Maverick’s heart thumped against his chest, his hands trembling slightly as he signed the petition before him. After his meeting with Big Dot, the officers in charge put a mask on his face, dragging him out of the interrogation chamber to into the back of a prison van.He had not even agreed to Big Dot’s before he was dragged away.“Who are you?” Maverick demanded the moment the mask was unveiled from his face.“You have been freed… well, only for a few days.”“What, what do you mean?!” Maverick asked, glaring at the officers.“Here…” they said, handing a burner phone to him.“Just do as you’re told. Only do as you’re told,” They repeated, their voices firm with the instruction. Without any more information, the van came to a stop and Maverick was shoved out of the vehicle.—————————Archer woke up late the next day, his body was weak from overworking, his head throbbed painfully, demanding to be taken care of.Reluctantly, Archer stepped out of bed, making his way to the bathroom.
We all know that one moment, when the villain gives up; that moment he realizes there’s no point in fighting and just accepts defeat. This was it for Maverick Jr. The moment when everything lost all meaning.He knew for a fact that he wouldn’t become anything more than he was already- just another player on Big Dot’s pitch.Maverick Jr reconsidered his offer for the umpteenth time. The mission was simple, too simple for Big Dot to have offered to cancel his debts. He owed him too much money for him to just let go and work out his release, for a few days…Maverick knew in his bones that he wouldn’t make it back alive. The fight against Archer would take his life whether he was loyal to Big Dot or not. Maverick counted his betrayal a silent plea for leniency in facing the consequences of his sins. That he was giving Archer the one information that would save his life while he lost his, he counted it as his best.As he sat in that car, ready to give up, his body trembling slightly a
The night of the Poseidon, another invention the Founding Fathers never knew would turn into yet another bloodlust. The mornings usually began like every other Christmas, the daylights were low and the humidity high. High anticipation and excitement usually filled the day, ushering in the night with good spirits and tidings as the Brothers prepared to meet.It was especially Maverick Sr’s idea to have a night where the members of Seven Divine Citadels met and discussed their difficulties and shared insights into the Medical World. Master Brown Woods observed that the night of the Poseidon was fast becoming a networking system than the traditional meet-and-greet Maverick Sr had wanted.Every Poseidon night witnessed the presence of every regal and powerful man in Utah. It was like the gathering of the White House, just with more wealthy Lords and Dukes. Most of which had no business being present at the ball night.There, then, that was when it all fell apart. The disagreement betwe
Mr Mathew sat at the living room, glancing repeatedly at the doorway, his eyes betraying his unspoken anxiousness, and even though Tangie understood his concern for her, she just couldn’t sit by idly. As Tangie revisited her heroic efforts for Utah’s Culinary Institute, she realized she could do so much more than just playing the role of his pregnant wife. She wanted to do more- to take action.“How long are we going to keep staring at the door?” She blurted out, her voice sharp with resolve.“What else do you suggest we do?” Mr Mathew replied, furrowing his brows with concern. Tangie suddenly rose to her feet, her face still with determination.“Dad, I’m going to work. I am now the President of Sullivan’s Distribution Company. It is my first day of work...” before she completed her statement, she was already on the way out, trudging through the stairs with resolve.“Tangie!” Mr Mathew called after her, “Tangie!!” A door slammed shut in the distance, and the weight of her determin
Tangie Williams moved faster than the news about the ownership of Sullivan’s Distribution Company had shifted from the Sullivans Family to President Williams of Sterling Group. The announcement had come at midnight as Archer speculated but there wasn’t any official confirmation.Lord Sullivan, a strict traditional man bent on saving his face, kept his loss of shares and authority a secret from his family and employees.Meanwhile, Beatrice and Uncle Bernard resumed their usual duties, proudly displaying their titles by parading the hallway of the company to show off the tag on their suit.As Tangie and Mr Mathew stepped foot in the Company’s reception hall, Beatrice greeted them with a scornful tone. “Tut, tut, tut… I would save myself the embarrassment if I were you.” She chimed, her face beaming with pride as she subtly touched the ‘Chief Auditor’ tag on her shirt.“Get away, Beatrice. I am not here for you…” Tangie replied firmly, catching Beatrice off guard.Beatrice shifted unco
“But… how are you going to do that?” Celestine asked, his voice a blend of apprehension and despair. “We don’t even know the venue for the night, let alone have the right connections to make it a mask party.”Archer sighed softly, the plate of food in front of him gradually lessening as he dug in bit by bit. “Why are you worried about the venue? We will just ask Lebanon.” He replied.“I don’t want to deal with snakes anymore,” Celestine objected, “How can you still want to work with him?”Archer turned to him, his eyes glinted with mischief. “You cannot run away from everything that threatens you, Celestine.” Master Woods had not prepared him enough for the mission he gave him, but he was quick to learn how it really worked outside here. “That kind of behavior is called cowardice.”Celestine furrowed his brows in confusion, his eyes carried freckles of his concern.“It is not cowardice to stop trusting and being good to people who...”“Celestine, what are you ranting about? Your eyes
Tangie strode purposefully towards the conference room, her heels echoing against the marble as if determined to halt the world around her.Uncle Bernard stood by the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the glass door. As the clinking sound of Tangie’s heels neared, her feminine yet possessive scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air, preceding her entrance like an enchanting aura.Uncle Bernard’s gaze softened as he watched her approach, a mixture of admiration and hope clouded his eyes.Finally, Tangie and Mr Mathew stopped before him, their gazes met in a brief moment of understanding.“Do you want to talk about that dream of yours, Uncle Bernard?” Tangie asked, a small smile graced on her lips. Tangie always had great admiration for her Uncle Bernard, he was the first person in the Sullivan’s family to ever stand up to Lord Sullivan. Well, not for long, because sooner than expected, he was crippled by his father’s vices and dragged back on his knees.“Oh, I’m too old fo
Tangie stepped into the conference hall, about to take a seat she never thought she’d sit on. As she took smart resolute steps towards the Head of the mahogany table, she unconsciously glanced at the Auditor seat she used to occupy and it seemed so far from the Head she just sat in. The room went hushed with silence, anticipation filled the air as she settled in, and of course, she could vividly feel her father holding his breath, nervous about his twenty-four year old daughter taking heading over fifty employees, including him.But he was wrong, Tangie was a changed person now. Something in her had shifted. Perhaps, she was too slow to accept the fact that she wasn’t married to an ordinary man.Now, she realized being brave and courageous was the only way to be his wife and carry his child.Tangie released a soft sigh, her gaze flicking around the room, reading the expressions on each their faces.“From my previous seat at that side of the table, I could barely see anyone’s face. B