice that Prof. Arjun, Ahmet, and Hasan were searching around and looking suspicious. That alone was enough to tell him that they knew he was here."Check over there!" Prof. Arjun pointed to a stack of crates. "Maybe he's hiding behind those."Ahmet and Hasan rushed over to the crates where Franklin was hiding. Franklin knew he had to act fast. He spotted
Daisy and Richmond were lounging on their plush couch, surrounded by the cozy comforts of their living room. They were watching TV.Daisy snuggled deeper into the couch and tucked her feet under her. "Baby, have you thought about any plans for the future?" she asked.Richmond, who was sitting beside her, stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Well, I've been thinking about us, baby."Daisy was smiling as she said. "I've been considering a new career. Maybe something in modeling?"Richmond's eyes widened in surprise. "That's a big change! What inspired you to consider that?" he asked.Daisy's hands gestured animatedly as she spoke. "I've always loved fashion, and I think it would be amazing to be a part of bringing beauty and style to life," she explained.Richmond nodded and was impressed. "You'd be great at it. You have a stunning look and a confident presence," he said, encouragingly.As they chatted, Daisy's mind wandered to her family. She had been wanting to introduce Richmond to them f
After they failed to find Franklin Miles, Casey's security guards, returned to her apartment, to report back to her. "Miss Ford, we are back from the search," one of them said, his head hung low.Casey looked up from her computer and blinked her eyes multiple times. "What happened? Did you find Franklin?"They shook their heads. "No, Miss Ford. We searched everywhere, but he was gone.""Gone? What do you mean gone? You mean to tell me that none of you could give an account on how one man had managed to escape from all of you in this house without being captured.""We tried, Miss Ford, but he disappeared. We think he might have had help."Casey's eyes flashed with fury. "Help? Who would help him? Do we have a traitor in this house?!"The security guards exchanged nervous glances. They knew better than to mention the delivery truck incident. They feared that if they mentioned it to Casey, they might end up losing their jobs. "We'll keep searching, Miss Ford," they said, trying to placa
As Franklin and his rescue team drove into Miles castle, his father, Mr. Miles rushed to his side with relief written all over his face. "Franklin, my son, thank goodness you're safe! We were worried sick about you."Franklin smiled weakly. "I'm fine, Dad.""Franklin, we need to get you to the hospital," Mr. Stephen, his uncle, said. "You could have been ill."Franklin shook his head. "No, Uncle, I'm fine. Really. Just a bit tired."Addison added, "But young master, we don't know what happened to you. It's better to see a doctor."Franklin insisted, "I'm telling you, I'm okay. Just get me some food and water, and I'll be fine."Mr. Miles placed a hand on Franklin's shoulder. "Okay, son, but if you start feeling worse, we're taking you to the hospital."Franklin was grateful for their concern but eager to rest and process his thoughts. "There will be no need for that." He said.Mr. Miles nodded and led him to the dining room, where a warm meal was already prepared. "Sit down, son, and
Franklin's hands were folded in front of him. The room was filled with a few people that had been there for hours.Conor had just left, taking the responsibility of tracking the Insider. Now, it was time for Franklin to make the next move.He glanced at the faces of Vera, Deborah, Mr. Hughes, and Ashley. The group was waiting for him to speak.Franklin inhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts before speaking.“I’ve made a decision,” he said quietly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of urgency. “We’re locking down the building. I want everyone out. No one gets in or out until we’ve figured this out. We can’t afford to take any more chances. If we’re going to settle this, we need complete control.”Vera, always the first to act when things got serious, nodded immediately. “Understood. I’ll see to that. details. Everyone will be escorted out, and we’ll make sure the perimeter is secure.”Deborah didn’t say anything, but Franklin could see the gears turning in her mind. She, too, knew the
The day had been full of tension, even as the Insider walked out of the meeting room, he felt a sense of fear.He had convinced the others that he was just Paul, a simple logistics employee, and for now, it seemed like they believed him still.But as he made his way out of the building, he had no idea that Conor was silently following him. Franklin had ordered him to keep a close eye on the Insider.Conor stayed far enough behind to remain unnoticed but close enough to follow the Insider’s every step. He saw the Insider turn into a narrow alley, change the face mask and clothes he was wearing and pull out his phone.Conor stopped and crouched down behind a parked car, straining to see him changing and to hear the conversation.The Insider was speaking to someone on the other end, his voice low and hurried.“I don’t know how they found out,” the Insider was saying. “But the son of Mr. Miles is back. He knows about the plan and they have footage and fingerprints of all of us. I’m on my
The Insider stood at the center of everyone’s attention, his face calm but his eyes darting nervously around the room.Franklin watched him closely, noting every twitch, every sign of unease.The room was still except for the quiet hum of the laptop, which had just finished playing the damning CCTV footage.“I don’t know who this person you’re talking about is,” the Insider said, his voice steady but with a hint of defensiveness. “You’ve got the wrong man. I’m Paul. I work in logistics. Check with my team—they’ll tell you.”Franklin narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightening on the edge of the table. Paul? Is that the best he could come up with?Conor exchanged a glance with Franklin, then stepped forward, his arms crossed over his chest. “Paul, huh? If you’re so innocent, then how do you explain the fingerprints on the server equipment? They match yours.”The Insider shrugged, trying to look unconcerned. “It’s not uncommon to have similar fingerprints in large companies. Maybe someone
