Get your hands off me!" Raj tried to push him off, but Tom's grip was metaphorically the same as a coconut crab. "And so if he lives here, then what?" Raj asked because there was no way he could convince them otherwise. Now he knew that the phone-like device that the agent was holding, tracked Jordan's phone down here. But how was that possible when Jordan's location was never turned on? "Where is he?" Tom asked, yelling at the top of his voice, while Raj appeared indifferent. "Look around, did you see him here?" He asked, giving Tom a second to look around the room. "Go ahead, search everywhere until you... "Shut up!" Tom silenced him with a punch across the face, before tossing him to the side of the room. If he wanted to get answers, he'd get them from the scared one, the stripper. The young lady almost died on the inside while Tom was yet to approach her, she almost screamed but placed her hand over her palm to stop herself. "You want to live huh?" Tom asked, withou
A.N [Sure you want to know how they got out of there, just hang on a little longer] ___ Sunday morning Harley's Hotel Axel City 9 a.m Ellen did not smile at anyone till today, after the experience at the Slytherin Empire building, she was left shocked and devastated. She thought about how much it would cost to swallow her pride, pick up the phone and call Oscar, but even if she did, what were the chances that he would pick up her call? As for Micheal, he was yet to receive the news that someone else had bought the stake that he wanted, he made all the calls that he could to see if there was anyone to help, but none could interfere with matters that concerned the Slytherin Empire. He didn't sleep at the hotel last night, and Ellen couldn't care less about his whereabouts, once she claims her father's company "or so she thought" she'll dump him and move on with her life without or without a man. But to even save her father's company, she needed to call Oscar to sort
"Oh!" Ellen exclaimed, "What's your plan exactly?" She inquired with a hint of curiosity on her face. "I just said it, we plan to invite him to a restaurant for a conversation without him knowing that he's coming to meet me... "And you think that's the best idea?" Ellen cut him off, unable to believe that a fully grown businessman could come up with such a plan without looking into the consequences. "It's not the best idea," Micheal replied before taking his seat on one of the sofas. "It's the only idea Because there is no way in this world that I am picking up my phone to call that loser." "I see," Ellen muttered, "Tricking the CEO who doesn't want to see you into meeting you is what you call an idea? oh lord!" She exclaimed, "Just pick up your phone and call Oscar, swallow your pride and save your company, to avoid trouble." "Now you are just saying nonsense," Micheal exclaimed as he stood up from the sofa and headed for the bedroom. "Don't say I didn't warn yo
Monday 8:30 am Wade just walked into the Slytherin Empire feeling uneasy. After the incident at the basements, he couldn't help but feel that there were FBI everywhere constantly waiting to catch him. As for how they had escaped the FBI in the basement, he could only call it a miracle. They had overhead the FBI planning to check the whole room and panicked for a moment because they would be found in no time. The chamber was large enough to contain a king-sized bed with enough room for a sofa and a few other home appliances. But most of these spaces have been occupied by gadgets and machines used to prepare *** and bind them before smuggling within and out of the country. They knew that once the FBI found the door, they wouldn't hesitate to unlock it and they'd be busted, so each of them grabbed a gun and pointed at the door to prepare for the worst. "Where the fuck does this shaft lead?" Jordan asked looking up at a hole in the ceiling. From the looks of things, the the
3: 34 pm Wade made his way to the main building, he had intentionally not gone back there hoping that Oscar would have gone because until now, he had no idea that Oscar was the new CEO, not many people in the company had this information yet. "Hi," He walked up to the receptionist but met a different person this time because the shift for the first receptionist was over. "Yes, welcome sir, how may I help you?" She asked him. "Uhm, I just wanted to confirm if Mr. Oscar is still around, he visited earlier and wanted to see me, but I have been busy all day, so I couldn't meet him." "Yes, Mr. Oscar is still around," she replied and Wade sighed, that was a failed attempt. "That's a surprise." He uttered. "What do you mean?" The receptionist asked, curiosity written all over her face. "I thought he'd be gone by now, you know, most visitors just show up and in an hour or two they'll leave." He replied. "Huh?" The lady raised a brow, wondering what nonsense the young man bef
Wade was dumbfounded, seeing his wife's body would save him a lot, especially since it would be all the evidence he needed to show her family that he had nothing to do with her death. But at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to the FBI, it was like bringing the culprit to the court to testify that he wasn't a culprit when he could have easily gotten away with it. "When?" He asked after a few seconds of silence. "Sometime during the week, they'll have to schedule a date for you, but I won't go along with you though. I'm happy to make arrangements for your flight and accommodation but I can't go, I've got a business conference next two weeks that I need to prepare for." Oscar replied, feeling fulfilled that he had just helped someone who deserved it. "Oh," Wade uttered, "Thank you so much, I appreciate this, I'll inform her family member as soon as you confirm the date. Even if I can't go, they'll go and see for themselves that I am not lying." "Why would you not go
"We traced the receiver, as you called it, to another state on West Arcadia, and it is just so unrealistic to make a call from the middle of the woods, and dumped the phone there," Charles said and took out another phone from the box. "Unlike your father's phone, this one was reset completely to factory setting, wiping out all memory, picture and call history. We found the sim card not so far away from where we found the phone, and from what we saw, it was as if whoever used it tried to break it but it was too small to break all the way." Charles continued while showing off pictures that back up his claims. "We continued to search the area and found another body, wrapped in clothes and dumped. This gave us two sceneries. One, it could have been plotted by whoever owned the phone and Mr Aston to kill those people for a reason we are yet to discover. Two, Mr Aston and the body we found could have been the victims because both their phones were found at the scenes, one reset and the
Leaving the detective's office, Tom got a call from the Slytherin mansion, and as soon as he got the information, he turned to Oscar, "A lady is at the Slytherin mansion, and she insists on seeing you, or she won't leave." "Who is she?" Oscar asked, wondering who it was that needed his attention so desperately. "She refused to mention her name. According to him, she thinks you are inside the mansion but refusing to come out." "Oh lord, let this not be Ellen," Oscar sighed, He didn't want to imagine that the young lady was shameless enough to come to look for him at the Slytherin mansion, because she was already too shameless to make that call on Sunday which he found very irritating. "It might be, judging by her voice that I heard over the phone, she seems very desperate at this point," Tom added, and Oscar felt as if he had gotten himself into a real-life ad that he could not skip."I'll just get there and see for myself." He replied and sat back, waiting for the worse.Less