"They might be arriving anytime soon!" he yells again as his secretary apologizes, not knowing his fault in the matter at hand."Fix up the files, ensure all documents are neatly covered, leave no loophole," Lucas's words settle on deaf ears as his secretary abandons the file on the desk.It was evening, and the sun's rays had shifted north, setting clouds over the sky. The night drew near like the day was speeding to its close.Ellen had finished her work for the day and set out for her mission. Her heart raced as she drove through the bustling streets of Chicago in search of the Gardener Inn. Her eyes turned right and left, glancing through the corners of the street.She couldn't imagine the weight of rejection and humiliation she'd received from Aurelia.The package sat in the passenger seat as she turned to it at intervals.In some minutes, she arrived at the inn. Her eyes scanned the grand facade and finishes that spoke of luxury and opulence. She slipped her fingers into the pack

It was getting late and Robson was still on the road, evening descended upon Sen. Valerie's Crescent, a sense of intrigue hung in the air like a thick fog. Romsey, with his trusted ally Robson by his side, approached the imposing steel gate, its sleek surface glinting in the dim light."The gate code, Boss," Robson's voice broke through the silence. "Flash the headlight five times," Romsey replied, his voice steady and calm. The compound seemed to come alive as everything was made of artificial intelligence robots, the guards were few compared to those at the Spear's mansion.Rob parking in the designated area, Romsey's eyes scanned the scene before him. The Visitor's car park resembled a showroom, with rows of luxurious vehicles standing like silent sentinels. The compound seemed to have the same German-made car, no doubt it was said that the Stout family was known for their BMW heritage. Different models and series of the same car filled the car parks, each looking more sophistic

Romsey was shocked. This wasn't what he expected, as she started to protest, her eyes widening "and where the hell is my daughter?" She screamed. All pleas from onlookers fell at deaf ears.Two minutes later Romsey found another way, looked down, what was her demand afterall? That he'll buy and replace the smashed car as well pay for her hospital bills" he was beyond that, but he needed to prove himself to her first."I apologise for all inconveniences, Ma" Romsey pleaded, his voice low, as the shop owner screamed from the other side."You'll have to fix up everything she has ruined here" Robson, bewildered by the shock of the moment, only stood in awe, his jaw dropped as words and whispers mixed in the air, all piercing through his ears. Romsey clears his throat "he was better off than this, only if his father had known but all the same, he wasn't going to call him into it""I'll bet you, ma, that this ain't a thing to yell and cause a scene" he turned to the woman who was still rai

The silence in the mansion was deceptive, a quiet that masked the brewing storm. The golden chandelier above the grand living room flickered slightly, as if mimicking the volatile tension that clung to the air. Mr. Spark paced the room like a caged lion, his sharp eyes darting toward the grand staircase where Romsey had disappeared earlier. His phone sat on the polished mahogany table, still vibrating from the heated conversation with Senator Stout. The words still echoed in his mind—betrayal, disgrace, withdrawal.He ran a hand over his graying beard, nostrils flaring as his mind replayed the events. His empire, built on carefully crafted alliances and unshakable influence, had just suffered a dent, all because of her.Felicia, his fingers clenched into a fist. He had told her before—know when to act, when to retreat. A woman in power should wield influence subtly, not like a reckless thug on the streets.Eleanor watched her father from the far end of the room, her piercing gaze asse