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Cersei sat in her luxurious office, her eyes fixed on the locked safe containing the coveted golden apple. She listened intently as her secretary, Lilian, went through a pile of offers and rejections.
Lilian sighed as she put down another offer. "Sorry, miss Smith, but they're not offering enough. It seems everyone wants a taste of that golden apple."
Cersei's smile wavered slightly, her smugness giving way to a flicker of annoyance. "They think they can lowball me? They have no idea what this apple is worth."
Lilian nodded sympathetically. "It's incredible how much attention it's getting. People are willing to do anything to get their hands on it."
A pang of worry shot through Cersei's heart. "Do you think someone might try to snatch it from us? I can't afford to lose it now."
Lilian's eyes widened slightly. "I wouldn't put it past some desperate individuals. The allure of the apple is driving people to extremes."
Cersei's mind raced with thoughts of potential threats and the consequences of losing the apple. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "We can't take any chances. I want the apple guarded with the utmost security. Get bodyguards with live ammunition, and make sure they know to shoot to kill if necessary."
Lilian's expression turned serious. "Are you sure about this, miss Smith? It could escalate the situation."
Cersei's voice grew firm. "I won't risk losing the apple. We've come too far. The golden apple will be presented to the mayor tomorrow, and nothing can stand in our way."
As she spoke, Cersei couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt. Was she being too cautious? Or was she underestimating the lengths people would go to possess the mythical fruit?
"I can't afford to let anyone take it from me," Cersei thought, a mix of determination and anxiety coursing through her. " The apple is my ticket to success, and I won't let anyone ruin it."
She turned her attention back to Lilian. "Make the arrangements for the bodyguards immediately. And keep an eye on the news. I want to know if anything suspicious happens."
Lilian nodded, her face reflecting a mix of concern and loyalty. "Of course, miss. I'll do everything I can to protect the apple."
Cersei sighed, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions.
"I won't let anyone take the golden apple away from me," Cersei thought resolutely. "Not tonight, not ever."
After chatting for a few more moments with Lilian, Cersei drove home.
*****
Darien sat at his desk as news came in that Cersei had abruptly left the company. "This is unexpected," he thought aloud.
Lavinia replied, "Do you think she took the golden apple with her?"
Darien pondered this, "I find that unlikely. If she did, there would be no need to hire extra security."
Just then, his phone buzzed with an urgent message. "Sir, we have a situation at Ms. Smith's residence. An unidentified man has entered the premises."
At her home, she swung open the front door, her thoughts filled with dreams of success. But those hopes shattered in an instant as cold metal pressed against her skull.
Cersei pulled up to her home, her mind buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Tomorrow, she would present the golden apple to the mayor and cement her future as a respected businesswoman.
As she opened the front door, images of success danced in her head. She imagined shaking hands with the mayor, having her picture in the newspaper. People would finally recognize her talents and drive. No one would ever doubt her again.
"This is it," she thought, a smile spreading across her face. "All my dreams are about to come true."
But as she stepped inside, her joyful musings shattered like glass. She froze as cold metal pressed into her skull.
"Don't move," a gruff voice growled. Cersei's blood turned to ice. This couldn't be happening, not tonight of all nights. She wondered how had this man gotten in? What did he want?
"W-what do you want?" she asked shakily, raising her hands in surrender. Fear gripped her heart as her mind raced through terrible possibilities. Would this man take her life? Ruin everything?
She raised her hands slowly. "P-please, I have money. Jewelry too. Just take what you want and go." Her voice trembled with fear.
The man scoffed at Cersei's offer. "Don't play games with me lady. I don't want your pathetic trinkets. I know you have something more valuable than money or jewelry."
He pressed the gun harder into her skull, causing her to whimper in fear. "Where is it? Where's the golden apple?"
Cersei's mind raced. How did he know about the apple? He must surely have learned about it on social networks. She needed to remain calm to survive this. "P-please, I just want to live. You can search the whole house, take anything. I won't call the police, I promise."
Darien listened intently to the situation unfolding in Cersei's house through the wiretap his team had placed. His subordinates looked at him with concern.
