Lewis and Mr. Michael walked through the quieter part of the city, feeling doubtful. Mr. Thomas hadn't reached out to them since the last time they saw him. So they set out to meet with him. At least to know what went wrong.As they approached the older man sitting alone on the bench, they could see the deep lines of worry etched on his face. He was staring blankly into the distance, lost in his own thoughts and pain. "Excuse me, sir," Mr. Michael said gently, but the man didn't respond. He seemed completely absorbed in his worries.Lewis reached out and lightly touched the man's shoulder. "Sir, are you alright?" The man flinched slightly at the touch, his eyes slowly focusing on them. He looked at Mr. Michael and Lewis with a mix of confusion and sadness. As if he didn't recognize them. But when they looked closely, they found out it wasn't the same man they saw the other day."Who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling with exhaustion. Mr. Michael showed a kind smile. "My name is M
Peter stood at the entrance of the Stephenson Company, with his heart thumping with a mix of excitement and nerves. He didn't know what to expect. Even though he had been properly trained, he had this fear and nervousness in him. He knows that if something goes wrong, his daughter will be dead.Mr. Michael and Lewis had coached him thoroughly, and he felt ready for this moment. So, he brushed off the fear that was threatening to consume him, he took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and stepped inside the impressive complex.As he walked through the extravagant lobby, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the place. The glossy marble floors, the high glass walls, and the dapper, modern decor made it clear that this was a place of power and success. He swallowed hard, reminding himself why he was here and what was at stake.Peter stayed near the entrance, trying to look as casual as possible while keeping an eye out for Harvey. His patience was soon rewarded when a sleek bla
Mr. Michael and Lewis paced nervously around their small building, with their eyes constantly darting to the clock. It had been hours since Peter left for his meeting with Harvey, and they had yet to hear from him. They had tried calling his number repeatedly, but each time it went straight to voicemail. What could be happening? Fear gnawed at them as they considered the possibilities.“What if Harvey caught on to our plan?” Lewis muttered, his brow furrowed with worry. “What if Peter took the money and ran?” Mr. Michael shook his head, trying to remain calm. “Peter wouldn't do that. He needs the money for his wife’s surgery. And he knows that we know the wife’s location But what if something happened to him? What if Harvey’s people found out? And detained him?”They exchanged anxious glances, as their minds raced with worst-case possibilities. Hours passed with no word from Peter, and their fears grew more worried.They clung to hope, praying that everything had gone as planned. Just
Peter arrived at Mr. Michael and Lewis's apartment early the next morning, he was told to come back for adequate preparation.He was ready to continue his training. He knew that Harvey’s initial generosity was due to being in a hurry, but the next meeting would require him to be thoroughly convincing. They couldn’t afford any mistakes.“Alright, Peter,” Mr. Michael began, with a serious expression. “We have to make sure you’re prepared for anything Harvey might ask. This time, he’ll be more attentive and suspicious.”Peter nodded, with determination in his eyes. “I’m ready. Let’s start.”They began by revisiting the basic information, making sure that Peter could remember every detail they had discussed about Mr. Stephenson. They went over his personality, habits, and specific interactions that Peter needed to mention. “Remember, you worked closely with Mr. Stephenson,” Lewis instructed. “You were handling confidential errands, so Harvey needs to believe that you were trusted by his f
Peter woke up early, his mind was focused on what he needed to do. It was the day that Harvey had asked him to come. He was nervous but he tried to compose himself not to mess things up for them.Mr. Michael and Lewis had drilled him thoroughly, making sure he was prepared for any questions Harvey might ask. He knew the odds were high. He also needed the money for his daughter’s recovery. He was now happy that he didn't have to beg too much to get money to take care of his daughter.As he approached the Stephenson complex building, he took a deep breath, ready to put their plan into action. So, he walked inside, he didn't know where exactly he would go so he stood there, looking around.The receptionist at the front desk eyed him suspiciously as he stood there. "Can I help you?" she asked, in a brisk tone."Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Harvey Stephenson. He asked me to come by today," Peter said politely. "I'm sorry, but you can't see Mr. Stephenson without an appointment," she replied, h
Peter returned to Mr. Michael and Lewis' small, cramped apartment the next day. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by eager, expectant faces. They were still in the celebration mood.Still happy about the money they had received from Harvey. But Peter didn't want to do it anymore, he had suspected that things would go wrong if he tried to see Harvey.Peter knew they were waiting to coach himOn the next cause of action. As soon as he entered, Lewis walked up to him, without even welcoming him and began to question him."Hope you are prepared?" Lewis asked, with excitement in his voice. Peter smiled weakly, pulling out his hands for a handshake. But Lewis shoved it off."Remember what I said earlier? I'm not going back there," he said, putting his hands back in his pocket.Mr. Michael's eyes widened in disbelief as he gazed at Peter questionably. "You can't say that," he said, his voice sounding shocking.Peter, however, wasn't interested in whatever they were saying. "I don't think
Peter stood outside the great Stephenson company building, his nerves jangling inside him like a dozen loose coins. He took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders, and walked in. Today was the day he would ask Harvey for a job. He hadn't come for the sake of Mr. Micheal and Lewis but for his own sake. This was the best shot for him to get something better for himself. As he entered the lobby, he spotted Harvey walking toward the elevators. “Mr. Stephenson!” Peter called out respectfully. Harvey turned, and was a bit surprised to see him. “Peter, right?” he said, recognizing him from their previous meetings. “What brings you here today?” Peter tried to keep his voice steady. “I was hoping I could speak with you, sir. If you have a moment.” Harvey studied him for a second, then nodded. “Alright. Come with me to my office.” They walked together through the quiet halls of the company, employees nodding respectfully as Harvey passed. Peter couldn’t help but admire the sleek, modern
Prof. Jason sat at his desk, meticulously going through the information he had gathered about Peter. He had spent days tracking down every information about him but the recent and the past, making calls, and visiting places to get the complete picture. “Let’s see,” Jason muttered to himself, flipping through his notes. “Peter worked for a wealthy man in his earlier days. No names here, it's either Mr. Stephenson or someone else.” He wasn't getting something tangible but he continued to search, confirming Peter’s claim about his sick daughter. Indeed, there were medical records and hospital bills that confirmed she was undergoing treatment. Everything seemed to check out, and nothing particularly suspicious came up in his background. He was satisfied with his findings, so he arranged the information properly and headed to Harvey’s office. Harvey was on a call when Jason entered. He signaled for Jason to wait a moment. After wrapping up his conversation, he looked up expectantly.