Bryan stepped out of the car and onto the familiar driveway of his family's home. It had been a few days since he last set foot in this place, and the memories that flooded his mind were far from pleasant. Left for him, Bryan wouldn't have stayed to see his Uncle too soon. But it was like a siren call, beckoning to him. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the confrontation that was to come.As he entered the house, he was met with the sarcastic smile of his aunt, Tess. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. The prodigal son returns," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I didn't think you'd have the nerve to show your face around here again."Bryan ignored her jibe, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of his uncle. "Where's Uncle Williams?" he asked with a cold tone. Tess snorted. "Oh, you mean the man who took you in and fed you when your own parents couldn't be bothered? The man you repaid by abandoning him and your brother? He's in the study, waiting fo
Bryan followed Uncle Williams through the garden, the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth filling his nostrils. They reached a small clearing, where Jenkins, the old gardener, was tending to a bed of roses. Jenkins looked up, his weathered face creasing into a surprised expression.“Jenkins," Bryan called out first to the old man who had a pair of sheaves in hand and a small watering can. “Bryan?" The old man asked with wide eyes. "It's me, old man,” Bryan said warmly and chuckled. "Bryan! I hadn't expected to see you again so soon!" Jenkins exclaimed, his voice gruff but warm.Bryan smiled, feeling a sense of ease wash over him. "Jenkins! It's great to see you again. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by."Jenkins' eyes narrowed slightly, as if sizing Bryan up. "Well, well, well. Look at you, all grown up. I remember when you were just a lad, running around the garden, getting into mischief."Uncle Williams watched the exchange with interest, a hint of a smi
Bryan felt a mix of emotions as he drove away from the Horace estate. His conversation with Jenkins had left him with more questions than answers, but he was grateful for what little sense of hope that their discussion had awakened in him. The uncertainty surrounding his brother's disappearance still lingered, but he felt a sense of determination wash over him. He was one step closer to uncovering the truth, and he was determined to find out more and at the shortest time possible. As he arrived at Ace Security Services, a sense of purpose settled in. He had arranged to meet with one of his sources, a reliable informant who had promised to provide valuable insights into the robbery that had occurred at his family's estate. Bryan's mind raced with possibilities as he entered the office. He was eager to gather any information that could lead him to Josiah.With a deep breath, he approached the reception desk and introduced himself. The receptionist greeted him warmly and led him to the
John had just named his price and showed how corrupt he really was. . "Half a million," he repeated, his voice steady.John nodded, his expression unyielding. "That's the price, Bryan. Take it or leave it."Bryan hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. But he knew he had to get his hands on that information. He pulled out his phone and opened the banking app, his fingers flying across the screen as he initiated the transfer."It's done," he said, his eyes locked on John's.John's face split into a wide smile, his eyes gleaming with greed. "Excellent," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.He turned to the cabinet behind his desk, his fingers rifling through the files until he found the one he was looking for. He pulled it out, a thick folder bulging with papers, and handed it to Bryan."This contains everything you need to know about Josiah," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "His current whereabouts, his recent deals, his associates... it's all in there."Brya
Bryan woke up with a start, his eyes blurry and his mind foggy. He was lying on a mess of papers and documents, his notes and research scattered all over the bed. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the haze, and sat up slowly.He looked around the room, taking in the chaos that was his workspace. Papers were scattered everywhere, some torn and crumpled, others marked up with notes and highlights. His laptop was open, the screen still glowing with the words he had been typing before he dozed off.Sighing, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the ground. He stood up, stretching his arms and back, and made his way to the bathroom.As he was about to move to the shower, he decided to play a call to his wife, Claire. She answered on the first ring, her voice bright and cheerful."Hey, Bryan! How's it going?""Not great," Bryan replied, his voice low and serious. "We have less than four days to find the intruder who invaded the Oscar family house."There
Bryan took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, his anger and frustration evident on his face. He realized that he should have anticipated Maxwell's reaction, just as Claire had warned him. He tried to reason with himself, thinking that he needed to approach this differently, that confronting Maxwell head-on wasn't going to work. "You're right, Mr. Maxwell," Bryan said, his voice measured, trying to sound conciliatory. "I apologize if I've overstepped. But I implore you, please, just look at the evidence. It's not about betraying your trust or accusing your staff falsely. It's about uncovering the truth and ensuring the safety of your family and business."Bryan's words are laced with a hint of desperation, hoping that Maxwell will listen, that he will see reason. But Maxwell's expression remained unyielding, his eyes cold and unforgiving.Maxwell's sneer cuts deep, his words dripping with condescension. "I should have known better than to think you could help me, Bryan. You're j
Bryan turned to look at the lady who was wearing a pink apron and hurrying after him with a bonnet. She wiped her greasy hands on a small towel and looked at him with shifty eyes. “I don't recognize you, why did you call me?" He asked, wondering how a domestic servant was able to recognize him at the Oscar mansion. He had been mistreated there for as long as he could remember, none of the servants paid any heed to him. But when he suddenly recovered, all that they could do was avoid him because they hadn't treated him well while he was still unconscious and his wife used to bring him to a few family gatherings. They were all ashamed to even address him and so they kept away from him entirely. "Sir, wait!" she whispered again, her voice barely audible.Bryan turned to face her, his curiosity piqued. "Yes?"The maid hesitated, glancing around nervously before focusing on Bryan. "My name is Maryam, sir. I've been serving the Oscar family for many years."Bryan's eyes narrowed slightly
Bryan stepped out of his car, the cool night air hitting his face as he walked briskly into the dimly lit club, the heavy door creaking shut behind him. He had decided to follow his instincts and meet with Maryam alone, without informing Benjamin. The maid's words had resonated with him, and he felt a sense of urgency to hear her out. He could always discuss with Ben later, he quickly decided. As he scanned the room, his eyes adjusted to the faint light. The club was a far cry from the upscale establishments he was accustomed to. The air was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke, sweat, and cheap perfume. The patrons were a rough bunch, their faces hardened by life's struggles. Bryan's gaze swept across the room, taking in the shady characters that lurked in the shadows.He spotted Maryam in the corner, her eyes fixed on him as she nursed a drink. She looked out of place among the club's regulars, her demure dress and nervous demeanor a stark contrast to the revelry around her. Bry