Sean Winchester sat in the luxurious boardroom of Wells and Borne company, on the opposite side of the table were the dual CEOs, Governor Wells and Borne. A piece of paper lay on the table, with a pen. Governor Wells leaned back in his chair, looking at Sean with a calculating gaze. "How about we make it an even 50 percent? We want to maintain some control over the company." Sean shook his head firmly. “60% No less!” Governor Borne smiled. “We understand that we need you, Mr Sean. But please reconsider. 60 percent of your shares will take us off the board.” “I am the one with the money,” Sean said and folded his hands as he stared back. “Please!” The Governors chorused. "Okay, I will beat it down to 55 percent, but no less. I need a controlling stake in the company to make the changes I want,” Sean said and unfolded his hands. “What do you say?” Governor Borne raised an eyebrow and whispered to his partner. “We agree,” Governor Borne said and the two offered Sean a ha
Sean opened his eyes, again, he felt like he had been dreaming again. But when he smelt his blood on his body, he knew the parts that were dreams and the parts that were real. He laid recumbent on the forest floor, with his eyes scanning the overhead trees that covered the sky, allowing little of the moon to fall on his face. He stood to his feet and realized that he felt no pain. Then the words of the system he activated came back to his head and remembered that he had been given another shot at life. A beeping sound followed and he saw the screen in his head. ***SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT*** ***YOU WILL SHUT DOWN IN THIRTY MINUTES*** After the notice, Sean saw the countdown happened, indicating 29:59. “What is happening? Am I dying?” Sean asked, his heart beating fast. ***NO Sean, YOU'RE NOT DYING. IT'S JUST A NOTICE*** “Are you in my head?” ***YES, EXITING LIKE ANOTHER FRACTION OF YOU, SHOWING YOU THINGS, TELLING YOU THINGS. THIS IS WHERE I CAN DO ALL THAT, ONCE YOU TRANSCEND TO
Dw 3 Caspian rose from his bed, the memories flooded back to him with a startling clarity. He remembered the overwhelming sense of despair that had consumed him, the fleeting thoughts of ending his own life. But he also remembered the exhilaration of freedom that Jason had felt after being released from the confines of his imprisonment. Shaking off the remnants of his dreamlike state, Caspian's mind immediately went to the locker in the bank where he had stashed his money. With a sense of urgency, he made his way to the bank, his heart pounding in his chest. As he entered the code and the locker opened, he couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. This was real, this was all real. But as he counted the money in the locker, a sudden ache pierced his heart. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, but it felt like loss. And as his mind raced to understand the source of this pain, the answer came to him in a chilling whisper – Jason. "What could have happened to him?" Caspian mut
Caspian stood tall on the dais, looking out at the gathered members of his household. He could feel the tension in the room, the uncertainty hanging in the air like a heavy fog.He saw them dressed in suits and hats and he knew they would follow him. Andreas told him that it wasn't necessary but he knew that he had to address them, to reassure them that this wedding was not a forced union, but a strategic decision for the greater good of the DiMarco household."My dear friends and allies, captains and leaders of the DiMarco Empire…" Caspian began, his voice strong and unwavering. "I stand before you today to address a matter of great importance. As you all know, today marks the wedding of myself and Duchess Dillion. I know there may be questions and concerns surrounding this union, but I ask you to trust in me and in the decision that has been made."He paused, looking around at the faces of his loyal followers. He could see the doubt in their eyes, the worry that this wedding was a p
The vans entered before the limousine where Caspian and his wife were. with honks which were turned on at their loudest.Then the limousine drove in, with members of the household, some trekking with the car while others were in the vans that came in after the limousine.They had taken over the street and had caused traffic as it was their baron's wedding. Caspian would have wanted less drama but the DiMarco empire was known to be loud and commanding so there was nothing that he could do to stop them.When they were in, Caspian stepped out with his wife and was received with a rear by the members of gang.The cheers from the crowd were deafening as Caspian and Duchess Dillion stood on the podium overlooking their subjects.The 12 leaders of the DiMarco outposts stood tall and proud, ready to pledge their loyalty to their new Baron and Duchess.Andreas, Raquel, and Rique stood at the front of the crowd with their eyes raised on the dais as they beheld their Baron and his wife, their fa
Caspian stood on the porch, the cool night air swirling around him as he mulled over the decision that lay before him. It was the first day of his wedding with Duchess Dillion and he was feeling the heat already. He was faced with the need to decide where he'll place the Duchess particularly with the tantrum that she had thrown to Monica and his daughter. He paced back and forth, the weight of his role as leader of the DiMarco household pressing down on him heavily. He knew that his loyalty to his family and duty as a mafia boss were at odds with the feeling that Duchess Dillion had for him, even though he hadn't been able to figure it out. As he pondered his next move, Andreas, his most trusted advisor, approached him with a respectful bow. "Baron," Andreas began, addressing Caspian by his title. "What troubles you?" Caspian sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I am torn, Andreas," he admitted, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "I do not know if I can
Caspian sat in the dining room. It was Monday, the second day of his marriage to Duchess Dillion, a woman he had been forced to care for in a short amount of time. It was also the first day of the week and there was more to handle. As he sipped his wine, lost in thought, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps. Looking up, he saw his daughter, Sonya, standing in the doorway of her room. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, her long dark hair falling in waves around her delicate face. She looked so small and vulnerable in the dim light, and he felt a surge of protectiveness towards her. "Sonya, what are you doing up so late? You should be sleeping now." Caspian asked, reaching out to pick her up and settle her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. "I couldn't sleep, Papa," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. Caspian felt a pang of guilt at the thought of his daughter lying awake in her bed, no
Ali Ya'az stood on the deck of his favorite ship and smoke cigarette as he looked far and near the waters that surrounded him.The salty sea breeze tousled his hair as he listened to the reports coming in over the phone, through mails and calls.The first call was from one of his men, who informed him of Captain Rodrigo Duterte's lucrative sea deals that could have been potential opportunities for The Ya'az Canopy. Ali's brow furrowed in anger as he listened, his grip on the phone tightening."What do you mean Captain Duterte is making deals worth millions of dollars that could have been ours?" Ali seethed, his voice laced with frustration."I'm sorry, sir. It seems that someone has been supplying Captain Duterte with information about our potential deals," the man on the other end of the line explained nervously."Are you here reporting him or you want to know what to do about your being lacky?" Ali asked."No Baron, I thought I fucked up and you should know," he said.Ali's eyes nar