Jessica’s eyes stayed locked on the metallic device lying on the floor, and her heart began pounding with determination. She crouched low, carefully crawling across the shattered glass and debris, her movements were slow and deliberate to avoid drawing attention. Bullets continued to rip through the walls, but Jessica focused solely on her goal.Reaching the device, she quickly grabbed it, her fingers trembled slightly as she examined its switches and buttons. Her sharp mind, trained for situations like this, worked swiftly. She pressed a sequence of buttons, and suddenly, her ghostly legs began to solidify. In mere moments, her body fully regained its physical form. Jessica let out a quiet breath of relief, feeling the ground firmly beneath her feet once more.Before anyone else in the room could react, the front door burst open with a loud crash. Ahmed, the lead gunman, stormed in with his men, their weapons were drawn and ready. Their sharp eyes scanned the room until they lan

The gunmen tightened their grips on the rifles, struggling to pull the triggers, but it was useless.The triggers felt impossibly stiff, as though jammed by some invisible force. One of them growled in frustration, shaking his gun in disbelief.“What the hell is wrong with this thing?” one of the men hissed, his voice trembled with confusion.“I-I can’t pull it!” another stammered, sweat was breaking out on his forehead as he strained with all his might.Jessica’s voice cracked through the tension like a whip. “What is wrong with you idiots? Pull the damn triggers!”The gunmen exchanged panicked glances, their fingers still pressing desperately on the immovable triggers.Then, as if on cue, a strange sensation crept into their heads. It was a dull, pressing weight that grew heavier with every passing second.One of them groaned, clutching his temples. “Ugh…what’s happening to me?” he mumbled, staggering slightly.“Something’s…wrong…inside my head…” another whispered, his voice was sha

Marvin followed the intern’s directions as he walked down the long hallway that stretched ahead of him, it was a hallway that felt like a path to power.The walls around him were covered with pictures of the Zyphers' products. These were items that represented the future: luxury electronics, medicine, energy solutions, and high-tech gadgets for everyday life.Each image shouted success, which a reminder of just how much the Zyphers’ influence had spread across Neovalle.When Marvin turned the corner, the logistics wing came into sight. It looked like a busy marketplace, with workers in uniforms moving heavy crates and packages onto automated conveyor belts.The machines made humming noises as they quickly sorted and scanned everything. Forklifts zoomed across the floor, carrying pallets of goods, while supervisors shouted orders into their earpieces. The speed and efficiency were overwhelming, yet Marvin walked confidently into it.He took a moment to observe the scene, his eyes were

The chubby boss stared at Marvin, and his mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water. Finally, he managed to stammer, "You? Are you the…"Marvin leaned back in the CEO’s chair, with a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, sure I am. You got any problem with that?"The boss’s head shook slightly as if trying to wake himself from a bad dream. "But… but you were the delivery guy I saw at the docks some minutes ago!""And I’m still that delivery guy," Marvin said, smirking. "The only difference is, I’ve upgraded. And, as God would have it, I’ve been your boss for…" He glanced at his watch. "For the past twelve hours."The chubby boss’s face turned pale, beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. "This… this is not possible," he blurted out, with a shaky voice. "You cannot be the boss! This company is owned by the Zypher family! They wouldn’t just hand it over to someone… like you. The company’s doing better than ever! They wouldn’t make such a stupid decision!"With

The door to Marvin’s office creaked open, with the sound slicing through the quiet hum of the room. A shadow appeared in the doorway, and Marvin glanced up from his desk, his sharp eyes were narrowed. The man who entered moved slowly, his steps were uneven and his shoulders hunched.The man looked old—perhaps in his late sixties. His clothes were wrinkled, and his shirt was slightly stained, as though he had rushed out without caring to iron it. His gray hair was unkempt, sticking out in odd directions. He limped as he approached the desk, with one hand he gripped the back of a chair for support.Marvin straightened in his chair, his gaze was cool and assessing. “Can I help you?” he asked, his voice was calm but guarded.The man paused, breathing heavily, and then nodded. “Yes. I... I hope you can,” he said, his voice hoarse and weak. “My name is Edward Hargrove. I used to work here. I used to be the head of the human resources department.”Marvin’s brow lifted in surprise. He leane