Triston's eyes widened in shock, and a flicker of satisfaction danced across his face. Frankman's arrest brought a mix of emotions: surprise, vindication, and a tinge of bitterness. Although he had no idea which illegal dealings Chris was talking about, he asked. “What illegal dealings? Was it pertaining to the sale of cars?” “Yes, the news said he buys used cars and sells them as new to his clients,” Chris answered."Is that so?" Mark interjected; his curiosity piqued.“Oh, my goodness!” Triston exclaimed.The inmate nodded. "Yeah, they say it's some serious stuff. It looks like Mr. High-and-Mighty Frankman wasn't as clean as he pretended to be."Triston's mind raced, thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of confusion and revelation. Memories of his own arrest and subsequent conviction for illegal car dealings and collaboration in a kidnapping flooded his mind. He remembered how Frankman detested him for the same crime and distanced himself from him, never offering support or assistance
***The following morning, at Garcia Flooring Professionals,Victor was sitting in front of Spencer, inside Spencer’s office. He had asked Spencer to make him the director of the company, as he didn’t want to come back fully to the company since he would be leaving for another mission.“Are you ready to resume as a director today?” Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow. He had asked Victor if he would like his own office, but Victor declined, saying that he wanted to be in the same office as Spencer.“Of course, I am fully ready; is the cubicle ready?”“Yes, the carpenter is bringing it in later today; for now, you can just sit in front of me or in my chair, whichever one you want,” Spencer answered as he stood up.“No need for you to get up; just sit back down and pass me your laptop,” Victor said bluntly. Spencer opened his laptop as he passed it over to Victor.Victor wanted to start his research for a car company that he would invest in, and getting Spencer’s opinion on that was very
"Oh, okay," Spencer mumbled as he offered to help Victor pick out a reputable car company. They both conducted research together and discussed various car companies until Victor settled on one called Grey Motors Company."They have promising stats and growth potential for the future. I think you should go with them," Spencer said with a smirk."You're right. I'll go with them; they seem promising," Victor replied, mentally instructing the system.'I would like to invest my $2,000,000 in Grey Motors Company,' Victor conveyed to the system.Suddenly, a white screen from the system appeared before him."Okay, wait a moment and let the system assist you in buying the shares," the system said, and a white ray of light began circling on the screen. After a few moments, it stopped."Shares purchased successfully. You will receive an email document of the shares from the company," the system announced.Hearing this, Victor smiled widely as the system's white screen vanished. Spencer realized
Frankman was weary of refuting the accusations against him. He knew there was enough evidence to incarcerate him, and he didn’t want to attempt to evade the allegations again.“I engaged in those illegal dealings due to the money involved. If it weren’t for those unlawful car sales, my company wouldn’t be where it is today. However, I should have ceased it long ago. The excitement of making vast sums of money easily kept me going. I couldn’t simply abandon such earnings, and greed consumed me over time.“But one thing I can assert without doubt: I don’t regret those illegal dealings,” Frankman stated boldly, his eyes intense.Santos's eyes widened; he sensed Frankman's seriousness and had recorded all their conversations.“Wow, you lack any compassion. It’s unbelievable that you made us dismiss your case all those years when you knew you were guilty of those illegal activities,” Santos said sternly, hitting his hand on the table, then glaring at Frankman.“We'll ensure you rot in jail
Three months later, Victor stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, knotting his tie as he prepared to head over to the office when the system’s white screen suddenly appeared before him.[System Notification: 4th Mission Generated][Mission 4: Your task is to work as a truck driver for a major company, which could range from a delivery company to a sales firm. Your objective is to make the highest number of deliveries within two months to successfully complete the mission.][Mission Time Limit: 6 months][Reward: $6,000,000 and the option to purchase any car of your choice with a sum of $500,000.][Disclaimer: Failure to attempt the mission will result in the cash reward earned from the last mission being retracted. However, attempting and failing the mission will reset you to mission 3, assigning you another career path. Further terms will be discussed as you progress.]Victor was utterly shocked. He would have never imagined the system would assign him such a missio
***The following morning,Victor was getting ready in front of his full-length mirror; he was wearing black joggers and a white T-shirt. He was heading out for his driving class; he applied to learn driving at one of the top driving schools in South Dakota; he was assigned a private tutor; and he was about to meet up with him at a local parking lot.He was nervous heading out for his first driving class; he never expected to learn driving this soon. He had thought it would have been a while before he would learn to drive, but the system issuing the mission out of nowhere fastened the whole process for him.Victor arrived at the local parking lot, where a white Toyota Venza was parked in front of him. The instructor had already told him that he was inside the car. As Victor knocked on the side window of the car, a middleman who was inside the driver’s seat opened the car door as Victor entered and sat next to him in the driver’s seat.