I didn’t even bother attempting to talk to Roslyn. I felt that it was totally unnecessary and there was no point doing it since she had my file anyway and probably knew everything about me.From the bones I’d broken over the years to the fights I’d had thrust upon me, she understood the punishments I had suffered, the scars I bore, the choices I had made. What more was there to say?Yet, she acted differently. Like she really wanted to know me outside what was written on paper. It was odd and unsettling.She kept staring at me when she thought I wasn’t looking, lingering just a second too long whenever she passed by. It was the clinical, detached interest I was used to from those looking to see if they could use me, it was something else. Something I hadn’t been prepared to handle.I ignored it. Still, I let her cook for me. Just once. Not because I loved her dishes but because that was the kind of situation I was in and I had no option than to play along.She swept through the tiny k

The alarm blared the fourth time. I thought I already snoozed. With a feeling of reassurance, I reluctantly pulled myself up from the bed, looking all cheesed up, ready for the meeting that was going to be a decider in the big decision I'm going to make. The thoughts of Mr Coker churned my stomach every single time I thought about it. I've been running away from him since God-knows-when. Everything that needs to be done will be done in a jiffy. “You're awake Jordan?” “Yes Mom” I answered quietly from my bed, still wondering what the day's schedule will be like, overly concerned with the schedule and taking care not to be found out by that son of the devil, Coker. “You've got to stand up this minute. Time's far spent and we've got to act very fast” my mom said, sticking her head through the half opening of the room door. “I know right. I'd join you in a jiffy” I said, trying very hard not to show my vulnerabilities. I've been overly scared, scared of what the future holds, scared

I trust Silvia to do just as I've told her to. All I was expecting at the moment was just results, results of the strings I was going to pull, something he'd never recover from. At some point, I felt selfish. I was literally putting Silvia's life on the line because I know he'd surely come for her after everything's going to be leaked. I should have tried another alternative. It just occurred to me. I gnashed my teeth in regret. I've been running for my own life and now I'd have to protect two souls at the same time, I grabbed my phone, “Silvia…yeah I know…as soon as you're done, grab a few stuffs and come over…I have spaces here…I know, but believe me when I say this, Coker will come for your head and he won't take chances, that's why I said you should come” I hung up the call almost immediately. I've said what needed to be said. Preparations for the primaries to determine who the flag bearer for the parties was almost underway. I'm sure Coker will be all smiles, with the mindset

The weight of my words had barely settled before the world caught fire.We couldn't even continue the interview because of how fast the clips circulated on news channels, social media posts multiplying like cells under a microscope. The video surged past fifty million views in hours, tearing through every platform like a storm with no intention of slowing down. "Jordan Langston exposes billionaire Coker in a shocking interview!""Explosive truth: Young heir accuses Coker of murder!""What really happened to Mr. Langston? The answer stuns the world!"Comments, opinions, speculations poured in. Some hailed me as brave, a warrior dragging hidden rot into the light. Others called me reckless, a kid playing with fire, a target painting himself in the brightest red.I sat in the dim glow of my phone screen, scrolling, skimming, watching my own words loop over and over. The sound of hurried footsteps pulled me from the trance. The door swung open. My mother stood there, her breath uneven,

Jordan's POVThe scent of fresh paint and polished wood filled the air as I stepped into the Langston Consortium’s main building. Truly it was fascinating how far we have come and I was so proud of myself.Months of silence had been replaced with ringing phones, busy days and nights, we had so many clients that we had to open a waiting list and that still got filled up.I walked through the hall, hands tucked into my pockets, watching the company my grandfather built come alive once more. It was mine now and I hoped he was proud of the slight changes I made.His death didn't go unpunished and I wouldn't let anything happen to this company no matter the cost.Near the entrance, an older man in a faded suit approached, his steps hesitant. His gaze held quiet hope. “Mr. Jordan, I’ve been with this company for thirty years. My loyalty has never wavered. I—”I lifted a hand, cutting him off gently. “The past stays in the past. It’s time for something new.” I uttered in a finite toneHis th