Victor stated softly as he lowered his gaze. He knew he didn’t have to sugarcoat anything for Frankman; he knew Frankman would be hurt that he didn’t want to help him out, but he didn’t care; all he cared about was getting out of prison without coming back to see Frankman ever again.“I understand you; I know it’s tough; if you can’t help me with that, no problem; I just thought it was worth giving a shot; it would have been nice to get your help on it, but I am glad you were able to give me listening ears,” Frankman replied in a low tone. He sympathised with Victor, but he was almost certain that Victor would want to help him, especially after how well he had treated him at his company. But one part of him also knew that he was the one that snitched on Triston for illegal dealings and knew Victor was probably not happy with the fact that he was also convicted for the same charges that he had gotten Triston arrested for.‘I feel ashamed even asking Victor to help me out of my predicam
***Victor arrived inside Santos’s office; he was sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk with the FBI agent that drove him sitting on the seat next to him.Santos had his arms clasped in front of his desk. “I am sure you are just as shocked as I am, right?” Victor asked, raising an eyebrow.“The first favor he asked you for, I called that, but I am a bit surprised about the second favor he asked you for. Frankman sounds like he’s obsessed with finding out who gave us the evidence we used to lock him away,” Santos responded calmly.“He is obsessed; I could see it inside his eyes,” Victor muttered.“I am thinking of what we could do in this situation. Should I just tell Frankman that you are the one that helped us out, but he should try to do anything to you and that if he does that, we are going to get his sentence increased. What do you think about that idea?” Santos asked, raising an eyebrow.“No, we can’t do that; he might just take the risk. Frankman looks like he would
Shortly afterward, the doctor returned to the ward holding a stress monitor resembling an arm band. He approached Victor and affixed it around his arm."You need to consistently monitor your stress levels and blood pressure. If this monitor starts beeping uncontrollably, understand that you're about to pass out," the doctor explained calmly."It would be beneficial for you to take a minimum one-month break from any stressful activities. After that, you should recover and may not require the stress monitor," the doctor added."Thanks, doc, but I can't take a break," he replied.Later that night,Victor was discharged from the hospital and lay on his bed, with Spencer seated at the edge, observing him closely."Are you going to share what's bothering you? You seem incredibly stressed," Spencer inquired, raising an eyebrow.Victor hadn't divulged anything about his new situation with Frankman or the extra time he dedicated to his driving lessons."It's a lot to handle—from college to my
Victor started explaining to him that they want him to go into those old files in the security footages and take a record of the people that went into Frankman’s office when he was not around during working hours or just went close to the office door.“Hmmm, getting that information is not going to be an easy task, plus I have to work here, that’s going to take some time,” Scott said as he placed one hand under his chin.“You don’t have to worry about that; just name your price, any price. I am willing to pay; we just need you to give us that information,” Victor replied boldly. He knew telling him to name his price would make Scott very interested in helping them out.“Is that so? I should name any price?” Scott wanted to be sure that he heard right.“Yes, name it,” Victor answered bluntly.“Okay then,” Scott muttered as he continued stroking his chin. He knew that Victor was rich and could probably pay him any price that he asked for. “Pay me $10,000; that’s the only way I could sto
“I am glad to see you again,” Frankman said with a smirk.“Same here, sir; I brought you the thing you asked me to bring,” Victor replied with a smirk. He was speaking in code because he knew Frankman already knew the reason why he came to see him.Frankman leaned toward him a bit as he whispered. “I will pretend to fall; just pass me the paper under the table."Victor nodded in agreement. Suddenly, Frankman rolled to the other side of the table as he fell to the ground. Victor swiftly bent his head under the table as he placed the paper in Frankman’s hand.“Ahhh!” Frankman screamed as if he were in pain. He kept the paper in one of his pockets in the orange jumpsuit. The guard that brought him into the room came over to where he was and helped him get up from the ground.“What’s wrong with you, old man!” The guard yelled. Frankman sat back on the seat in front of Victor.“You have five more minutes, man; after that, I will take you back to your cell,” the guard said in a rumbling ton
“What in the world is this crap?" Frankman asked with a lot of anger in his voice as he raised up the paper showing them to Santos and Ace.“Oh, Frankman, you are going to sign that paper. From the look on your face, we could tell that we were right; you got that list to find out who sold you out and probably get that person killed. We are ten steps ahead of you. You are going to sign that paper whether you like it or not; it’s for the safety of our mole. If you sign the paper, you will serve your normal sentence and have a higher chance of getting your sentence reduced for good behavior.“But if you don’t want to sign the paper and something ends up happening to our mole, whether you are involved or not, we are going to get the judge to increase your sentence, because for us to even tell you the name of our mole, you already have motive to go after our mole; besides, this entire conversation is being recorded,” Ace explained calmly.Frankman’s eyes softened as he knew that there was
`***Two days later,Victor and Spencer were standing in front of each other in the living room. Victor was holding a traveling briefcase in one hand.“Are you sure all you need is inside that bag?” Spencer asked curiously.“Yeah, if I eventually need more clothes, I will go shopping in Miami,” Victor responded.“That’s good; make sure you bring souvenirs for me when you are coming back,” Spencer said with a smile as he hugged Victor.He knew he was going to miss Victor around the house, and for the fact that he was going to spend one month in Miami, that was a long time because he knew he would need Victor's guidance occasionally at the flooring agency.“I will bring back souvenirs; I got you." Victor smiled as he picked up his bag from the ground. He looked at his wristwatch and saw that it was about 6:13 a.m. His flight was at 7 a.m., and he knew he had to get to the airport on time.“Take care of yourself and the house, man. I need to get going; I can’t afford to miss the 7 a.m. f
“You had a concussion; how are you feeling now?”“Not fine; my head aches too much. How did I end up in this hospital? Who brought me here?” Victor was curious to know how he arrived at the hospital; the last thing he could remember was passing out close to an express road.“You were brought in by a man and his wife; they said they were passing by when they saw you lying down next to the road with blood coming out of the back of your head, and they rushed you down here,” she answered calmly.‘Woah, so I was brought to this hospital by a stranger. Did the driver intend for me to die next to that road, or what was his end game? Now he took my wallet, my bag, and my passport; everything is gone. I need to find a way to contact Spencer,’ he thought.“Can you give me a cellphone? I need to call someone, please,” Victor begged, staring at the nurse. He recalls leaving his phone in the car.
“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