The new safe house was more cold than the last….it’s sleek, glass walled penthouse with a great view of the city’s busy street. Mike stood by the high windows, his reflection was a ghostly shadow against the dimly lit chandeliers. His fingers drummed repeatedly against the glass as he sighed restlessly.They tried to kill me. The thought burned in his heart like flame. And now, it is my turn.Behind him, Carter stood bent over a laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he pulled up files from the encrypted USB. Mr Austin paced restlessly nearby, his phone pressed firmly to his ear, barking orders continuously to the security teams. Mr Anderson stood silently by the door, his arms crossed and his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel.“Got it,” Carter announced happily as he pushed his glasses up his nose. “Stewart’s offshore accounts, shell companies and…oh….the kickbacks from Bio-tech’s ‘accidental’ drug trail failures. The man’s been lining his pockets while patients dies.

The static screen appeared suddenly in Mike’s vision, it’s glowing letters almost burning, searing into his mind like a band that can’t be taken off…[Level 6][Task: Acquire the Lawson Skyscraper…][Status: Ongoing…][Reward: 600 coins..][Coins: 900][Note: Coins must be withdrawn before commencement of new task.]900 coins.900 million dollars.That is a fortune that could reshape empires. And now, the system demanded more—the Lawson skyscraper.Mike exhaled sharply as his fingers tightened around the tablet. The game wasn’t over. It was escalating. And he has to be on top of the game or everything he has worked for will be reduced to shit.He snatched his phone and dialed Mr Austin’s number before the screen could fade.“Lawson Skyscraper,” Mike said the moment the line connected, his voice low and deliberate, so as not startle the old man or make him uncomfortable. “What do you know about it?”A pause. Then Mr Austin replied cautiously, “it’s up for bid. Why?”“I want it.”A

The morning sun seeped through the high windows of Mike’s office, casting long shadows over the polished mahogany desk. He leaned back in his chair, fingers crossed, watching the busy city roared beneath him—his city, or at least, it would be soon….very soon.Then, suddenly the door burst wide open.Carter, his assistant, his usual calm face replaced with urgency, strode in with a tablet in his tight fisted grip. His tie was slightly askew and it was a rare crack in his normally composed composure.“Sir,” Carter said, his voice tight. “Cole’s out on bail.”Mike didn’t blink. He simply smirked and swirled the amber liquid in his glass, then he muttered. “Expected.”The system screen appeared suddenly in his vision, it’s neon letters burning into his retinas…[Task: Acquire the Lawson Skyscraper….Progress: 60%][Warning: Opposition Mobilization.][Sub - Task: Neutralize Stewart’s Financial Sabotage.]Carter hesitated for a minute, then added, “Simeon and Lillian were photographed leav

Lawson Holdings — Gregory Lawson’s Office.The elevator doors slid open with silent ding, revealing Lillian Stewart in all her calculated glory.Her navy- blue dress clung to her like a second skin, the slit riding high enough to draw the eye but modest enough to feign innocence. Like it was unplanned. Her ice-blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder, and her lips—painted a deep, dangerous red—curved into a smile as she stepped onto the plush carpet of Gregory Lawson’s private office floor.The receptionist’s eyes widened. “Miss Stewart?”“I have an appointment,” Lillian lied smoothly, adjusting the strap of her purse.The lady hesitated, then she said slowly, “Mr Lawson didn’t mention—”“Oh, it is a personal matter.” Lillian’s voice dripped with sweetness. “He will want to see me.”Before the receptionist could protest, Lillian strode past, her stilettos sinking into the carpet with predatory grace.Gregory Lawson’s office door was a slab of polished mahogany, his name etched in gold.

Bio-Tech Headquarters —Mr Stewart’s Office.The air in Mr Stewart’s office was thick enough to choke on. It smelled of expensive whisky and failure. News of the Lawson - Austra merger played on the large screen TV, where the financial analysts voices slick with praises for Mike Robinson’s “strategic masterstroke.” Each word was a needle driving deeper under Mr Stewart’s skin.He stood with his back to the room, staring out at the city skyline…a skyline that now felt like it belonged to someone else. His knuckles were white as he gripped his gold walking stick.“A merger,” he spat the word out like it was poison. “They didn’t just sell him the tower. They gave him the keys to the goddam kingdom and invited him to move in.”Behind him, Richard stood nearly invisible behind the bookcase, with as he stared blankly at the moving pictures on the screen. Simeon paced slowly near the desk, his mind visibly racing through the wreckage, calculating angles, looking for a foothold in the sinking