Lena excused herself and quietly slipped into the bathroom, her heart pounding. She pulled out her phone and saw dozens of missed calls from Tommy. With a deep breath, she pressed the call button.Tommy answered immediately, his voice furious. "Lena! Where the heck have you been? I've been calling you non-stop!""I'm sorry, Tommy," Lena said, trying to stay calm. "I've been with Nathan. I couldn't pick up."Tommy's voice was still sharp, but he seemed to be calming down slightly. "This isn't a game, you idiot. I couldn’t give a rat’s tail what you are doing or who you are with. You pick up the dang phone when we call,"Bobby's voice came through the background, trying to soothe Tommy. "Tommy, take it easy and stop blowing a fuse. We need her in a straight mind for the plan."Tommy sent a death stare at Bobby, but his twin was used to it and completely ignored it. Tommy took a deep breath and continued, his voice more controlled. "You can finally put yourself to good use. It's time to

He laughed, his eyes twinkling. "Maybe I am. Is it working?"Trisha pretended to think about it, then nodded. "Yeah, maybe it is."Their laughter mingled, a brief respite from the heavy atmosphere. But Trisha's thoughts kept drifting back to Lena. She excused herself, slipping away from the table to get some air.As she walked down the hall, she heard Lena’s voice again, coming from a nearby room. She paused, her curiosity piqued. Lena was in the room with Nathan and Ronald."Everything's set for tomorrow," Lena was saying. "We just need to make sure no one gets hurt tomorrow, if Kim tries anything."Nathan responded, with a low and anxious tone. "What if something goes wrong?""It won't," Ronald snapped. "We have everything under control. Just stick to the plan."Trisha's heart pounded in her chest. What were they talking about? She edged closer, trying to hear more.Ronald continued, his voice cold. "By this time tomorrow, we should have enough evidence to prove Nathan’s innocence.

A few hours before the explosion; The black truck rumbled quietly a few blocks away from the polling station. Inside, the Becker men were tense, their faces illuminated by the dim overhead light. Serge stood at the front, a map of the polling station spread out before him."Alright, listen up," Serge said, his voice low but commanding. "We go in, plant the explosives, and get out quick. No mistakes."One of the men, Danny, raised his hand hesitantly. "Serge, what exactly are we carrying in these bags? They feel pretty heavy."Serge’s eyes narrowed. "You questioning Tommy and Bobby’s orders, Danny?"Danny swallowed hard. "No, I just--"you"Good," Serge cut him off. "Because if you do, you’ll face their wrath. You don’t want that, trust me."The truck fell silent, the tension palpable. Serge took a deep breath and checked his watch. "It’s time. Move out."At the polling station, Anderson stepped out of his car, a confident smirk on his face. Vittorio was already there, surrounded by sup

The ambiance in the Lucky estate was fraught, like a coiled spring about to snap. The typically joyful banquet hall had turned into a setting of heated disputes and strong emotions. The angered Board of directors surrounded the long table in a circle after two of their fellow members were violently killed.Max remained composed at the head of the table, holding onto a peaceful attitude even as chaos unfolded around him. Observing the room, he observed tightly clenched fists, narrowed eyes, and raised voices. The emergence of sorrow and rage was evident and needed to be addressed to avoid worsening.Rick, recognized for his explosive demeanor, furiously slammed his fist on the table. “We cannot just sit here! We need to avenge our falling Board of directors!”Antonio, a more level-headed Board of directors, shook his head. "And risk more lives? We need to plan this carefully. Charging in blindly will only get us killed.""Carefully?" Rick spat, his face red with fury. "They killed Vitt

People chatted and laughed in the lively atmosphere of New York City Hall's grand ballroom, with the pleasant sound of champagne glasses clinking in the luxurious space. The city's most prominent figures gathered to commemorate the beginning of the new mayor's term, a significant event arranged by the Becker twins. The interim Mayor was Bryan Benson a man who was in leagues with Becker’s family and as such the Lucky family knew the twins had gained a lot from the disaster that was the last election.Amid the shimmering crowd, Trisha glided with skillful elegance, her graceful gown cascading around her like a fluid stream. Yet, she kept watch over the room, looking for any trace of Serge, the hired killer of the Beckers.Max Lucky, looking impressive in his custom-made suit, stood next to the bar, holding a glass of bourbon. He stared intensely at Trisha as she came closer, a grin forming on his face."Hello beautiful," he called out, his voice smooth and warm. "You look stunning tonig