"Sir, should we move in to protect Ms. Smith?" asked Lavinia urgently. "That man sounds unstable and she's in danger."
Darien paused in thought. "I do not believe the apples are actually in the house. As long as the robber does not lose control of his emotions and kill Cersei, I am not overly concerned about the situation. For now, we wait and watch."
The guards exchanged uneasy looks but did not challenge their boss further. Darien leaned back, analyzing the scenario.
"That apple is the key for my health. I cannot allow Cersei or anyone else to jeopardize our plans," he muttered. Louder, he said "Keep monitoring for any changes. The moment he discovers there is no apple there, he may become volatile."
Inside the house, Cersei pleaded with the intruder as he held her at gunpoint. "Please, just let me prove there's nothing here for you. Search the whole place, I have nothing to hide."
The man grabbed her arm roughly. "Show me where it is now or I'll blow your brains out." His grip was like a vice, cutting off her circulation.
Tears welled in Cersei's eyes from the pain and terror. "O-ok, just don't hurt me. It's not here, it's in my office."
The man glared at her suspiciously. "You're lying! Tell me where it really is or I'll end you right now." He cocked the gun with a threatening click.
Cersei shook with fear. "I swear on my life, that's where it is. We were preparing it for tomorrow's presentation. You can check my car, my purse, anywhere you want. There's nothing here for you."
The man considered her words carefully. After a tense moment, he replied "Alright, you've got one chance to prove you're telling the truth. Take me to your office, and no funny business or you're dead."
Cersei nodded hurriedly. "O-of course, just please don't hurt me. My car is outside, we can go right now." She prayed someone at the office could help her get away from this madman.
As they drove in tense silence, Cersei's mind raced. Why was this man so desperate for the apple? What did he want with it? She glanced at his stony expression, gleaning no answers there.
Finally she spoke up, her curiosity overcoming her fear. "May I ask...what do you want with the golden apple? There must be a reason you're doing this."
The man growled, not taking his eyes off the road. "You don't need to know my reasons, lady. Just get me to that apple before I lose my patience."
Cersei fell silent again, her heart pounding.
Darien leaned back in his chair with a sigh as he gazed at the grainy surveillance footage. When the old man walked past the surveillance camera, he saw his fate.
"No, no." He ran a hand down his face with a sigh. "The poor man is desperate." He turned to Lavinia. "Lavinia, bring the extract of The Dragon Blood Bodhi that I have prepared."
9As they drove towards the office, Cersei fumbled with the hidden compartment in her car, pulling out the emergency mobile phone. With trembling hands, she sent a message to Lilian: "In danger. Old man with a gun. Need help. Office address."Lilian, immersed in work at the office, received the urgent message. Shocked, she immediately sprung into action, alerting the security team and preparing to handle the situation. "We have an intruder coming with Ms. Smith," she barked into her phone. "Get all guards on high alert now!" "Understood. We're on high alert."Lilian thought that the robber would follow Cersei with a gun,"Bodyguards, be ready. Ms. Smith may be followed by a dangerous individual. We need to catch him at the security check gate." "Got it. We're on standby at the gate."Within minutes the security team was prepped and in position. Lilian paced anxiously, praying Cersei could keep herself safe long enough.Soon, Cersei's car pulled out outside the company. Cersei's hands
10Cersei gasped as chaos erupted around her. The crash of shattering glass was deafening, followed by a gunshot that seemed to freeze time itself. Her bodyguard dropped to the ground, blood pooling around his head. Screams and shouts followed. In that split second of chaos and noise, two things happened at once. Two brothers and their gang leaped out from the crashed car, guns blazing. They fired wildly in all directions, fuelled by desperation and rage. Their sole focus was getting to the rumored golden apple before the cops closed in. At the same time, the old man, realizing his dream was crumbling and fearing for his life, did the only thing he could.He grabbed Cersei and pulled her away from the security checkpoint. "Quick, this way!" he yelled, dragging her towards a nearby office area. Cersei struggled in his grip but dared not call out, the gun still firmly pressed against her back. They burst into a large open office filled with cubicles and desks. Cersei was shakin
