A sleek BMW sedan pulled up in front of the aging apartment building, its polished exterior contrasting sharply with the worn facade of the structure. The tinted windows rolled down with a soft hum, revealing Karel and Bradley, who sat inside the luxury vehicle. Karel leaned forward, peering out of the open window at the building's weathered exterior. "So, this is the place where that old man lives, huh?" he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. “Yes, that’s correct,” Bradley nods. “Based on the information I heard, he's been residing here not long after we moved to North Struggl. which explains why he can disturb us easily." “I see,” Karel replied briefly, absorbing this information as he looked at the old building. “Okay, I understand. So, all we need to do is just get rid of the old man, right? Do we need him to do something like the other tramp?” he asked. "Yes, and nope," Bradley replied, his tone serious. "This time, I didn't ask you to make him do something s
"Karel? Why is that?" Greg asked, curiosity piqued by Alan's statement. Alan scratched his head, a bemused smile on his face. "Well, you see, Greg, Karel's job today mainly consists of going out with Bradley." Greg arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "With Bradley? Doing what exactly?" Alan chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with amusement. "They're just, you know, handling some...director level matters? Well, it's not surprising considering that Karel is a top executive, which means he had to deal with some top executive stuff." Hearing that, Greg's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to press further, "A top executive? What do you mean by that” Greg asked. “And also…What kind of 'director level matters' are they handling? Mind telling me more about it?" “Well, about that…” Alan hesitated for a moment before continuing. “You know how it is with top-level executives. It's all about meetings, discussions, and planning. In here, Bradley has some new projects he's be
With their duties at the Behav Pharmaceutical Shop complete, Greg and Alan found themselves standing at the entrance, contemplating their next move. The shop buzzed with activity as employees continued their work, oblivious to the executives' presence. Alan shot a mischievous glance at Greg. "You know, Greg, all this walking and talking has worked up quite an appetite. What do you say if we grab some lunch?" he suggested, his tone casual. "Sure, lunch sounds like a good idea. Let's do that," Greg replied with a smile. "Great! I'll check if any of the other executives want to join us. They should be done with their tasks by now," Alan said, reaching for his phone and opening the executive group chat. However, as soon as Alan scrolled through the chat, a growing unease washed over his face. Alan's phone was flooded with messages, and it was highly unusual for him. "What's going on here..." Alan mumbled as he continued scrolling. "Why there are so many messages in here and... Huh?
Greg leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the folded map that now lay sprawled out before him. The web of information he had just uncovered about Behav Pharmaceuticals and its inner workings was both intriguing and unsettling."Hm... Turns out, what the old man said back then about hierarchy was right... This pin really does show about hierarchy, how come I just realized the detail now?" he mused, his gaze shifting from the map to the pin that was pinned in his suit.The executive pin that once just a mere ornament, had transformed into a symbol of power and status in Greg's eyes. He examined them closely, noting the subtle but significant differences that set them apart.Each executive pin has a unique design, with minor variations indicating the wearer's position within the company.His own pin, he realized with a mix of revelation and resignation, marked him as a low-level executive—a pawn in the grand scheme of Behav. It was a stark realization that was enough to tell Greg
The café's ambiance had shifted from intense revelations to a determined resolve. Greg and John stood up from their table, ready to delve deeper into the mysteries entwining Behav Pharmaceuticals and the enigmatic Faith company."Okay, Master. I will make sure to find more information about the building, and also where Bradley and Karel went this morning," John affirmed, his voice brimming with determination as he held the door open for Greg.Greg acknowledged John's commitment with a nod. "Good. Additionally, please focus on uncovering the relationship between Karel and Faith. It could provide us with a trail leading to Bradley's covert activities and his dealings with the executives. Search for information in old archives; Karel strikes me as someone who values tradition."John respectfully bowed, a silent testament to his unwavering dedication. "Understood, Master."As they readied to leave the café, John hesitated for a fleeting moment, before clearing his throat. "Ah, Master, do
The atmosphere was tense in the dimly lit alley. The footsteps drew nearer, echoing through the narrow passage. Greg, without a moment's hesitation, spun around, his heart racing, and his gun leveled at the approaching figure. His voice was sharp and demanding."Who are you? What do you want, and why do you—"But before Greg could finish his words, his voice faltered, and he was left in stunned silence with his gun still aimed.Before him stood..."Dylan?" Greg's voice wavered as he spoke, his grip on the gun slackening slightly. His position was unchanged, gun pointed toward the figure, but his face held a mixture of shock and disbelief.In the dim light of the alley, Dylan's form became more distinct, and the tension between them thickened. Dylan's position mirrored Greg's, his own gun aimed at Greg, finger hovering near the trigger. His face displayed a similar shock, his eyes wide and uncomprehending.The seconds hung heavily between them, each man locked in a stand-off of disbel
Huff! Huff! Huff!The alley was a labyrinth of darkness, its narrow confines casting shadows that swallowed the feeble glow of the streetlights. In this dimly lit maze, a figure clad in a smart secretary outfit dashed through the silence, her footsteps echoing in her ears like the pounding of a drum. She occasionally glanced over her shoulder, paranoia and fear etched across her face."Did I lose them?" she thought, her breath ragged.As she ran, the alley stretched on endlessly, revealing no one in pursuit. The secretary figure, however, had no intention of slowing down; she couldn't afford to. Not until she reached a place to hide and catch her breath.Finally, she spotted a small alcove, an unassuming gap in the brick wall that led into a tiny space between two buildings. It was a place that seemed custom-made for a desperate fugitive seeking refuge.Without hesitation, she rushed into the alcove, seeking refuge in its narrow embrace. Her back pressed against the cool rough bricks,
In the VIP Room of St. Clare's Hospital, Karel now found himself humming softly as he prepared to check out. His comfortable hospital gown is now already changed with Behav's white lab coat with a pin that pinning on the collar."Well, it's time for me to go now," Karel mused to himself as he adjusted his tie. "The short time in the hospital was surprisingly enjoyable. Even the bed was comfier than mine."As he stood before the mirror, Karel meticulously ensured that everything about his appearance was perfect for his departure. His fingers danced gracefully, adjusting his tie and smoothing out every wrinkle with practiced ease.Then, just as he thought everything was perfect, Karel's gaze suddenly fell upon his forehead.There was a sizable bruise adorned the side of his forehead, marring his otherwise impeccable appearance."Huh, that's a pretty big one," Karel mused aloud as he examined the discolored skin. "Did I bump that hard?"Karel pondered for a moment if he should ask the n