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
At The Faith's Company.The imposing wooden door of Charles Faith's office had a distinct rhythm as it received three sharp knocks, echoing through the hushed corridor."Come in."The door swung open, and his impeccably dressed secretary entered with a respectful bow. She carried a folder and a map, her demeanor exuding professionalism."Good morning, Mr. Faith," she greeted. "I just wanted to inform you that the Faith Company's market is experiencing rapid growth. The score was higher than last month, and the number held a new sales record for our company, so our marketing team decided to set a higher score so that we can achieve higher success. Charles Faith, seated behind his polished mahogany desk, was engrossed in reviewing a stack of documents. He glanced up from his work, intrigued by the news."Oh really? Is that so?" he inquired, his piercing gaze focused on the secretary. Then, with a calculated curiosity, he asked, "And how is Von Ritcher doing? Have we surpassed them, and
Months had passed since the chilling night at Bluebell Inn, and the air of uncertainty still clung to Greg. The events that unfolded during the banquet remained etched in his memory, and the questions surrounding Griffin and Behav's secrets continued to haunt him. [Breaking news flashed on the screen, interrupting the usual morning routine. "In a shocking turn of events, it has been months since the youngest heir of Von Ritcher, Griffin Von Ritcher, died mysteriously of poisoning and now, another blow has struck the Von Ritcher family as one of their main subsidiary companies, Behav, has been revealed to have been hiding a significant secret. The company was linked to the water disposal incident from Bluebell years ago, a scandal that has sent shockwaves through the corporate world and---"PIP!] "Another day, and the news seems unending, huh?" Greg mused as he stared at the blank screen. CKLEK!“Hey, Greg. Sorry for bothering you, but I just want to remind you that minutes from n
Greg's thoughts swirled with uncertainty, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. And just as he was wrestling with the question of how to navigate the unexpected presence of Griffin and Mara, a sudden knock at the door disrupted his contemplation. It was one of Bluebell Inn's servants."Good afternoon," the inn servant began, "I'm sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to remind you that the banquet is now available, and you are welcome to join if you wish."Greg nodded, acknowledging the information. "Thank you. We'll head to the banquet shortly."As the servant left, Dylan turned to Greg. "Looks like the banquet is already open. Shall we go now?" he asked, and Greg nodded."Sure. Let’s head to the banquet," he said.+++TIME SKIPAs they had arrived at the banquet, the room was already full with the executives.The room was adorned with elegant decorations, giving it the air of an official gathering rather than a simple dinner."Wow... the banquet is quite full," Dylan
As Greg continued to ponder the familiarity of the bag, Alan's voice abruptly brought him back to the present.“Hey, Greg. I’ve been searching for you everywhere," Alan said with a friendly smile. "We need to get inside the lab building. Everyone's already gathered inside since Mr. Smith has already arrived.""Alright, I'll come in," Greg said, as he followed Alan.Inside the Old Behav Lab Building...Greg stepped into the old Behav lab building and found that everyone had already gathered inside. The room buzzed with whispered conversations as the executives engaged in hushed discussions. There was a certain nostalgia in the air, a reminder that many of them had started their careers in this old abandoned lab when they were young scholars. Some of the executives were reminiscing about the past, discussing their memories of working in this very building."Everyone must be feeling nostalgic, considering it's been a long time since they set foot in here," Greg mused as he observed thei
