Lawton's eyes sparkled with triumph as he looked at his dumbfounded landlady with a sly smile on his face. The landlady must have thought he was bluffing at first as he could tell she was completely shocked by the look on her face but decided to give her some time to take it all in. His confidence soared as he looked at the neighbours who glared at him but he couldn't be bothered as he knew they were about to be shocked to their bones once they realized he had bought the entire property. It was all in a matter of minutes as he had to first put the landlady in her place before coming back to them. He felt a wave of satisfaction as he continued to smile, waiting for the landlady to say something to him but she just kept quiet as she continued to stare at her phone. The landlady looked so shocked as she repeatedly continued to stare at her phone not believing Lawton could send her such a huge amount of money. "How is this possible?" She muttered to herself as she refreshed her bank
The landlady and all of the neighbours immediately stopped walking as they heard Lawton talk. "Who told you to go?" He barked in annoyance as he glared at them. "You can go, I was talking to my new tenants," Lawton said, as he walked closer to the landlady who was standing with the neighbours. Lawton watched the landlady walk out of the house as she heard Lawton talk before continuing to talk to his new tenants. "Where were you all rushing to?" Lawton asked, with a smile sly. "You all had time to talk and it is my turn to talk now so you should all listen to me attentively," Lawton added. Lawton walked closer to Mr Thompson who looked away as he saw him saw him. "Don't you have anything to say to the new owner of the building," Lawton said as Mr Thompson trembled. "You seemed to have a lot to say about me earlier," He added. "No," Mr Thompson replied, as Lawton smiled at him before walking away and standing where he could see all of the tenants. The other neighbours were star
Lawton stepped through the revolving doors of the company, his sharp eyes scanning the pristine lobby. The air was cool, artificial, like the false sense of security this company had been running on for too long. Everything looked polished on the surface—polite greetings, pristine floors, a buzz of activity that hinted at productivity—but Lawton knew better. This company had been stagnant, coasting on past success for far too long. “Good morning, sir,” the receptionist said with a practised smile. Lawton offered a curt nod, his thoughts already moving ahead to the task at hand. Today wasn’t just another day in the office. Today was the day he had to put the company on notice. Waiting near the elevators was Smithson, his father’s loyal assistant, who had become his de facto guide through the intricacies of running the business. Smithson was a man who commanded respect without demanding it, his calm demeanour masking the years of experience and knowledge he had gained. Lawton had alw
The meeting room buzzed with this… anxious energy as Lawton stepped inside. The executives were already seated, their expressions a mix of scepticism and curiosity. He could feel their eyes on him, a silent judgement lingering in the air. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his shoulders, ready to confront all of them. “Thank you all for gathering here today,” Lawton began, his voice steady but authoritative. “As you know, I’ve been reviewing the company’s records, and I have some concerning findings.” He glanced at the charts projected on the screen, the stark decline in product innovation evident to all. “It appears we haven’t launched a new product in years. Can anyone explain why?” A heavy silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of a chair creaking as Mr Thompson, the head of marketing, shifted uncomfortably. “Well, Lawton, we’ve encountered several roadblocks,” he said cautiously. “One reason is that we’ve run out of ideas. The market has changed, and we’ve strug
Lawton awoke with a shock, the remnants of his nightmares hanging on him like cobwebs. For a brief while, he forgot where he was, and then the weight of the previous day's events returned. He glanced at the clock; it was early, but his thoughts were already racing. His wife, Amanda, had begged that he eat something before going to the hospital, and he couldn't resist her worried pleadings. She hovered about him, fear on every line of her face, but he reassured her before returning to his mother's side. When Lawton arrived at the hospital, he felt a surge of anxiety. The hospital was alive with activity, in stark contrast to the empty streets he had traversed the night before. Security was tight, as Smithson had stated. He walked by many guards, their eyes bright and attentive, on his approach to his mother's ward. When he walked in, his mother was awake, and her eyes lit up as she saw him. She extended a thin hand, and he gently accepted it, feeling a rush of love. "Hi, Mom," he rep
Lawton's heart raced as he watched Smithson's men secure Korvich in the makeshift interrogation chamber. The encounter in the warehouse had been heated, and now that Korvich was in their hands, the true challenge had only begun.The faint light from the single hanging lamp cast harsh shadows on Korvich's face, emphasizing the deep lines left by years of bitterness and hatred. Smithson stood beside Lawton, his gaze locked on the captive man. "We need to extract as much information as we can from him," Smithson remarked in a quiet, determined tone. "This is our chance to get to the bottom of everything." Lawton nodded as his mind raced. "I understand. But we also have to be careful. Korvich is dangerous, and we cannot underestimate him." Smithson's expression relaxed slightly. "I have already reinforced security surrounding the hospital. We cannot afford any more disasters. Be rest assured that your mom will not be get any unwanted visitation.”Lawton allowed himself a small moment o
Lawton awoke with a shock, the remnants of his nightmares hanging on him like cobwebs. For a brief while, he forgot where he was, and then the weight of the previous day's events returned. He glanced at the clock; it was early, but his thoughts were already racing. His wife, Amanda, had begged that he eat something before going to the hospital, and he couldn't resist her worried pleadings. She hovered about him, fear on every line of her face, but he reassured her before returning to his mother's side.When Lawton arrived at the hospital, he felt a surge of anxiety. The hospital was alive with activity, in stark contrast to the empty streets he had traversed the night before. Security was tight, as Smithson had stated. He walked by many guards, their eyes bright and attentive, on his approach to his mother's ward.When he walked in, his mother was awake, and her eyes lit up as she saw him. She extended a thin hand, and he gently accepted it, feeling a rush of love and guilt."Hi, Mom,
Lawton came home to see Amanda getting ready to go out. She was standing in front of the mirror, carefully applying makeup—a sight that caught him off guard. He locked the door behind him and continued towards her. His curiosity was stirred. He couldn't fathom any reason why she would be leaving at this hour of the day. Trying to recall if they had any plans for the evening, he meticulously searched his memory. Though he struggled to remember, nothing came to his mind."Are you going somewhere, Amanda?" With a voice that was just slightly nervous, he asked. Amanda looked up at him, determination and worry mixed together on her face."I am," she answered truthfully. "Barry Colton invited me to dinner." Lawton's eyes widened in surprise. "Barry Colton? The businessman?"Amanda nodded. "Yes, he said he has a business proposal to discuss with me."Lawton scowled, his protective reflexes kicking in. "Are you sure about this? Barry is known for his charisma, but he's also a highly power