As the days turned into weeks, Victor's strategy bore fruit. Many of the transferred clients not only decided to stay with the dealership but also expanded their investments, purchasing additional vehicles for their families and businesses. The word of mouth about Victor's exceptional service and the dealership's commitment to their customers began to spread, attracting new clients and boosting the dealership's reputation.Frankman watched with satisfaction as Victor's dedication and expertise not only retained Triston's clients but also expanded the dealership's customer base. It was a testament to the power of exceptional customer service, trust, and a well-executed sales and marketing strategy. The showroom bustled with activity, and the future of the dealership looked brighter than ever, all thanks to Victor's skillful management and commitment to Frankman's vision.Frankman called Victor into his office; he wanted to commend him for the good job he has been doing for the company.
Mark nodded, feigning surprise. "Wow, that's crazy. I had no idea he was involved in anything like that. What happened?"Victor leaned in, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "Well, you know how Triston always played fast and loose with the rules. Someone finally blew the whistle on him; Frankman fired him and called the authorities on him. The authorities came down hard, and he is going to be prosecuted soon and get a proper sentence."Mark raised an eyebrow, carefully observing Victor's reactions. He couldn't help but notice that Victor seemed a little too pleased to be discussing Triston's downfall."Thanks for the info," Mark said, masking his suspicions with a smile. "I might need some time to think about the car selections that you mentioned to me. I'll be in touch."As Mark walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Victor's reaction to Triston's predicament had set off alarm bells in Mark's mind. He marked Victor as his number one suspect in Tris
Mark stepped back; the room was filled with oppressive silence. The truth had been extracted, but the consequences of Victor's actions remained to be determined. He wanted Triston to make the decision about what he wanted to do to Victor. The darkness in the room seemed to deepen, mirroring the heaviness of the situation.***The following morning, Mark left the dimly lit room where Victor was still bound, his conscience heavy with the weight of the night's events. He had obtained the confession he needed from Victor, but now he faced an excruciating dilemma.He met up with Triston in the police interrogation room, where he had his phone in hand. They were sitting in front of each other, gazing at themselves in anticipation. Mark's face was etched with the torment of the previous night."Triston," Mark began, his voice low and conflicted, "I've got something to tell you, something you won't believe."Triston had no idea that Mark had kidnapped Victor the night before. Triston leaned i
"Hey, stop!" a police officer yelled, spotting Mark's desperate attempt to escape.Mark sprinted down the street, his breath ragged as he raced to elude capture. But the police were quick to react, as they kept pursuing him with determination. The chase took them through winding alleys and bustling streets, the sirens echoing through the urban landscape.Mark's lungs burned, and he felt the fatigue setting in, but he couldn't afford to slow down. His mind raced, wondering how he had ended up in this situation. He had no idea if they were after him, but he didn’t want to wait to find out. He had been trying to do the right thing, to bring Victor to justice for betraying Triston, but now it seemed the tables had turned.What the hell is going on? What have I gotten myself into? he thought as he kept running.As he turned a corner, Mark realized he was trapped. The police had closed in on him from all sides, and there was no escape. He slowed to a stop, his hands raised in surrender."I
***The following morning,At South Dakota’s police station, Mark and Detective Brian were sitting in front of each other in a dimly lit room that had no windows. Mark was in handcuffs and was still in his clothes from yesterday. He hasn’t been put in a cell yet.“So, I want you to tell me everything that happened; we got Victor’s statements, and we want you to give us yours; make sure you don’t lie,” Brian said with a focused look at Mark.I can’t believe I got caught. I shouldn’t have involved myself in this, but Triston is like a brother to me. I know he would have done the same for me, Mark thought. He started to regret leaving Victor at his apartment alone; if he had known, he would have just found a way to reach out to Triton at the station.“Before you start talking, make sure you know that if you lie, you only risk the chances of your case getting critical, so I suggest you be truthful if you want your case to not be so bad,” Brian advised. He knew that people like Mark would
They arrived in front of the cells where prisoners were temporarily held before being charged to court and getting their official sentence. Brian spoke into his walkie-talkie as they opened the cell door. He removed the handcuffs from Mark’s hands as he pushed Mark into the cell as Triston saw him.Triston’s eyes opened wide as he saw Mark. ‘What the hell! Did Mark get captured?’ Triston thought he had no idea that Mark had been captured, but seeing Mark, he wondered if Mark was caught for killing Victor but had no idea what was going on.“This is your new home until you are sent to trial!” Brian said, staring at Mark.“Triston! Come with me!” He yelled as he turned to look at Triston with his brows slightly pressed together. Triston wondered what Brian wanted with him as he approached him.Brian placed handcuffs on his hand. “You are coming with me to the interrogation room; you have a lot to answer for,” Brian said.‘Oh my gosh, did they somehow link me to Mark? Or did Mark involve
Triston was taken back into the cell as he saw Mark sitting on the floor at the end of the cell. He approached him with rage in his eyes. He grabbed Mark by his shirt as Mark stood up.“Why the hell did you confess to kidnapping Victor Garica?” He asked, leaving no room for evasion.“Why did I confess? Do you think I had a choice? They had all the evidence that I kidnapped him already!” Mark defended. He wondered why Triston was being aggressive with him.“Why did you have to be so careless? How did Victor end up escaping when you had him tied up?” Triston glared at him. He was fuming with the anger from the interrogation he just came back from.Mark removed Triston’s hands from his shirt aggressively. “Don’t you ever lay your hands on me like that, or else I will forget that you are my best friend,” Mark threatened. He didn’t like the way Triston was passing the blame onto him.“I don’t know how Victor escaped, but the thing is, he did and called the police; he gave a statement about
***Frankman was sitting across from Detective Brian in his office. Detective Brian wanted to know every detail concerning the case, including how Frankman got the information from Victor.Brian asked in a soft tone. “Tell me how you got the information from Victor Garcia." Frankman explained that Victor was the one who came into his office with a recording of Triston’s conversation, how he made about $20,000 from one illegal sale, and how Victor begged him not to reveal his identity as the person who reported it. Frankman told him that he speculated that since Triston did something like that under his nose, it must mean that Triston has been doing it for a while, as he gave Victor his word that he was going to keep his identity a secret as he did.Hearing the whole story, Brian wondered how Triston got the idea that Frankman didn’t find that information out himself and why he had to sort out who snitched on him on his own. “Why do you think Triston was curious to know who gave you th
“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