11Cersei sat shaking behind their makeshift barricade as gunshots and shouts continued outside. The old man paced restlessly, glancing between her and the door with wild eyes."Please," Cersei begged, "tell me what you want. I'll do anything, just make this stop." The old man sneered, fear and desperation twisting his features. "What I want is that damn apple! But these gangsters have ruined everything." He kicked at a stray chair in frustration."Where is it?" He snarled, grabbing Cersei by the shoulders. "Do you have it here or not?!" She shook her head frantically. "N-no, the safe is in my top floor office. But we'll never make it past those men!" The old man muttered a curse and started pacing again."Fuck!" He let out an exasperated sigh as he paced the office, running his hands through his thinning hair in frustration. He started pacing around the office again, muttering angrily to himself. "This was not how this was supposed to go," he muttered to himself. "Should've just
12The old man stood alone in the empty parking garage, his hostages bound and gagged nearby. He kept a tight grip on his pistol, eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He called tauntingly. "You want your boys back in one piece? Then get down here, unless you're too chicken!" Minutes passed with no response. The old man began to wonder if he'd been stood up. But then, faint footsteps echoed through the cavernous space. The gang brothers emerged with few men, rifles trained. "We're here you old coot," one brother spat. "Now where are our guys?" "They're right here," the old man replied calmly, gesturing to the hostages. "But they ain't goin' nowhere till we hash this out like civilized folk. Now order your pups to stand down so we can talk."The brother hesitated, then barked an order. "Lower your weapons, but keep 'em ready. This ain't over yet, old timer."With weapons lowered, a tense silence fell. The old man sighed and lowe
13The underground parking lot echoed with the sounds of scraping boots and grunting men as the old man and gang leader dueled. Their weapons flashed in the dim halogen lights as each looked for an opening on the other.The gang leader struck first, slashing wildly. But the old man was surprisingly nimble, dancing back just out of reach. "Come on gramps, stand still!" The gang leader taunted. He lunged again, knife stabbing where the old man had been a moment before.A small smile played at the corner of the old man's mouth. "You'll have to be faster than that, sonny," he goaded in return. He parried the next attack, their blades meeting with a metallic ring. They pushed against each other, muscles straining. The gang leader was bigger and stronger, but the old man had experience and cunning on his side. With a grunt, the old man twisted, throwing the gang leader off balance just long enough to slip away. A well-aimed boot to the back sent his opponent sprawling.The watching gang
14 The old man looked up calmly into the barrel of the gun, his hands still raised in a gesture of peace. But inside, his heart pounded in fear. One wrong move and this volatile woman could end him without a second thought. "Ma'am, please listen to reason," he said in a low, steady voice. "Put the gun down before someone gets hurt that doesn't need to." Cersei's eyes blazed with fury and pain. "Don't tell me what to do!" she screamed, her hands shaking. "You've caused enough trouble already." Her hands shook with adrenaline and rage. Cersei glared down at the old man who was pleading in front of her. The cold steel of her gun pointed directly at his heart. His eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and desperation. He was trembling, but not from the chill of the underground garage. "Please, ma'am," the old man, Darien, pleaded, his voice hoarse and broken. "You have to understand. It's for my granddaughter. She's sick, very sick. I heard...I heard that the Golden Apple could
15Cersei arrived at the press event, flanked by her assistant Lillian and security guards. She plastered on a confident smile despite her disheveled appearance. The crowd was restless, buzzing with questions about the evening's events. A reporter called out, "Miss Smith, what happened to your clothes? It looks like you've been in a fight!"Cersei waved dismissively. "It was a harrowing encounter, but I'm fine now. As for my attire, well..." She chuckled lightly. "Let's just say I had an unexpected wrestling match with those ruffians!" The crowd murmured in surprise. As Cersei approached the podium, a hush fell over the audience. She leaned into the microphone, her lip curled in a confident smile. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm sure you all have many questions after the distressing news from the underground garage. Let me assure you, I am perfectly well."A reporter shouted from the crowd. "Miss Smith, can you tell us what happened? We heard gangs were involved and shots we
