Novels by Precious Tutu

Jax turned around. Milo was standing behind him holding a box. "What did you just say?" "Your head, move it. You're blocking the way," Milo complained. Jax looked at the empty space beside him, and then Milo. "Are you blind?" He shot back. Milo paused and looked at the empty space. "Oh, my mistake," he said, scratching his cheeks. Jax shook his head and went on to fix the boxes. Milo placed his box next to him. "You really need to work on your personality." "And you on your face," Jax replied, taking one of the boxes to the top shelf. Milo took hold of his cheeks. "What's wrong with my face?" He asked. "Everything." Milo laughed as he continued hovering around Jax, "well, you're rude." "Then stop talking to me," Jax responded, unable to hide his annoyance. "I would, but you're the only person here who makes work entertaining," Milo answered without batting an eye. "Find a hobby." "Talking to you is my hobby." Jax sighed and picked up another box, he knew he w

As the years passed, Jax became familiar with the people living around him. He didn't talk much, and he had no reason to befriend anyone.There was an old woman who sold homemade food downstairs. Every morning, before sunrise, she would bring out a small wooden table and place several pots on top of it. Sometimes, Jax would see her halfway.Her knees were bad, so she usually sat on a rusty steel chair. One morning, she struggled to lift one of the pots."Adam," she called, Jax stopped turning slightly to look at the woman."Can you help me with this?" The woman pleaded.Jax looked at the pot, and then he looked at her. "No," he said flatly. The woman frowned, unable to hide her surprise. "No?""I have somewhere to be.""But you stopped," the woman pleaded.Jax looked at her. "Then I guess I'm wasting time," he said quickly before walking past her. The woman shook her head and continued.Jax didn't think about it again. At least, he told himself he didn't. The next morning, she was the

Jax's first job was painting. It happened about ten years ago, only a few weeks after he arrived in the district. With no money, connections, and nobody. Every friend he had called for help had turned him down, and when he tried to pay them a visit, he was turned back by the security guards.He had originally decided he wouldn't be doing manual labor as it was beneath his stature.Because of that, he had spent a few days barely eating anything. Stubborn to the core. But on monday the following week, he was standing outside a small construction site, watching workers carry bags of cement.Should I? Can I? He wondered as he stared quietly at the large building, one of them noticed him. “You looking for work?” A huge man asked.Jax turned.“Yes.”The man looked him up and down. “You know how to paint?”Jax hesitated, unsure of what to say, but then came clean. “No.”The man frowned. “Then what can you do?”Jax didn't know what to say. Back then, he had never needed to think about that

Draven looked at the file again. "Investigating us?"Sophia nodded. "Yes.""Who?""We don't know yet."Draven turned another page. "What exactly have they been investigating?""Several parts of Quill Empire. Financial records, international investments, shipping operations, and some of our older acquisitions."Draven's expression remained calm."How long?""Three weeks.""And you only found out this morning?""We suspected something was wrong before now, but we didn't have enough evidence to bring it to you."Draven closed the file."Do you know what they're looking for?""No."Sophia paused. "But whoever it is has access to information that shouldn't be available to outsiders," she added.Draven looked at her. "Then find out who they are."Sophia nodded."I already have people looking into it.""Good."Draven pushed the file toward her."Let's keep this quiet for now.""Understood."Sophia picked up the file. "Do you want the others to know?" she asked a bit curious."Not yet."Sophi

Ten years had passed since the fall of Haland Empire. Crestfall City had changed greatly during those ten years. The company that had once been nothing more than Draven's ambitious investment company had grown into Quill Empire. It had expanded into finance, technology, hospitality, shipping, and international trade. Its influence could be found throughout Crestfall City, and the name Quill had become associated with wealth, power, and success. At the center of it all stood the Quill Empire headquarters. Several towers stood together, connected by glass walkways. The Quill insignia stood at the top of the largest tower, visible across the city. A black car stopped in front of the entrance. Draven stepped out, and tall, fierce security guards followed from behind, and several executives were already entering the building. The moment they noticed him, their conversations stopped. "Good morning, sir." "Morning," Draven said with a stern expression, as he walked past them without sl

The news of Haland Empire’s bankruptcy spread through Crestfall before the court officials had even finished filing the final documents.For years, the name Haland had carried a weight that made people lower their voices whenever it was mentioned. It had stood at the center of some of the most powerful industries in Singapore, owned towers that dominated the city skyline, employed thousands of people, controlled companies that stretched across different sectors, and maintained relationships with influential figures who had once treated the empire as though it were untouchable.Now, that same name appeared across newspapers, television screens, financial reports, and online headlines beneath words such as bankruptcy fraud, government fund manipulation, and $10 billion fine.The empire had fallen.And it had fallen publicly.Inside one of Haland Empire’s remaining corporate offices, dozens of employees sat in silence while the official notice concerning the company’s bankruptcy was disp