“Mineral resources?” Brian asked again and Albert nodded, “Yes, but I'm yet to find its exact location. All I know is that it's present in North Ashton Hills.” Brian stroked his chin and leaned backwards, “Then make sure you get the information about the exact location. If they're targeting the place, then I must do the same. I need to get there before them.”“Alright, master, I'll make sure I get the location.” Albert paused for a while and inhaled a deep breath, “Master, there's something else I managed to get. It hasn't been announced on the news yet, but a presidential campaign held by the dancing 9 for Albert Crest would be coming up soon.” “A presidential campaign for their puppet?!” Brian asked, anger surging through his veins. Now he could understand why they needed Tyla's company. Now the Dancing 9 was strong enough to hold a campaign. Brian was sure that they would win people to their sides all in the name of doing good. With how much they've acquired from their illegal
Meanwhile, Tyla and other members of the Dancing 9 had been preparing for the campaign like their life depended on it. It was their second campaign in a few months. And It was extremely important, especially for Duncan Crist, the leader of the group. After a few sunsets, It was finally time for the Campaign, the most awaited event of the whole city. As time passed by, Austin Crist gained more recognition in Ashton Hills, so quite a number of people looked forward to the campaign. Austin stared at his reflection in the mirror as he fixed his tie. His hair was neatly combed to the back and he was dressed in the finest suit. He tucked his hands into his pocket and checked out his looks one final time before heading out. His fame and everything he acquired at this age was all thanks to the dancing 9, so he was indebted to them. If being controlled would make him the president of a whole country, then he was definitely in for it. As he descended the stairs, Austin's gaze landed on Dunca
Lawrence furrowed his brows, taken aback by Brian's statement. He picked up the paint from the slab next to him and brought his hands to the oil painting, “What do you mean, Mr Duke?” Brian sighed as he walked towards the president. He bowed slightly before sitting on one of the chairs. He placed his hands on his thighs, “Mr President, I apologize for coming to your home unannounced. It's because of the gravity of the situation.” Brian's statement made Lawrence even more confused. He paused, averting his eyes from the oil painting, “Tell me what the matter is and why is Ashton Hills at stake?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. “The presidential election is coming soon, but people are planning to kick you out of the race and hope of re-election.” “What?!” Lawrence asked, a slight chuckle hanging on his lips, “I'm sure I'll win the election. I'm the people's choice.” he said, focusing on the oil painting again, “Do you think a new person can just come from anywhere to claim
For the past few days, Duncan couldn't focus on any other thing than planning revenge for Brian. Every time he remembers Brian's actions, he ends up exploding from anger and messing up his whole office. As he walked into the Harlow Empire, his lips curled up in a smile. Tyla had changed almost everything, Including the interior decor and other minor things. Rather than meeting the receptionist, he walked straight to her office and pushed the door open, acting like the boss because he gave her the position she owned now. Tyla shivered, a look of shock on her face as Duncan walked in without knocking. Her face twisted in an ugly scowl, “Mr Crist.” she drawed, her voice soft but hard, “Please have your seat.” It took her a few minutes to calm the fury within her and Duncan seemed to have noticed that. Duncan pulled out the chair and sat down, a small smile on his lips, “Tyla Brooks, your empire is in good hands now. I stopped the bankruptcy and helped your reputation. Don't you think
Acting on Brian's instruction, Kiera waited for about a few days before sneaking into Tyla's office. Employees were busy with the new product and Tyla was presently out of the Empire. It was the perfect time to get the information about the product. Since she was a mere cleaner, getting access into Tyla's office was a piece of cake.Kiera held the mopping stick and pushed the door open. As other employees passed by, none of them thought much about her actions. She was a mere cleaner who had to clean up the chairwoman’s office. Kiera closed the door gently and closed her eyes to calm herself down.Checking Tyla's laptop wasn't an option, because any sane person would have a password to keep important information intact. What Kiera needed was a file, something she could take pictures of before leaving. Rather than wasting time, Kiera walked towards Tyla's desk and beginned searching. She raised up Tyla's laptop, checked the cabinets and checked under the table. However, she couldn't fi
Lawrence Foyer, the president, after finding out about the dancing 9, had been unable to rest and sleep peacefully. All he could think about was his country, his position and Ashton Hills. Brian had helped him in several ways, and if not because of him, he would have been in the dark and not aware of the conspiracy. He tapped his fingers on his desk, patiently waiting for Killian Trent, the person he was meant to have a meeting with. Killian was one of the governors of the states, a very respectable man in the country. If Lawrence could get a few other people like Killian on his side, then winning the election would be a piece of cake. Few minutes later, a blonde lady walked into the president's office with a glass of coffee and a glass of water. She bowed slightly before placing it on his desk. Lawrence waved his hands, giving her the signal to leave since she was done with her duty. At the same time, a constant knocking on the door pierced through the deafening silence and Lawrenc
Due to the president's words, Killian did his personal research on the dancing 9, but he realized that It was quite hard to get anything on the group. However, that only fueled his desire to know more, especially why they wanted the presidential position. Few days into the search, Killian confirmed the president's words. The dancing 9 was indeed a group who was involved in illegal activities.Killian had no idea that he had been working with desperate people. People who would kill to get a certain position. If not for the president, he would have been in the dark for ages. Few minutes later, a waiter walked towards him with a tray. He bowed towards Killian, “Good day, sir. I would like to take your order.” Slowly, Killian raised his head to meet the waiter’s eye, “I'm expecting someone soon. I'll take my order once he arrives.” His voice was soft, polite, and unconsciously, the waiter's lips curled into a smile. Killian had a meeting with Austin at this particular restaurant. Howev
As the election date moved closer, Lawrence, the president and Brian, worked hand in hand to ensure that the position didn't fall into the wrong hands. It was a sunny afternoon; the trees were green, the air clean and the sky was bright. It was the perfect time to have a campaign, and rather than holding it in Halls, Lawrence held it in a public space, where people moved around freely. There were free drinks, free food and there was no discrimination. People of different status were welcomed, each of them dressed in their best outfits. Lawrence stood on the podium with a microphone in his hands. Rather than having a robotic speech that would bore people, Lawrence conveyed his heartfelt message towards the people. He promised them a brighter future, a better world where everyone would be treated equally. Even though he was the incumbent president, there were still some mistakes he made and so, he assured the people he would keep to his word and amend his mistakes. While Lawrence co