16After wrapping up her press conference, Cersei headed straight for the Mayor's office, her mind racing. As cunning as she was, anger and greed often got the better of her. She saw people as playthings to be manipulated for her own gain. Upon her arrival, the Mayor welcomed her with open arms, "Miss Smith, it's a relief to see you unharmed after such an ordeal!" he exclaimed, his eyes reflecting his sincere worry.Cersei offered a slight, almost imperceptible smile, hiding her big feelings of anger and greed raging within her. 'This man has no idea how simple it will be to deceive him,' she thought. Aloud, she played her part flawlessly, "I was lucky to escape. But it's made me realize we can't wait any longer. We should speed up our plans for the Golden Apple project."The Mayor's brow furrowed in confusion, his tone reflecting his bafflement. "Speed up the plans? We've not even settled on a price, and the gala is still days away." Cersei's eyes sparkled with cunning and she sp
167The mayor's eyes widened in surprise at Lavinia's bold declaration, a flicker of fear crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a forced smile. "Of course, Ms. Luciano," he said smoothly, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I'll do everything in my power to assist you in your investigation."But as Darien and Lavinia left the mayor's office, they knew they couldn't trust him. As Darien and Lavinia exited the mayor's office, their minds still reeling from the encounter, they were suddenly confronted with an unexpected sight. Standing before them, blocking their path, were Cersei, her brother Bennett, and their mother Marcela.Darien's jaw clenched instinctively as he locked eyes with Cersei, the source of so much turmoil in their lives. He could feel Lavinia tensing beside him, her anger palpable in the air.Cersei's lips curled into a malicious smirk as she regarded Darien with contempt, her eyes flashing with animosity. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the noble
164One week had passed since Darien's intense battle with Gangatsu. The victory had left him physically exhausted but emotionally elated. As he sat in his study, the weight of their recent ordeal still heavy on his mind, he poured over maps and scrolls, searching for any clue that could lead them to Emma.Lavinia entered the room, her expression grave and her brow furrowed with worry. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, unsure of how Darien would react to the news she bore."Sir French," she began, her voice soft but tinged with concern, "there's something you need to know."Darien glanced up from his work, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. "What is it, Lavinia?" he asked, his tone tinged with apprehension. "What's happened?"Lavinia took a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. "Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.Darien's heart skipped a beat, a cold feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. "Try me," he re
165One week had passed since Darien's intense battle with Gangatsu. The victory had left him physically exhausted but emotionally elated. As he sat in his study, the weight of their recent ordeal still heavy on his mind, he poured over maps and scrolls, searching for any clue that could lead them to Emma.Lavinia entered the room, her expression grave and her brow furrowed with worry. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, unsure of how Darien would react to the news she bore."Sir French," she began, her voice soft but tinged with concern, "there's something you need to know."Darien glanced up from his work, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. "What is it, Lavinia?" he asked, his tone tinged with apprehension. "What's happened?"Lavinia took a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. "Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.Darien's heart skipped a beat, a cold feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. "Try me," he rep
164Darien's heart pounded in his chest as he dodged Gangatsu's lethal strikes, his muscles burning with exertion. He couldn't afford to lose focus now, not when victory was within reach.Gangatsu's lips curled into a cruel smile as he lunged forward once more, his movements swift and deadly. "You can't escape, Darien," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Your fate is sealed."Darien gritted his teeth, his mind racing as he searched for a way to turn the tide. He couldn't let Gangatsu win - not after all they had been through. With a determined growl, he launched himself at his opponent, fists flying in a desperate flurry of blows.Each strike landed with satisfying force, driving Gangatsu further back with every blow. But the villain was relentless, his attacks coming with ferocious speed and precision."You think you can defeat me?" Gangatsu sneered, his eyes burning with hatred. "You're nothing but a foolish child."Darien's blood boiled at the insult, fueling his determina