“Nice to officially meet you; as you know, my name
“You are now connected,” the automated voice said.“Victor Garcia, it’s me, Frankman,” Frankman said on the other end with a sense of urgency in his voice.Victor was perplexed as to why Frankman wanted to talk to him, especially from inside the prison.“Hey Mr. Frankman, How are you doing?” He asked as a form of courtesy; he didn’t want to show that he was shocked by the call.“Not so good, Victor. I really need your help with something, but I can’t say it over the phone. I will need you to fill out a visitation form to come and see me at the prison; that’s the only way I could talk to you about what I want you to help me out with. Would you be able to find time to come and see me at the prison?” He hoped that Victor would want to help him out in his situation, even though Victor was not obligated to help him out.“What do you need my help with? Can you give me a hint of what it might be?” Victor asked curiously.“No, I can’t say it over the call; just come down to see me; we can dis
They arrived in Santos’s office as he told Victor to take off his shirt. “We need to put the wires around your body so that we can get clear audio of the entire conversation,” Santos said calmly.Victor took off his shirt as the two men standing with Santos dropped the briefcases that they were holding and started bringing out the wires and putting them around Victor. They were also FBI agents who worked in the IT department. After they were done setting the mics on Victor’s chest, they connected them through a wireless connection to Santos’s laptop and the headphones that were on top of Santos’s desk.Santos took a black card out of his pocket and handed it to Victor. “That’s the pass to the visitation; you have just 20 minutes to speak with Frankman. Let Frankman know that when you get there, then hear what he needs from you; we will be listening to the whole conversation. Don’t panic; don’t let him feel any form of suspicion from you. I know you might be afraid that he might suspec
“Yes, each time they take one student, they give me a total of $200,000; I know it’s bad, but I can’t reject the money, nor can I stop them from doing what they want."“Hmmm, then do you think you can give me details about the mafias and how we could get those students back?”“I don’t think it’s possible to get those students back; I don’t know what they do with them, but they take them far away to an unknown country, and that’s the end; there’s no more information on their whereabouts; as for the mafias, I have no details on them,” Johnson explained calmly.“Are you sure you are telling me the entire truth?”“Yes, I have nothing to lose at this point. I am sick and tired of everything they have going on. Hopefully you and your people can find a way to stop those mafias."“What of Kacy Turner? He is the most recent victim; don’t you think we can still get him back?” Santos knew that Kacy was one of the reasons why Victor brought the case to him.“No, Kacy is long gone; there’s no way
“Tell me, what is the case about? What happened exactly?” Santos said this with his hands clasped on the desk and his eyes focused on Victor.“The thing is, a student of mine went missing two days ago; his name is Kacy Turner, and we looked for him but couldn’t find him anywhere. The police are currently looking for him, but there's been no progress. I happened to overhear a conversation with the principal of the high school and found it suspicious, so I snuck into his office after school hours and hacked into his computer. I know it’s illegal to do that, but I just needed an answer."“I understand, but what did you find after you hacked into his computer?”“Everything is in this drive over here; you can have a look for yourself,” Victor handed the drive to him.Santos placed the drive on the laptop on his desk. He started going through the documents on the drive as his eyes opened wide. “What the hell!” He yelled.“What is it?” Victor wondered why he yelled like that.“There are a co
Victor’s cellphone started ringing loudly as he took it out and saw that Mrs. Turner was calling him. He answered the call. “Mr. Victor, I am calling to inform you that I and my husband have filed the missing person complaint at the police station."“That’s good to hear. Have the police started their search for him yet?”“Yes, they have sent out a couple of patrol cars to look for Kacy; hopefully they find him early before the day runs out."“Yeah, I hope so too; in case they find him, just inform me about it." Even though Victor feels the principal has something to do with Kacy's disappearance, he doesn’t want to draw any conclusions and wants to consider the possibilities that the police might be able to find him.“Okay, I will." After that, she ended the call.***Later in the night,The moon hung like a silver coin in the star-sprinkled sky, casting eerie shadows over Mitchell High School. Victor stood in the cover of darkness, a silhouette draped in a pitch-black hoodie and match
Victor's heart sank as he joined in the search; his mind was clouded with worry. What could have happened to Kacy? Was he in danger?As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the search continued. The community rallied, with volunteers arriving to aid in the search.But despite the collective effort, the outcome remained unchanged—Kacy was still missing.The evening sky turned dark, casting a somber atmosphere over the school. Victor stood with a heavy heart, his eyes scanning the faces around him, searching for a glimpse of hope amidst the worry.But still, Kacy was nowhere to be seen. Victor felt this was the best time to inform the parents about their son's mission. He had told the prison not to tell the parents about Kacy being missing yet, hoping that they would find him. Victor took out his phone as he called Mrs. Turner.“Hello Victor,”“Mrs. Turner, we can’t find Kacy anywhere in the school premises of the community; we have searched everywhere for him, but he’s nowhere to be found.