The light from the overhead lamps made the space feel brighter. Franklin, who had arrived earlier than the usual time, took a seat and his hands rested on the table, fingers lightly tapping as he waited for the others.His mind raced with thoughts about what was going to happen today. This is the time. No more hiding. It’s time to face Bill Ford and his evil schemes.The door creaked open, and Conor stepped inside, carrying a laptop bag and a small black case.Behind him was Mr. Hughes, who looked serious as always.Then came Ashley, her expression calm but her fingers nervously clutching a folder.Vera and Deborah entered last, talking quietly between themselves.Everyone greeted and took their seats around the table.Franklin stood up, clearing his throat. “Thanks for coming, everyone. We don’t have much time, so let’s get straight to it.”Conor placed the black case on the table and unlocked it, pulling out a small stack of papers and a flash drive.“We’ve gathered enough proof to
The executives sat frozen, each man consumed by anger or fear. Papers lay scattered across the table, evidence of the evil scheme Bill had stirred. He stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk.Franklin Miles, seated in a secret room around the corner, watched everything unfold with a tight jaw. Something about the whole ordeal didn’t sit right with him, but he kept his expression neutral. He glanced at Conor, who was standing by the wall with his arms crossed. The two exchanged a subtle look before Franklin’s gaze returned to the table. He had other plans to figure out what was really going on, and those plans required patience.Bill tapped the table lightly with his fingers, the sound breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Gentlemen,” he said, his voice calm yet piercing, “it’s clear we have a serious issue here. Investors like me don’t appreciate seeing their money vanish into thin air.”Lee leaned forward, his face pale. “I didn’
The morning sun shone brightly over the grand headquarters of Bill Enterprises. It was a day of high pressure, as Bill Ford and his entourage were finally visiting the Miles Empire. This wasn’t just a casual meeting. Bill had been well articulated about his evil scheme with the way Miles Empire handled investor money, and today he planned to address it.Bill stood in front of his mirror, adjusting his tie. He was wearing a sharp black suit, his expression calm but cold.His assistant knocked on the door.“Mr. Ford, your convoy is ready,” the assistant said.Bill nodded and grabbed his briefcase. “Let’s not waste time. Today, we will finish what we started.”Downstairs, the convoy waited. His entourage, including Professor Arjun, Ivan, Viktor, and Igor, stood by their separate car. Each of them wore a similar grim expression and had their own different role to play.“We’re ready when you are,” Viktor said.Bill looked at them, his lips curling into a small smile. “This is going to be q
Franklin sat at his desk, staring at the laptop in front of him. His office was quiet, but his mind wasn’t. The things Jake had told him about Daisy’s plan and now his worries about Miles' Empire wouldn’t let him rest. He ran his hand through his hair, leaned back in his chair, and picked up his phone. It was time to act.“Conor, come to my office,” Franklin said after Conor picked up.A few minutes later, Conor entered. He was dressed casually but moved with the ease of someone always on guard. “What’s up, boss?” he asked, sitting down.Franklin leaned forward. “We have a problem. I installed surveillance cameras in critical areas of the headquarters—quietly, without anyone knowing. I need you and Mr. Hughes to check if they’re working properly. Don’t let anyone suspect what you’re doing. I have a feeling something's going on.”Conor nodded, his brows furrowed. “You think someone’s trying to mess with things there?”“I do,” Franklin said. “And I want proof before we act. These camera
Daisy pushed the door open and stepped into her apartment, kicking off her shoes by the entrance. The place was quiet, but not the comforting kind of quiet. It felt tense, like the walls were holding their breath. She dropped her bag on the couch and ran a hand through her hair.“Sophia?” she called out, her voice echoing in the stillness.“In here,” Sophia’s voice came from the kitchen.Daisy followed the sound, her steps slow and careful. When she got to the kitchen, Sophia was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, her face tight with frustration. A cup of tea sat untouched in front of her.“Hey,” Daisy said, trying to sound cheerful, though her stomach twisted at the sight of Sophia’s expression. “What’s with the look? Did something happen?”Sophia’s eyes narrowed. “You tell me, Daisy.”Daisy froze for a second, her mind racing. “What do you mean? Did… did something happen with you and Jake?”Sophia let out a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Oh, yeah. Jake happened.
Franklin was having breakfast with a coffee cup that had gone cold, and a laptop blinking with unread emails. The day had been long, and he was already feeling drained.Just as he reached for the coffee cup, his phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number.He hesitated for a moment, then picked it up. “Hello, this is Franklin Miles,” he said in his usual calm tone.“Franklin, it’s Jake. Daisy’s brother,” a nervous voice came through the line.Franklin frowned, sitting up straighter. Jake? Daisy’s brother? This was unexpected. “Jake? Why are you calling me? Is everything okay?”There was a pause on the other end, and Franklin could hear Jake take a deep breath before speaking again. “No, everything is not okay. I need to tell you something important—about Daisy.”Franklin’s chest tightened. “What about Daisy?”Jake’s voice was shaky but firm. “She’s lying to you, Franklin. About the baby. It’s not yours.”Franklin froze, the words hitting him like a pun