163Darien made his way back home, the weight of the night's events heavy on his shoulders. With each step, his mind churned with thoughts of Emma and the dangerous journey ahead. He couldn't afford to fail her, not after everything she meant to him.As he entered his home, Lavinia approached him, her expression a mix of concern and hope. "Sir French, did you find her?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.Darien's heart sank as he met her gaze. "Unfortunately, no," he replied, his voice heavy with regret. "But I promise you, Lavinia, I'll do everything in my power to bring her back safely."Lavinia's eyes brimmed with tears, her hands trembling at her sides. "Oh, sir French," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "She's like family to us. I can't bear the thought of her in danger."Darien's chest tightened with emotion as he reached out to comfort her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. "I know, Lavinia," he murmured, his voice soft with empathy. "But we have
162Gangatsu staggered backwards under the force of Darien's onslaught, surprise and fury mingling on his bloodied face. "How?!" he spat through clenched teeth. "The poison should have weakened you!"Darien drove forward with relentless intensity. "It'll take more than that to keep me down," he growled. Gangatsu rallied, blocking the blows with growing desperation. But Darien was in his element now, striking with lightning speed and laser focus. Gangatsu's defenses slowly crumbled under the assault.Finding an opening, Darien landed a crushing blow to Gangatsu's jaw, followed by a punishing kick to his midsection. Gangatsu crashed to the ground, gasping for breath. But he was far from beaten. With a roar of rage, he swept his leg in an attempt to trip Darien. Darien leapt nimbly over the attack and responded with a flurry of punches, driving Gangatsu further back. "Give up!" Darien demanded through gritted teeth. But Gangatsu only snarled, launching himself back into the fray with
Darien squared his shoulders, his gaze unwavering as he met Gangatsu's chilling stare. "I'm here, Gangatsu," he replied, his voice steady despite the tension crackling in the air. "Ready to settle this once and for all."Gangatsu's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Bold words, Sir French. But words won't save you now." He gestured towards the clearing where they stood, surrounded by the towering trees of the forest. "Shall we begin?"Darien nodded, his hand hovering near the holster of his gun. "Let's not waste any time."Without a word, Gangatsu lunged forward, his movements swift and precise. Darien barely had time to react, ducking and weaving to avoid the flurry of blows raining down on him. His heart pounded in his chest as he fought to keep pace with Gangatsu's relentless assault."You're not bad, French," Gangatsu taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "But you're out of your league here."Darien gritted his teeth, his muscles burning wi
160Darien made his way back home, the weight of the night's events heavy on his shoulders. With each step, his mind churned with thoughts of Emma and the dangerous journey ahead. He couldn't afford to fail her, not after everything she meant to him.As he entered his home, Lavinia approached him, her expression a mix of concern and hope. "Sir French, did you find her?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.Darien's heart sank as he met her gaze. "Unfortunately, no," he replied, his voice heavy with regret. "But I promise you, Lavinia, I'll do everything in my power to bring her back safely."Lavinia's eyes brimmed with tears, her hands trembling at her sides. "Oh, sir French," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "She's like family to us. I can't bear the thought of her in danger."Darien's chest tightened with emotion as he reached out to comfort her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. "I know, Lavinia," he murmured, his voice soft with empathy. "But we have
159As Darien left the room, his mind swirled with thoughts. He knew trusting Barnet was a risk, but finding Emma took priority. He strode through the halls, footsteps echoing with purpose.Barnet scrambled after him, still shaken. "The Shadow Broker frequents The Drunken Rogue tavern at dusk," he informed. "I'll send word of your meeting. But come alone - he's paranoid."Darien stopped and turned, eyes boring into Barnet's. "This had better not be a trap. For your sake."Barnet nodded fervently. "I want this nightmare to end as much as you. Please...just spare me once you have her." Without waiting for a reply, he scurried away like a frightened rat.Darien sighed heavily. As much as he hated it, Barnet may be his only lead. He had to take the chance.Night fell as he entered the tavern. Patrons drank and gambled rowdily, paying him no mind. Scanning the dim room, his eyes fell upon a hooded figure in the corner, sipping alone.He approached cautiously. "The Shadow Broker, I presume?