***As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the sky, Victor escorted Kacy Turner to his house for their first tutoring session. The gentle hum of the car engine filled the comfortable silence between them as they drove through the tranquil streets.Upon arriving, Victor welcomed Kacy into his home, leading him to a cozy study area prepared with textbooks, notebooks, and a whiteboard. The room exuded an air of quiet focus and a welcoming atmosphere, setting the stage for their mathematics lesson. Victor had planned to take him home from school for their first lesson with his parents. He offered Kacy food and drinks and wanted him to be comfortable before they began their first lesson."Alright, Kacy, today we'll be diving into quadratic equations," Victor announced, his tone encouraging as he prepared to impart his knowledge to his student.However, as Victor began explaining the concepts and solving equations, he noticed Kacy's furrowed brow and distant
Victor nodded, returning their smiles with one of his own. "I won't let you down. Let's work together to help Kacy succeed."With a shared sense of determination and hope, they parted ways, each carrying the weight of their commitment to Kacy's future. Victor knew that this opportunity wasn't just about teaching mathematics—it was about making a profound impact on Kacy's life and completing his mission in the process.***As the day drew to a close, Victor packed up his belongings in his office at Mitchell High School. The corridors echoed with the fading sounds of students' chatter and the bustling of the school day winding down. He locked the door behind him and made his way down the hallway toward the exit.As he walked past the public staff room, Victor caught snippets of conversation from within. Two teachers were engaged in discussion, their voices hushed but audible enough for Victor to overhear."Heard about those missing students from a few years ago? It's strange, isn't it?"
Victor paused, considering Kacy's words. He wanted to delve deeper into Kacy's struggles and offer the kind of support that would make a difference. However, before he could say more, the bell signaling the end of the break rang, interrupting their conversation."Kacy, I want you to know that I'm here to help," Victor said sincerely, hoping to instill a sense of encouragement in the young boy. "Let's set up a time to talk more about this. Together, we'll find a way to make mathematics more accessible for you, okay?"Kacy nodded, offering a hesitant smile before scurrying off to his next class.Victor watched him go, a sense of determination settling within him. He knew that understanding Kacy's difficulties in mathematics would take time, patience, and a personalized approach. He was committed to making a difference in Kacy's academic journey, ensuring that no student was left behind or discouraged by the challenges they faced, and also completing his mission in the process.***Victo
The interview commenced, and Victor articulated his pedagogical philosophy with unwavering conviction. He shared anecdotes from his journey, highlighting his dedication to fostering a supportive and engaging learning environment for students. His passion for mathematics shone through as he discussed innovative teaching methods and his commitment to instilling a love for the subject.The panel members listened attentively, nodding in acknowledgment of his expertise and enthusiasm. They posed questions, and Victor responded with confidence and poise, drawing from his experiences and visions for education.One of the panel members asked curiously. “But if I may ask, you are a millionaire, right?”“Yes,” Victor answered swiftly.“Then why exactly do you want to work a job where you will hardly make up to $200,000 a year?” They wanted to know what Victor’s intentions were, whether he was in it for the money or for something else, because it was clear that he was not in it for the money.“T
As Laura returned to her cell, a sense of relief washed over her. It was a small step, but a step toward redemption. She couldn't undo the damage she had caused, but she could choose a different path moving forward.As she sat alone in her cell, a newfound sense of liberation blossomed within her. For the first time in a long while, she felt unburdened, and the weight of her vendetta lifted from her shoulders. It was a step toward inner peace, a chance to break free from the cycle of revenge that had consumed her.In that quiet moment of introspection, Laura Solace found a glimmer of hope—a hope for a future unshackled from the chains of her own past decisions. It was a tentative beginning, but a beginning nonetheless, toward a life free from the destructive pursuit of vengeance. She also intends on quitting her con lifestyle and probably living an honest life once she’s done with her sentence.***Later in the afternoon, detective Morrison got Laura’s statement from the federal priso