“Get off!” Tyler screamed at the top of his voice. Peter had a straight face. His mind was made up. He was not going to answer anyone, no matter what, and no matter how hard they pushed themselves on him, his mind was fixed on getting out of those premises. He squinted his eyes and wore his sunglasses quickly. The pressmen and women persisted, still staying on the part to pick out information from him. Peter shook his head, marveling at their self-will and enthusiasm for work. The news was the fastest way to spread bad information. He had known that even as a kid growing up, and that is the same reason he never really liked them till now. They just proved his point right. He doesn't blame them anyway; if they do not get information from trusted family members and friends who have sold themselves to their greed and gossip, none of this will happen. The crowd gradually began to clear out as he approached his car. The driver was already seated, waiting for him at the entrance to the par
By morning, Peter woke up to lots of messages hanging on his phone. Just like he said last night, he had kept the phone on silent because he knows what it means to keep his phone on when matters like this arise. He had to protect his peace and sanity. As long as he has everything in place, he is good to go. He has deliberately refused to take any of the calls or answer any of the messages.Those who had planned to destroy him will pay. with their blood. He vowed to himself. It was already 7 a.m. when he stretched and picked up the phone. The moment he went online, he saw that what Tyler had put up was tearing the internet down. People had different comments under the post, saying Logos was a criminal and a user. They showered insults on him and Kendy for being greedy. Peter laughed so hard as he read through all of the comments. He dialed Tyler's number to thank him for a job well done.“Tyler, I never knew you had such prowess with words. What an amazing storyline you did there." Pe
The moment Kayla left with the driver. Peter receives a call from Tyler that the building has been opened and the soldiers' guarding habits are all gone. Everywhere was cleared.“That's good”. Peter said to him“They are gone, but they left a note, sir,” Tyler said.“What kind of note?” Peter asked him calmly over the phone.“It's a brown envelope, and I don't know what's in it. It has your name on it." Tyler said it with affirmation in his tone.“I'm on my way," Peter said and grabbed his keys. He didn't have to dress formally; he was not going to have any official meetings. He drove as calmly as he could, not exceeding the limit like he would on a day when he was really upset.When he got to the office, the entire vicinity was clear of the military men who stood by the gate and its environs. Peter smiled at his little victory, and the butterfly in his heart began to bubble. He walked in and checked if everything was intact. The office's main gate was still locked the same way it wa
“Great then”. Peter said it with a shrug on his shoulders. "Well, I am not scared of castigations from the public. I did nothing to you, and if you have any problems with my brand."Well, I rule around here." Fredrick got up and grabbed Peter by the neck, but Peter pushed him, so he fell to the ground. He began a fake cry. “I thought you were here to ask for my forgiveness. But no, I was wrong the entire time. Oh! No… I can't take this; you are so mean to me." Fredrick faked the cry, and after some time, he got up sharply. “Harris, did you get that part?” He asked his assistant, looking at him squarely.“Yes, I did. Every part of it”.“Good for you. Harris, you can stop the video now. We got the part we wanted." Fredrick said that and dusted himself. He began to take the bandage off of his head, and then the one on his leg was last. Peter stood and watched. “If that's it, then it's fine. It's my word against yours; let's see what the world will choose." Peter answered and walked aw
Tyler was done typing his post when the knock came on the door.“I'm coming, '' he answered sharply, placing the laptop on the dining table. He had ordered a pack of chicken pizza about ten minutes ago. He checked the time on the wall. “That's so fast." He shrugged and wiggled his shoulders briefly as she strolled to the door. He whistled slowly and grabbed the knob. He pulled it, and when the door opened, he stood there in shock.“Whoa! What the hell did you do that for?” He screamed as he took another punch from his attacker. He fell to the ground. Victor looked down at him and got into the apartment. You know I have been watching you closely. I know your schemes and every step you and your foolish boss take, now see? He didn't even bother to protect you or something. And you are here acting like a die-hard fan." Victor snarled the words at him.“What do you want, and what the hell are you doing in my house?” Tyler asked with boldness in his tone. Victor kicked him hard in the ribs.
Peter and Kayla left the hospital, and as usual, Peter asked some of his smart men to keep an eye on Tyler so no one would hurt him. They left the room talking about his eyes and how funny they looked. They were by the hospital when Peter's phone rang. "Hello,” he answered the strange caller.“That wasn't the agreement, and you know it,” Frederick's voice blared from the end of the phone. Kayla watched Peter's face as he spoke into the phone. She was already irritated by the caller's entitlement. “You thought you were smart; well, I am smarter, and I just wanted to let you know that you are just a big joke. Enjoy the downfall of your company, and I hope you are persecuted fairly. Never meddle in my affairs again." Peter barked into the phone and ended the call. There was no way he would spend a minute talking to the bastard over the phone.“Who was that? Kayla asked as she got into the car with Peter. “Frederick”.“What does he want? Hasn't he done enough damage already? She aske
As the van rumbled away, the atmosphere inside was tense. Fredrick winced in pain as the medical team examined his wound, their expressions grim. Outside, the station loomed, a perfect reminder of the impending trial.Peter paced back and forth in the dimly lit hospital room, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Relief flooded through him like a warm current as he replayed the scene of Frederick being led away in handcuffs by the FBI agents. Finally, justice was served, and the nightmare that had plagued his life for so long was coming to an end.Tyler, lying in the hospital bed, watched Peter with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Hey, Pete, are you okay?" he asked, his voice weak but filled with genuine worry.Peter turned to face him, a smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, Ty, I'm more than okay. I'm ecstatic! Frederick's been caught. He won't be able to hurt anyone else ever again."Tyler let out a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing against the pillows. "T
Kayla hurried into the building. She had not finished her work design for the presentation she will be having in a few hours.All the chaos during the week had made her not conclude what she had to do. She raced up the stairs through the ground floor and went up to take the elevator to the fourth floor, where her office is. She scurried fast, and when she landed on the first floor, she didn't bother to look at anyone but the mission she had ahead of her.She hurriedly went into her assistant's office. Alex was busy too when she got in.“Good morning, ma'am.“. Alex greeted her happily and helped her carry her bag in.“Are you done with the design for the marketing agency on the 6th floor? You know they are only a few steps away from here. We need to finish it so they don't see our company as incompetent like the others.”."Yes, I have that done already.".“Oh! That's great. You know I have a presentation after now, and I need time to finish up a few things. No one must come here until