***Victor and Claudia were sitting opposite each other in his living room. She placed a black briefcase on the table in front of him.“Show me the devices,” Victor said with an eager look in his eyes.Claudia opened the briefcase slowly, revealing the devices inside. There was a small device that looked like a cellphone with a 6-foot screen, a tiny device on the other side that looked like a grain of rice, and a device that looked like a remote control.Victor could tell that the small device that looked like a grain of rice was the tracking device, and the cellphone was the device that he would be using to track the location of the tracking device, but he was not sure what the last device was. But he assumed that it could be the device that would unlock Frankman’s laptop regardless of the password on it, because he had also asked her to get him that device. He knew if Frankman was to be outside his office, that meant he would close his computer, so he needed a way to unlock his comp
He had already checked the office and saw that there were no security cameras and that there was no way for him to know that he had come into his office.He opened the laptop on the desk as he dropped the cellphone device on the desk next to the laptop. He wanted to be monitoring Frankman’s movement to know when he would be coming back into his office. As he turned on the laptop, there was a passcode on it. As he placed the remote-looking device and pushed a button on it, a few seconds later, the laptop was unlocked. Victor started searching through it to see if there were any records of him buying used cars, rebranding them, and selling them as new ones in the company.He searched for key words multiple times until he came across a Microsoft spreadsheet that had names of used cars on it, with the amount he bought them for listed at the side and the rebranded amount listed below. His mouth opened wide. “I can’t believe this; this devil even keeps records of the used cars that he buys
***The spacious hall echoed with the low murmur of voices as the employees of Frankman Motors gathered for the monthly meeting. The air buzzed with anticipation, and the atmosphere crackled with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Frankman stood at the front, a glint of enthusiasm in his eyes, as he prepared to acknowledge the efforts of the top-performing employees in the sales department."Good afternoon, everyone!" Frankman's voice boomed through the hall, commanding attention. The room hushed, and all eyes turned to him. Frankman's presence was magnetic, his tall frame exuding confidence and authority."We've had an incredible month, and it's time to recognize the individuals who have gone above and beyond in making the sales department thrive," Frankman declared, his gaze sweeping across the room. The employees leaned forward, eager to hear their names called out. Victor knew that he was the first to make the highest sales, and he wanted to know if he was going to be employee of
[Mission 3 completed][Career simulator level: 1][Body: 35 (strong)][Mind: 70 (good)][You have been rewarded with $5,000,000; it has been sent to your bank, and you have the choice to invest an additional $2,000,000 in any car company shares that you wish, but you will have to let the system know about the company shares you want to invest in first, and then you can go ahead and get it done.][Achievements: Beginner’s Medal][You have approximately 3 months before the system issues its next mission.] After that, the system’s white screen vanished. Victor was very happy that he was able to pass the mission as his cellphone beeped in his pocket. He took it out and saw that he had been credited with $5,000,000 to his Wells Fargo account.Victor could only think about quitting the job now that he had passed the mission and gotten his reward, but he didn’t know how to go about it.***Later in the night,Victor and Spencer were sitting in front of each other in the living room. "Congrat
***Two weeks later,The air at Frankman Motors was filled with tension as Victor approached Mr. Frankman's office with a sealed envelope in his hand. The polished floors reflected the fluorescent lights above, and the hum of the office machinery seemed to fade into the background as Victor knocked on the office door. He had written his resignation letter."Come in," Mr. Frankman's deep voice echoed from within the office. Victor took a deep breath and entered, finding Mr. Frankman engrossed in a pile of paperwork."Good afternoon, Mr. Frankman," Victor greeted, his voice steady but his heart racing. He extended the envelope toward Frankman, who looked up with a quizzical expression."What's this, Victor?" Mr. Frankman asked, taking the envelope and eyeing it suspiciously."It's my resignation letter, sir," Victor replied, his eyes locking with Mr. Frankman's. The room seemed to grow warmer, the tension escalating as the words hung in the air. He didn’t know what to expect next.Mr. F
and informing him about everything. He took out his phone as he sat at the edge of his bed.“Hey, it’s so good to hear from you. What do you have for me?” Santos knew that Victor was calling regarding Frankman, as that was the only thing that connected them together.“I just resigned from Frankman’s company, so I would like for us to meet up soon. I want to hand over the evidence to you so that you can carry on from there,” Victor responded.“That’s good to hear. When would you like to meet up?”“How about tomorrow? Come over to my house in the morning,” Victor wanted to be able to have a close discussion with him about everything and give him the evidence.“Sounds great; I will call you once I get there."“Cool, goodnight." Victor ended the call as he dropped the phone at the bedside stand.‘That’s great; Frankman is going to pay for all the illegal doings that he has been doing over the years. I hope Santos comes early'. Victor thought.***The morning sun spilled through the sheer
***Two days have passed since Victor handed over the evidence to Santos. Victor was in the living room watching the news when he saw Mr. Frankman’s face on the screen.Breaking news flashed across the TV screen, showing FBI agents surrounding Frankman Motor Company. The news reporter’s voice was filled with anticipation. “You all got it here first. Wealthy businessman Mr. Frankman, the owner of Frankman Motor Company, has just been convicted for illegal dealings in cars. It is said that he buys old cars, rebrands them, and sells them for the price of the new ones. The FBI has refused to give further information concerning their investigation that led to the arrest, but they have closed the entire dealership till further notice,” the female reporter explained, standing in front of the company.Victor’s eyes widened as the allegations were finally brought to light. He was happy to see the news and realise that they took some time before going to arrest Frankman.“I am glad that scum ha
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
“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