For the past few days, Harvey hadn't been himself; he was always staring blankly at the wall. Hugo’s confession replayed in his mind over and over again. The betrayal really cut deep, but Harvey knew he couldn’t afford to let his emotions take over. He had a company to save and a criminal to bring down. Reporting Hugo to the authorities would have been the easy way out, but Harvey wanted more than just justice—he wanted revenge. He needed a plan, something that would not only expose Lewis Anderson and his plans but also put an end to his start-up for good.Jason entered the room, breaking Harvey’s thoughts. “Master Harvey, I just saw Hugo leave. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.”Harvey nodded, his expression grim. “He knows he’s on thin ice. But I’ve been thinking, Jason. We can use him. Hugo might be the key to bringing Lewis down once and for all.”Jason raised an eyebrow. “Use him? What do you mean?”Harvey leaned forward, relaxing his nervousness before talking. “Lewis still trus
The plan was set. Hugo had successfully convinced Lewis to oversee the illegal shipment of ammunition. Harvey and Jason knew it was only a matter of time before the authorities moved in. Every detail had been meticulously planned, every possible outcome considered. Now, they just had to wait for the final piece to fall into place.Harvey was tapping his fingers on the desk. He was anxious, but there was a sense of calm determination about him. He had worked tirelessly to protect his company from betrayal, and now he was on the verge of bringing the whole ordeal to an end. He glanced at Jason, who was sitting across from him, monitoring the situation closely.“Are you sure the authorities are ready?” Harvey asked, in a low but firm voice.Jason nodded. “They’re in position. As soon as Lewis makes the call to confirm the shipment, they’ll move in.”Harvey took a deep breath. “Good. And Hugo?”“He’s on standby. He’ll follow Lewis’s lead and make sure he doesn’t suspect anything until it’
Harvey lay on his bed, thinking about his plans. The final piece of the puzzle was about to fall into place. After weeks of planning and strategizing, the moment had arrived for Lewis Anderson to face the consequences of his greed and actions.Harvey’s phone was in his hand, the number of his contact with the authorities was ready to be dialed. The plan was simple—Hugo had arranged for Lewis to oversee the illegal deal, a shipment of high-grade ammunition entering the country. The shipment itself wasn’t real, but it was convincing enough to trap Lewis. Harvey’s job now was to alert the authorities and let them move in at the perfect moment.He took a deep sigh and picked up the phone, he was now ready. Harvey dialed the number he had been given and waited as it rang.A voice on the other end answered. “Detective Morales speaking.” He was known for handling crimes and not taking bribes.“Detective, it’s Harvey Stephenson,” Harvey said, his voice calm but confident. “I’ve got some infor
Mr. Michael sat on the edge of his worn-out sofa, his head in his hands. He had spent most of the day pacing back and forth in his small, grungy home, his mind was filled with worry. He had always tried to keep his distance from Harvey and his business dealings, knowing full well the consequences of crossing a man like Harvey. Michael had made a conscious choice to stay out of trouble, to protect his family, even if it meant living on the streets and scraping by with what little they had.But now, everything had changed. His son, Lewis, had gone against his warnings and gotten himself involved in something far more dangerous than Michael could have imagined. He had heard the rumors about Lewis’s involvement with Harvey’s project and the illegal activities that had followed. Now, Lewis was in deep trouble, and Michael was terrified that his son’s foolishness would bring disaster to their already struggling family.His heart ached as he thought about how hard things had become. Gracia h
Hugo had thought he was in the clear. He had played his part perfectly, setting up Lewis for the illegal ammunition deal, and may have gone free. Everything had gone according to Harvey’s plan, or so he thought. The police had arrested Lewis, and Hugo believed he would walk away with his freedom intact. But Hugo underestimated Harvey. He had no idea that Harvey had set him up from the very beginning.It all came crashing down when the police showed up at Hugo’s door early one morning. He was still in bed, with his eyes barely open, when he heard the loud, insistent knock, he was Startled, so he jumped up and threw on a robe, hurrying to the door with a squeezed brow wondering who it might be. As soon as he opened it, he found himself face-to-face with several stern-looking police officers.“Hugo Bennett?” one of them asked, in a firm and cold voice.“Yes, that’s me,” Hugo replied, as his heart began to pound. “What’s going on?”“You’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit illegal act
Meanwhile, Harvey was sitting in his office, calm and composed. He knew the police would come knocking soon. He had expected it. After all, Hugo would try to drag him down with him, just like a drowning man grabs onto anything to stay afloat. But Harvey was also prepared. He had erased every bit of evidence, every communication that could link him to the illegal deal. He had covered his tracks meticulously.When the police arrived at Harvey’s office later that day, he was ready. They asked him to come down to the station for questioning, and he agreed without hesitation. He knew that the best defense was to appear cooperative, and innocent.At the station, they led Harvey into a different interrogation room. The detectives from earlier sat across from him, their expressions were serious but slightly stumped.“Mr. Harvey, thank you for coming in,” the first detective said. “We just have a few questions about your involvement with Hugo Bennett and Lewis Anderson.”“Of course,” Harvey re
Mr. Michael Anderson sat on a battered old chair in the corner of his uncompleted building, staring blankly at the crumbling walls around him. The place felt more like a ruin than a home, it reminded him how far his life had fallen apart.The roof was unfinished, with sections covered only by tarps that flapped in the wind. The concrete floors were cold, and the walls were bare, just exposed brick and mortar. Outside, the sun was shining, but inside, it felt as if the darkness had already settled in.His wife sat sadly across from him on an old mattress, her face was swollen and tired. They hadn’t spoken much in days; there wasn’t much to say anymore. Every conversation seemed to lead back to the same painful topics. their son Lewis’s arrest and imprisonment, their financial situation, and the unbearable weight of guilt and regret that hung over them were overwhelming.Gracia was still in the psychiatric hospital. Her condition had worsened over the past few months. Michael knew they
Harvey understood that now was not the time to rest on his laurels. After successfully dealing with the threats that had nearly destroyed his company, he felt the need to shore up every weakness and vulnerability within the Stephenson Company.The recent and past betrayals had left him very cautious, and he was so eager to protect his business from any future sabotage. There could be no room for error; he would leave nothing to chance.Sitting in his office, Harvey made a list of what he would be looking into. First on the list was conducting a thorough assessment of all employees. He knew that trust was a fragile thing, easily broken and difficult to repair. While he believed most of his employees were loyal, he couldn't afford to take any risks again. Every employee would be investigated, starting with the newest hires, Lily and Peter.Harvey called his secretary, Carla, into his office. She was a sharp, efficient woman who had been with the company for years and was one of the few