The evening had just begun but the day was almost over. Mr Mathew Sullivans did exactly as Lord Sullivan demanded- resign and leave the office to Bernard Sullivan, his second son and Mr Mathew’s younger brother.As he made his way out of the Sullivan’s distribution company, his mind raced with ideas for the next few days of his life. One thing Tangie’s defiance reminded him of was his own dream, his long hidden dream. As a teenager, he had imagined his older self in a farmhouse with his wife and children. Two young girls running around with hens while their mother served dinner at the round wooden table. The scent of freshly baked bread filling the air as they laughed and share d stories of their day. His teenager, a lovechild, one different from the family. Nerdy, very kind and attentive to her younger siblings. He would’ve named her Cassidy, an unusual name for a girl, but that was the name of his first love- the woman he’d be married td.He had tucked that dream away from the da
Settled at the dining table, Mariah had prepared a feast in celebration of Tangie’s return and pregnancy.As taught at Utah Culinary Arts Institute, an excess of delightful dishes lay on the table in silver wares with vibrant garnishing.The main course, a succulent roasted leg of lamb, adorned with rosemary and garlic took the center of the table. Scattered around the table, a full plate of buttery mashed potatoes, Brussels sprouts, and honey-glazed carrots were placed before everyone present.Tangie was amazed at the beauty and the effort Mariah had put into the feast, it was nothing short of a banquet. The aroma of freshly cooked meals wafted through the room, engulfing her like a hug. Perhaps it wasn’t just the food that buttered her heart, perhaps it was the perfect picture of her dad and her husband sitting on the same dining table with her sweet friend, Mariah.Moments like this were all that mattered to her. As her eyes flickered from face to face, Tangie wondered if he was a
Mr Mathew’s lips parted in slight halves while Celestine watched in awe, a sly smirk danced across his face as he acknowledged his move.“Good call,” he chimed, his voice dripping with excitement.“If you’re interested in remaining CEO,” Archer continued, “then I have one sole condition, transfer your shares to Tangie. I’ve already accumulated some shares in her name, whatever you add to her will make her the highest shareholder in the company, hence she can return to work if she wants because basically, she will be the President, according to the rules of the company.”Archer’s voice boomed, lingering in the air as the room went hushed with silence and heavy with anticipation of Mr Mathew’s reply.“Woah” Mr Mathew exhaled, his mind unable to process the fact that Archer was actually rich enough to buy a crumbling seven-figure company. Mr. Mathew nodded his head in acknowledgment. “Alright, but…” “If I hand down all my shares to my daughter, then I have no authority on any seat exc
“What does this mean for us?” Tangie exclaimed, her brows furrowing with concern. “Are you saying that, Big Dot could be any of the Sullivans?”Archer nodded solemnly, “Big Dot could be someone within the Sullivan family or someone married into the Sullivan lineage.” “Like Augustine...” Mr Mathew interjected, his eyes narrowing in thought.“It’s…. well,” he paused, carefully considering his words.“Sir Augustine Dennis, the lord of Leeds, a speaker in the White House married to a Sullivan,”“Aunt May.” Tangie concurred, “it’s a possibility we can’t overlook,”Tangie glanced at Archer, her mind racing with thoughts, “Both Aunt May and Sir Augustine were in the Government and they pretty much do the selections of lords to government.”Unraveling these hidden facts was thrilling as it was scary to her. She’d hate to the idea that her great-aunt was trying to kill her husband.“How much information can gather on these couple?” Archer asked, hoping Mr Mathew would have some insights. “
Game changer, the word that best described the situation Archer found himself.Archer exhaled a deep, long breath. His hands shaky from inexplicable fear.He was going to take Doctor Mason to his home, but as earlier stated, finding a note addressed to him, a note that demanded that he be taken to his home, that changed his plans. He felt like he played into their hands.As they raced through the streets, Archer looked behind him again and again, making certain that he was not being followed.Suddenly, just as they were about to take a left turn to his house, Archer bolted from the back of the ambulance to the driver’s seat.He would not play into their hands.He would not take Doctor Mason to his home. He didn’t know why his address was found in his pocket but, it was sure alarming.“Take a right,” Archer demanded, his identity well-covered by a nose mask.“A right?” The paramedic-driver repeated, “he doesn’t have much time, he needs to be treated.”“Then instead of this address, le
Archer’s mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of this stranger’s identity. The stranger’s calm demeanor only fueled Archer’s frustration, leaving him in a state of constant unease and assumptions. Desperate for the truth, yet continuously clueless.“Could he just be a member of Libra Group? Or perhaps he was just someone with a personal interest in Doctor Mason.” He wondered.As he stared into the stranger’s eyes, searching for a hint without any success, Archer sighed and turned away.“If you’ve harmed Doctor Mason, you’ll pay for it.” Archer declared as he made his way to the door.The corners of the stranger’s lips widened in a mischievous smirk.“Bold of you to assume you’re invincible and everyone is conquerable.”Archer paused, catching his breath before turning to him, an expression of disinterest etched on his face.“I don’t think invincible, Sir. I just don’t support harming people.”Lebanon scoffed, his wry chuckle, a scornful gesture at Archer’s words.“Did you
Archer stood calmly, studying the mannerisms of the man before him.His wide eyes held hints of urgency, and suppressed desperation.Undeniably the revelation that Big Dot wielded was an alarming news that only confirmed his suspicions about the news tailored for TV.He underestimated him until now. He understood that Big Dot was one step ahead of him, and any more slip-up would lead to a disaster. He needed to act fast and quickly. While he needed allies in this fight, he really did not like the idea of relying on someone whose purpose wasn’t clear.“Lebanon,” Archer spoke, breaking the silence between them, “what exactly do you need from me? How valuable is this information about Big Dot?”Lebanon’s gaze hardened, his expression solemn.“President Williams, the information is not good enough to cripple him, but I promise it can slow down his movements.”That was all Archer needed, to slow him down… then he’d figure the rest.“What’s the other answer?” He asked.“I will give you the
The night of the Poseidon in the city of Utah was otherwise known as the night of sin. Not that the Government actually cared about the number of atrocities committed in the city that night, but due to how bad it made the government look, the day was declared a lockdown.“But this year’s Poseidon night is different.” Celestine chimed, his eyes flaring in a frenzy. “After three years of nothing but successful shutdown of the Poseidon night, the government announced this year’s Poseidon night for the first time in three years.”Archer shot to his feet, swiping his eyes across the watch on his wrist.“Celestine, I can’t process any more information.” He mumbled, his eyes holding the depth of his tiredness. Without waiting for their approval, Archer made his way out of the dining room, slowly trudging upstairs.Archer’s mind was crowded with thoughts, despite his eyes heavy with sleep.The pieces of the puzzle were scattered around without any clear direction.If the many questions on h