The feeling of Deja vu struck Edward McCullough, as he found himself in the backseat of a moving vehicle with his face being covered. He was headed to see Ernesto Valdez once more. He had seen the news and was aware of what was going on. How could Rylan have gotten through to the cartel? There was nobody who would have known the residence of the cartel. They were very careful with who they worked with. Edward felt this was all his fault. He had put the cartel at risk by involving them with Rylan. It seemed that Rylan wasn’t stronger than he had expected. He had managed to take away their company and also take down the Valdez cartel. It was a stunning achievement in all honesty. But it was an achievement Edward couldn’t acknowledge. Daniel Valdez had called him over to discuss with him. Edward was thinking it was about a new strategy. The last one had felt woeful. It had ended up in the cartel getting hurt and Edward getting agitated. Maybe it was best they took out Rylan finally. It
Edward didn’t know where to begin. He was disappointed in himself and also felt mortified. The whole family was depending on him, and he had messed up. This wasn’t how he predicted things to turn out. In his mind, he had assured that everything would be fine. The cartel would successfully destroy Rylan and they would get their company back. But that was all a dream. And as all dreams died when you woke up, this one did too. As Karen walked into the living room, he was reminded of the promise he had made to her. He had assured her that he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that Rylan was going to return the company to them. But that had failed. Karen had placed her trust in him, and he had let her down. Edward gulped hard as he watched her take a seat on the couch. The last person to come into the room was Federick. He walked in with his hands on the pockets of his pants and with a grim look on his face. With his company gone, and nothing much left for him, he had d
Karen McCullough’s mind was racing with thoughts as she lay on her bed. She had a lot on her mind. Every time she thought of a solution, a countermeasure was brought up. She was in some sort of dilemma, and it seemed the solution was never going to be found. She had single-handedly given the company to Rylan from her father. That wasn’t exactly true, but that was how she felt presently. With nothing but silence as a company, as she stared at her ceiling, she wondered where it all went wrong. Maybe it was from the very beginning Eve met Rylan. Or perhaps it was when she had instructed her father to fire him. Her hate for him had taken control, and she couldn’t resist the temptation of trying to get rid of Rylan. That had worked out at first, but now he was back and he had successfully gotten everything he wanted. His retribution had been completed, and he owed it all to her. Karen sighed and looked at the clock in her drawer. It was a few minutes past midnight. She wondered if her fa
Rylan wasn’t a fan of hospitals. He hated the smell of antiseptics and blood. It had been a phobia when he was little, and he thought he had overcome that fear until he stepped into the building. The air was filled with antiseptics which made Rylan wrinkle his nose. In his hands was a “get better soon card” and a bouquet. He was here for one reason. To confront Ernesto Valdez. After striking a deal with Daniel, it was only eight when he came to see Ernesto. He had been the one who had put him in here. Ernesto was lucky to suffer. Rylan hadn’t expected him to. If Devon had been able to finish the job he had been paid for, Rylan wouldn’t have been here. But he had still won regardless of the outcome. The cartel was no more after him, and he could focus on other things. The building of the factory was about to kickstart, and he didn’t want to miss it for anything. He had to be present for that. Daniel had proposed to see him at his club, and Rylan had feared it would be another shoo
Michael Meyers loved jobs like this one. It was so easy, and yet he was paid a whole lot of money to do it. It made him excited. As he ran through the records, he leaned on the desk close by looking for something in particular. A particular file that his client had requested to see. In the shadows of the room and with no lighting but the torchlight he held, he looked through the records. He wondered why the hospital hadn’t updated their records with these. He had hacked into the database a few minutes ago, but couldn’t find it. Now he had to look for it the hard way. He didn’t complain. It was still going to be found. The client’s choice was interesting. They were looking for a particular person. Rylan Daystar. Why would they do that? Michael had heard of Rylan. He was well known on the streets of Los Angeles. If there was secret information about him, he was sure that it would be very valuable. People will pay so much money for such information. But it was confidential so he cou
Michael Meyers tapped the steering wheel impatiently as he waited for his client to arrive. They were supposed to meet at the cafe this morning, but his client seemed to be running later. He looked at the watch on his wrist and realized that it was fifteen minutes past 11 am. Their scheduled meeting was at 10:30 am. Michael clenched his jaws and his eyes went down to the object on the passenger’s seat. It was a big brown envelope. And in that big brown envelope was the file he had stolen from the hospital. The Rylan Daystar file. Michael had been stunned by what he found. He never expected that. He thought that Rylan Daystar was a normal rich kid who had been spoiled from birth, but that wasn’t the case. There was more to the story than Michael expected. He looked up and saw a black Cadillac coming his way. The plate number was concealed, and Michael immediately knew that it was his client. His stomach churned in excitement. It was payday. He had thought at first that this job had
Daystar Industries was bigger than Karen had expected it to be. Maybe it was because she had never been here before. The side of the building was bigger than that of her dad’s company. It made her wonder where Rylan would have gotten his wealth from. She needed to know. It was incredible that this building was here long before then. It seemed to have been standing before Rylan had become its new owner. And she knew how and why. All her questions were finally going to be answered. She needed all the information she had on Rylan right here. As she stepped out of the Cadillac, she walked briskly into the building heading towards the entrance. As she stepped into the elevator, she could feel her stomach flutter in excitement. Her mind was on Rylan. She couldn’t wait to see him. After so many months of trying to avoid him for her to carry out her plans, it was time she confronted him. The elevator played a strange soothing melody as she went up. It was relaxing, and that was a feeling Ka
Rylan gazed down on the streets of Los Angeles from the glass wall of his office. He had hands behind him as he was lost in his thoughts. His kind was racing. The truth haunted him. It couldn’t be possible. Could it? It was Karen who had brought this to him, so he had every reason to be doubtful about it. The first time she had done this to him, he had been forced into a divorce. Now she was back again looking for another way to make him uncomfortable. Rylan turned around and stared at the file which was still on the desk. There was something about it that made him feel queasy. Rylan could remember asking Arlene about their father when he was little. She had always told him that his father had run away from them. His grandfather on the other hand never spoke about it. He was always silent when it came to the ‘father talk’. His grandfather had always acted like a father to him. But that hadn’t been enough for Rylan. Eventually, he had gotten over it, but now he was back thinking about