The morning sun bathed the Bluebell Inn in warm, golden light as the executives of Behav Industries enjoyed a grand breakfast. As everyone was eating, Greg, who was sitting on the corner couldn't help but observe Jason, who was now sitting at a table, laughing heartily with Bradley. It was a stark contrast to his furious demeanor just the day before. "Hm, that was weird, how come Jason suddenly changed his mind in one day? Wasn't he still angry yesterday?" Greg mused as he silently drank his coffee."Is Bradley perhaps saying something to him? He must have said something to Jason since he was still mad yesterday. "What did Bradley say that managed to change Jason's mind in one da—” "Hoh, newbie, so you're joining our trip to the lab, huh? What did you say to Karel that made him suddenly let you? You didn't tell what Dr.Lou tells right?" Greg, who heard someone call his name, shifted his gaze and he immediately met with Alan's smiley face. Returning his smile, Greg said, "Nah
Greg now stared in disbelief at the sight before him. Under the bed, there was…“Dylan?” Greg exclaimed, his voice betraying his astonishment as he looked at his subordinate who grinned mischievously before slowly getting up from his hiding place."Hey, Greg," Dylan greeted with a smirk. "Phew, I was relieved to no longer be down there. It's pretty dirty under the bed."Greg scoffed, still bewildered by Dylan's sudden appearance. "Weren't you just out with your belongings minutes ago?"Dylan chuckled as he brushed off some dust from his clothes. “Well, about that… Let’s just say, I didn’t really go out since I was kinda curious about what you and Karel are about to discuss so I decided to eavesdrop for a while before going back to Maria and the teen room,” said Dylan, making Greg roll his eyes.“Anyway, Greg, about Karel’s question…” Dylan's grin faded, and his expression turned serious. "It was strange, don't you think? Like, why would he suddenly ask about Bradley and forgiveness? I
BRAK!The suite room's door swung open, and Karel stepped inside, his eyes scanning the spacious and luxurious surroundings. "Oh, so this is the room, huh? It's pretty big," Karel remarked as he began placing his belongings on the floor. "It's almost as big as the city's hotel suite room. Bluebell Inn should try to advertise more about this place. It'll definitely elevate their income."Greg followed Karel into the room, placing Karel's other belongings beside his own. "Well, yeah, I agree with you. Bluebell should try to advertise this place more" Greg replied, keeping his tone casual. 'Tsk, how come he and Dylan had the same thought?' Greg mused.Karel continued his assessment of the room. "And also, I think they need to fix the connection too. You know, even though this is an inn based in nature, this world is already modern, so Wi-Fi and a good connection have become primary needs, just like food and drink."“Yeah, I agree with you,” Greg briefly said.As they settled into the ro
Karel sighed as he heard what the receptionist said, his mind racing to find a solution to his predicament. "Hmm… So the only option that's available is just an extra bed, huh?" Karel said, a hint of frustration in his voice. The receptionist nodded, her eyes sympathetic.“Yes, sir, the only option available right now is the extra bed. But don’t worry, even though you'll be sleeping on an extra bed, we will give you a free breakfast as our apology for any discomfort you might experience—”As the receptionist talked about the inn's apologetic service, Karel, on the other hand, fell silent as he contemplated this option. Sharing a room with the executives wasn't his idea of a peaceful night's sleep given his personality as a picky person who had zero tolerance to someone else's habit."Hm… who should I sleep with? Alan and Mr. Anderson, or Dr. Lou?" Karel thought as pondered about the sleeping candidate. "It will be troublesome if I sleep with Alan and Mr. Anderson remembering how talka
"I know that exposing the lab and Bradley's activities will tarnish the company's reputation, but seriously, destroying Behav... Should we really just stay silent and let them do it?"***The tension in the room was palpable as Greg and Dylan exchanged thoughts about the executives' plan to expose Behav. Greg's brow furrowed as he considered Dylan's words, the weight of their conversation sinking in before saying, "Well, yeah. I guess so...?" Greg said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean...Why should we stop them? Just like what you said, by exposing the company, it will automatically tarnish its reputation. So what's the difference with letting the executives do that instead? Won't it be good since it didn't dirty our hands?"Greg asked, and Dylan nodded thoughtfully as he acknowledged the validity of Greg's points."Well, you're not wrong about that," Dylan admitted before continuing, "However, our purpose is different from theirs Greg. Our purpose in revealing Behav's illicit activities