“Did you find anything?” Detective Stanley asked with a cigarette in between his fingers. Jain who was going through a big file shook her head. They had been at this for days and they didn’t seem to be making any progress. Jain didn’t want to be the one to break the news to Stanley but it was obvious that sitting here all day wasn’t going to solve anything. They had to go out and look for answers. But that wasn’t going to happen yet. Why? It was because they didn’t have anywhere to start from. “What did you find?” She asked Stanley. “Other than the victim having a brother? Nothing.”Jain sighed in frustration. “And what is the victim’s brother’s name again?” She asked. Stanley closed the file he was reading and took another puff of his cigarette. Jain watched him push out the smoke from his nose. “Dayton Veeschoris,” he replied, rubbing his hand across the file’s surface. “And where is his brother? We can get useful information about our victim from him.” Stanley stood up from
Frederick McCullough stood in front of the window of his office, gazing down at the bustling streets of Los Angeles. His mind was racing as he pondered his next move. Rylan had just made a bold and strategic move that cost him his autonomous control over the company. As a co-owner, Rylan was now a looming threat to take over the rest of the company. Frederick's heart sank at the thought of losing control of his life's work, his greatest achievement, and his investment in other companies. The mere idea of Rylan taking over completely sent a cold chill down his spine. He knew he had to act fast and find a solution to prevent this from happening. Yet, despite his best efforts, he couldn't seem to come up with a solution. His mind was blank, and he felt lost and overwhelmed.Frederick turned away from the streets and faced his office once more. He could remember vividly the day he had fired Rylan. Rylan had pleaded with him to reconsider, but he hadn’t listened. Karen had advised him to b
“Are you kidding me?” Karen asked. “You think I’d joke about something like this?” Frederick replied. Karen sighed and placed her hands on her hips. They were losing the battle to Rylan. It seemed he had finally gotten to her dad, but Karen wondered how. What did Rylan have on her father that would force him to sell the company? It didn’t make any sense. Frederick wouldn’t just accept defeat unless it was something serious. Whatever it was, it had Federick in a chokehold. “What did Rylan say to you?” She questioned. “And why would you even think about doing something like this?”Frederick had his hands on his eyes. He was thinking of what to do. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his daughters about what he had done. If they found out that he had been involved in a drug trafficking scheme, they’d never trust him ever again. Especially Eve. He had done so much wrong to her that he felt guilty any time he looked into her eyes. It was hard to purge away the guilt. Everything he tried d
Rylan Daystar marched into the hallway that led to Frederick’s office. Today was the day he would get his revenge. His retribution was now at its peak. Besides him was Leah Marcher who had a black briefcase in her hand. She was like a bodyguard to him with the shades she wore. Rylan was dressed in his usual black suit and white undershirt. His dark brown hair was combed neatly and his amber eyes lit the hallway. He dressed perfectly for the occasion. Leah who was beside him was similar to him. They arrived at Frederick’s door and were met by Martha, his secretary.Martha went to them as she watched them arrive at Frederick’s door. She wasn’t surprised to see him here. Judging from the telegraph he had sent, Martha knew something was wrong but she kept her lips sealed. Only she knew the dark secrets of the company and thus was going to be one of them. It came with the job. “Mr. Daystar. I believe you’re here to see Mr. McCullough?” She asked. Rylan nodded with a smile.“Yes. If you d
How many years had Edward been away? Seven, or eight years? No matter how long it was, it didn’t matter to Eve anymore. Why? Because her brother was coming home. It was only a matter of time. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him. During the period of his absence, she had gotten married, divorced, and traveled around the world. So when she saw his car pull up into the estate, a smile appeared on her face. Eve could feel her heart thumping hard against her ribs. She was excited to see Edward again. Staying in France for almost ten years would have surely affected him in one way or the other. Eve thought about it. Perhaps his intonation would be different than before. The black SUV pulled over at the mansion and the back door swung open, propelling a figure to step out of it. It was Edward McCullough. Edward McCullough was a tall man with dark hair which glistened under the morning sun. He had familiar blue eyes and a perfectly shaved mustache. He looked like a combinat
In the darkness, Edward's senses were heightened as he heard the faint sound of engines running in the distance. His arms and legs were restrained, but he remained composed. He knew that he had been taken against his will and brought to an unfamiliar location, but this was all part of the plan he had devised. Despite the circumstances, he felt a sense of calmness wash over him. He had no reason to panic because he had anticipated this moment. This was the only way he could save his family from harm. The stakes were high, and he had no choice but to take a risk. Edward couldn't believe he was about to negotiate with his captors. It was a desperate move, but he was willing to do whatever it takes to protect his loved ones. However, he was well aware of the danger that lay ahead.They had been going for about twenty minutes now, and Edward was relieved when the car came to a final halt. The engines were caught off and he could hear the sounds of car doors slamming. Footsteps were also pa
Leah Marcher walked through the hallway of Daystar Industries as she headed toward Rylan’s office. In her hands were a couple of papers. The papers were good news. News that Rylan would love to hear. She arrived at the office and was met by his secretary, Mrs. Clifford who was a brunette woman in her early forties. “Mrs. Marcher. Welcome,” she greeted. “Thank you, Mrs. Clifford. Is he in there?” Leah asked. Mrs. Clifford nodded. “Okay. Thank you,” Leah said and knocked on the door. Without waiting for a response, she swung the door open and stepped into the office. Rylan was leaning against his chair lost in thought. He was in his white undershirt with his sleeves folded. On the chair hung his suit jacket. Rylan was thinking of what to do with Federick’s company now he owned it. He could merge it with his and make it one, but that seemed like a bad idea. The weight of the company would be too cumbersome in the market. But if he made both of them go in the opposite direction, th
As Rylan and Leah strolled towards their car, a sudden flash caught them off guard. A camera which concealed the face of a figure standing a few cars away, had just taken their picture. The figure, who was wearing a black overcoat, slowly lowered the camera, revealing his face. He watched Rylan and Leah intently as they climbed into their shiny Lamborghini, his eyes never leaving them until they raced away down the street, leaving him standing alone in the huge parking lot. When they were gone, he looked at the images he captured of them. He had taken quite a few and they all seemed perfect. That was all the evidence he needed. He was sure that his client would be delighted to see this. With a smile on his face, he walked back into the casino. ***In a room with a large table sat five men and a woman. They were all looking at each other in rage. The air that surrounded them seemed tense. However, they didn’t seem angry at each other but angry at something way different. Seth Manne