A tall, masculine man in his early thirties, dressed in white garments that resembled those of the reverend's attendants, approached Harry and Pietro where they were seated."Good afternoon, how may the reverend help you?" he greeted with a smile."Something spiritual. I need to see him personally," Harry responded, not sparing the young man a glance, while Pietro observed as he left.They had been waiting for the last two hours to see Reverend Hale. However, there was a long line of people seeking spiritual advice and prayers.In a world where some logical matters often seek spiritual guidance, everyone stood in line to meet the same priest who had just endorsed someone seemingly unscrupulous as God's chosen candidate for the job."You came yesterday, didn't you?" One woman in the line asked another as she joined."Yeah, I did. My husband didn't eat my meal last night but requested to defile my body, and I refused. He said he would divorce me," she confidently replied, drawing Harry'
The cool evening breeze blew as Harry sat in the hotel lobby, engrossed with his phone. After turning it off, he returned to his table, taking a sip of his drink while his mind lingered on the day's ordeal.Reverend Hale's words about fighting for a lost cause lingered in his thoughts. He refused to accept it as a prophecy or a predestined fate. Believing that everyone held their destinies, Harry dismissed Hale's words.A beep from his phone snapped him out of his contemplation. Slowly picking up his phone, he checked the notification. Scrolling down, he read the headline of a video, "Reverend Hale Re-inducts Another Candidate as the Will of God."Curiosity piqued, Harry quickly clicked on the video. As it began to play, he swiftly headed towards the comment section in search of the core points discussed."Did he induct someone else? Who?" Harry thought as he scrolled through the comment section."I'm sure voting for Reverend Hale's candidate," one comment read. Harry rolled his eyes
After a few minutes, Harry sped into the church premises and parked his car before heading inside to find Reverend Hale.Upon entering, he noticed the absence of the previous long queue; it seemed the sessions for the day had ended.As he approached, one of the priest's assistants blocked his path. "He is done giving advice for today." He said."Tell him it's Harry; he personally asked me to come see him now," Harry lied, hoping the assistant would believe him. He wasn't prepared to disclose any information to someone who might not be trustworthy.The man nodded slowly, seemingly buying Harry's explanation, and allowed him to pass. Harry swiftly made his way into the priest's office.Once he reached Reverend Hale's office, Harry noticed the absence of the cassock, and a smirk of satisfaction curled up on his lips as he clutched the file in his hand, muttering under his breath, "Time for violation."Entering the office again, he swiftly settled into the chair, startling Reverend Hale,
In no time, Harry arrived at his hotel and hurried inside. Glancing at his watch, it was 6:43 PM, and he sighed in disappointment at how late the time had been,his whole day was about visiting Reverend Hale.He hasn't gone to either of the companies or anywhere he was supposed to.His business visits had been put on hold due to the focus on arranging everything for Fredrik. Harry slammed the car doors shut, locking them before heading towards the hotel entrance. Suddenly, a tall figure, about six feet,wide hairy chest and abs, Weighing by his height one would think he was in his early forties but it was half of that.He started walking towards him. Harry paused, stopping in his tracks as the figure approached.“Hey, Harry Lucaino,” the voice sounded cold, accompanied by a forced smile. Harry could easily discern the insincerity and anticipated an encounter.“How can I assist you? No need for the fake smile,” Harry responded, meeting the piercing gaze without flinching.“Do I need to?” H
The following day, Harry woke up early as usual. He hurriedly took a bath and dressed himself, realizing upon a glance at his watch that it was already 9:00 am—he had overslept.He threw on a simple Louis Vuitton T-shirt and shorts before making his way downstairs. Acknowledging greetings from his staff with a wave, he briskly exited, intending to stop by his company before visiting Iron Fist.Without delay, Harry hit the road in his Range Rover. He swiftly checked on his Fashion company, ensuring everything was running smoothly before departing to Mr. Damon's, now known as Luciano's, company."Good morning, sir!" Bruce greeted Harry, prompting other staff members to quickly follow suit, expressing their gratitude for the increased pay and allowances since Harry assumed control of the company.After a few minutes, Harry took his leave, realizing he was running late for the meeting with Iron Fist. With the upcoming elections and his anticipated busy schedule, punctuality was crucial.T
Harry hit the road, a satisfied smirk curling up his lips as he anticipated the upcoming clash between Iron Fist and Mr. Damon.After a few minutes, he veered towards the route heading to the hotel, accelerating. However, thoughts of Fredrik clouded his mind. With just two days until New Year's Eve, he hadn't even begun campaigning for the congressional office nor even picked it back up.The ring of his phone snapped him out of his reverie. He quickly picked up, putting it on loudspeaker as he continued driving."Hello," he greeted as soon as he answered."Hey, Tazio," Scarlet began. "Clara has done what you asked.""Oh, okay. Thanks," he replied, ending the call as he continued driving.A satisfied smile spread across his face, knowing he was about to corner Martin and his deceitful tactics.After a few minutes, he accelerated onto the streets leading to the hotel. Glancing out the window, his eyes suddenly caught sight of a newly opened mall. Impressed by its exterior, Harry couldn'
At the Archer's mansion, Mr. Damon sat with his family, each engrossed in different activities except Diane, who hadn't joined them."Where's Diane?" Mr. Damon asked, his eyes darting around once he saw James.James slowly raised his head from his phone. "She's in her room," he replied swiftly, bending back over to his phone."And when is she going to stop this behavior? She no longer converses with her family," Mr. Damon voiced his concern.Mrs. Freya rolled her eyes at her husband's comment. "Let her be. I guess she's still healing.""Healing?" he repeated with a scowl. "It's been almost a month since it happened. Everyone has moved on. Both on the internet and in real life.""It's better than being checked into rehab," she fired back, muttering.Mr. Damon's eyes drifted back to the ongoing news on the television while he tried to avoid his wife's gaze.The news announcer exclaimed, "It's really a surprise! Fredrik Bahm has just entered the congressional race at the last minute."Mr
Taking a seat in the front row, right beside Harry, Mr. Damon's mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts. He couldn't quite fathom why he was in church, especially after coercing Victor into this situation. The presence of the Reverend fueled his suspicions, but he pushed those unsettling thoughts aside, trying to focus on the ongoing praises and worship before the priest's arrival at the altar for the ceremony.Inside the opulent and solemn sanctuary of the grand church, embellished with stained glass and dancing candle flames, a congregation had assembled for what they believed was a regular service, unaware that it was to become the official induction of a congressional candidate.The tension in the room intensified as the praise and worship drew to a close, leaving everyone anticipating the arrival of the priest. With each passing second, Mr. Damon's heart pounded against his ribs, his stomach a whirlwind of nervous butterflies, eager to uncover Harry's motives.After a few tense min