Zen dragged the man in the suit a few feet away from the barrel, letting him collapse onto the ground, still gasping for air. He glanced down at the man, his expression unreadable.“You know, I could have killed you by now,” Zen said casually, dusting off his hands.The man in the suit smirked through the pain, wiping water from his eyes. “And yet, here I am. Breathing.”“Because I want information. I can drag this out for as long as it takes.” Zen crouched down next to him, his voice low. “Now, tell me more about this drug.”The man struggled to sit up, cradling his ribs as he spoke. “Tomorrow night. Dock -I won’t tell you. You won’t make it there in time anyway. We’ve got our eyes everywhere.”Zen tilted his head, studying him. “You’re very confident for someone who’s spent the last few minutes with their head in a barrel.”The man let out a short laugh, though it was laced with pain. “You don’t get it, do you? SP4 is not just some street-level drug. It’s a product the elite have be
Zen entered Sinclair’s office, the door closing behind him with a decisive click. Sinclair looked up from his desk, with concern in his eyes.“Chief, good timing. What did you find out?” Sinclair asked, gesturing for Zen to take a seat.Zen dropped into the chair across from Sinclair, leaning forward. “I had a nice chat with the guys in the warehouse, one in particular was entertaining.”Sinclair’s interest piqued. “Go on.”Zen began, “He called the poison, SP4, and confirmed SP4 isn’t just a street-level drug. It’s something the elite are heavily invested in. The Currens are behind it. Or at least, someone’s using their name.”Sinclair frowned. “He mentioned David Curren, not Daven?”“Yeah,” Zen confirmed. “I treated Daven Curren’s grandmother once. She was in rough shape, but I managed to help her. Daven never mentioned a brother named David.”“That’s strange,” Sinclair said, tapping his pen thoughtfully. “David might be an alias. If so, it could mean someone’s using the Curren name
Zen’s eyes locked onto Siara as she descended the stairs. Her elegance was undeniable, yet Zen’s gaze remained. As she reached the bottom, Daven made the introduction.“Siara, this is Tom, the man who helped Grandma,” Daven said warmly.Siara extended her hand with a bright smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tom.”Zen took her hand, his grip firm but his eyes scanning her face with coldness. “The pleasure is mine. I didn’t know the Curren family had a daughter abroad.”Siara’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. “Yes, I’ve been studying in the abroad for the past few years. I thought it was time to come home.”Zen nodded slowly, studying her expression. “Interesting timing.”Daven noticed the subtle tension and quickly stepped in. “Why don’t you stay a bit longer, Tom? It’s the least we can do after your visit.”“I appreciate the offer, but I have other matters to attend to,” Zen said, glancing at his watch. “Perhaps another time.”“Of course,” Daven replied.
Zen carried the tray of coffee and tea towards the group of businessmen. As he moved, he purposely missed his step. The tray wobbled, and coffee sloshed over the edge, spilling onto the polished floor.A sharp exhale echoed from the tall businessman with the authoritative presence. “Are you serious?” he snapped, his irritation barely contained. “This is a high-stakes meeting, and you’ve just ruined it.”Zen faked a face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m really sorry about that,” he stammered, quickly setting the tray down and reaching for a napkin. “I’ll clean this up immediately.”The businessman, his patience wearing thin, stormed towards Zen, pushing him with a forceful shove. “You’re clearly not capable of handling this. Get out.”Zen stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the table. The sharp movement caused several papers to scatter, and a tense silence fell over the room. A wide grin stretched on his lips, his voice steady. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”Wil
Zen's realization hit him hard. He turned back to the distressed woman. “It looks like your son was transferred to the traditional medicine department, but they weren’t informed properly. There was a breakdown in communication.”The woman’s frustration boiled over. “How could this happen? I was assured he’d be taken care of. Now it seems like no one even knows he’s here!”Tasha stepped in, trying to mediate. “If the transfer was made, the traditional medicine department wasn’t notified. We’re working on fixing this.”The woman’s face flushed with anger. “This is outrageous! I demand to speak to the head of the hospital immediately!”Zen glanced over to see Sonia standing behind the woman, leaning casually against the doorframe, a grin on her face.Zen walked over to Sonia, his frustration evident. “Sonia, why are you standing there grinning? This is a serious issue. Why are you finding this amusing? Don’t tell me this is your doing?”Sonia straightened, her smile fading. “Hey, I might
The commotion in the traditional medicine department had reached a fever pitch. A crowd had gathered, many civilians recording the scene on their phones. The hum of chatter and the flash of cameras filled the air.Tasha, looking increasingly worried, tried to manage the crowd. “Please, everyone, this is a private matter. We need to maintain order!”Tasha’s face was pale with worry. “This is going to tarnish the hospital’s reputation. We’re finished. Only God can help us now.”Zen gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.”With that, Zen walked over to a private shelf in the back of the department. He opened a cupboard and retrieved a small kit with various vials and ingredients. The crowd’s attention shifted momentarily as Zen began his process, though they still recorded every move.Zen set up his workspace, carefully mixing ingredients. His movements were swift, blending powders and liquids with precision. The crowd watched intently, their phones capturing every d
As Zen stepped out,“That was incredible,” Tasha’s friend said, shaking her head in disbelief. “We’ve gone from a crisis to the spotlight. This could get out of control.”Zen, maintaining his calm demeanor, responded, “Show’s over everyone, it’s time to get back to work.”Suddenly, the hospital’s lobby TV flickered on with breaking news. The anchor’s voice was upbeat as she reported, “Breaking news: A new cosmetic product unveiled at Patel Bass’ Hospital by the new rumored miracle doctor and this is making waves. This product is reportedly the first instant acne and pimple remover, showing results almost immediately. It has already garnered 34 million views and 8 million likes across all social media platforms in just minutes!”___In a high-rise living building elsewhere in the city, a female voice asked, “Who is this Miracle Doctor they keep talking about?”A male voice answered, “That’s the new Miracle Doctor that saved Cyrus’ life at his event. I didn’t realize he was with Patel’s
The next morning, the city buzzed with the latest sensation: an instant cosmetic product that seemed to erase pimples almost magically. As Zen drove into the hospital parking lot. He parked his car and was greeted by a man in a sharp black suit.“Mr. Diel,” the man began, his tone was formal and businesslike. “I represent an organization that has been expanding its influence in various cities. We’re interested in acquiring a stake in your product. We’re willing to offer 25 billion dollars for 45% of the product’s rights. Our team will handle all production and distribution. All you need to do is provide the recipe and preparation details.”Zen looked at the man for a while. “25 billion, huh? And you think I should just hand over the recipe like that?”The man remained calm, his face a mask of professionalism. “It’s a very generous offer, Mr. Diel. This could be a significant opportunity for you.”Zen shook his head, clearly unimpressed. “I’m not interested. Tell your organization to f