That night, Barasa was on rampage.He'd been inside the Hall 24hrs, flying the 4k camera drone in the air like his life was on the line, but he caught no face like Isadora.The men who went in search of Isadora also returned empty. Bad news for Barasa."You all are mad!! You're all pathetic scum!!" He boiled, his voice resonating the roof with anger.His men tensed. Tanker, his right hand man had never seen him Boss looking so disoriented and vexed. Barasa had practically going berserk! Not for a failed deal. Not for a ruined transaction or drug import . It was for a woman who'd made his heart restless. Her image carved deep into his soul like a mural. "Damn!!" Barasa swung the drone controller across the room with a loud crack. He stepped closer to the wall, the damaged controller crunching under his boot. He ran his finger over his head like he was going really insane, his breathing ragged and shallow. Tanker walked to him quietly, almost cautiously. He'd worked with Barasa for a

"That's the problem with you, Kane. You think you matter, Huh? You're still a nobody. What's changed about you is absolutely suit. Rag to facade! Don't think you're glorious because you're shining now." He hissed, his voice laced with condescension. The Teller hall buzzed, patrons laughing their lungs out like it was all entertainment, phone hanging mid-air like weapons to spread claudron on the medias and drive fans.Kane didn't shout. He just stood with an eerie calmness, hands jammed in his pants pocket like a man holding down a gun.Vince's eyes carried annoyance that can breaks iron. "Securities!" He barked, his voice tearing across like thunder.Boots crunched the marble, the crowd parting like water as two Securities scrambled to the scene, Baton clutched for destruction."Search him!" Vince finger snapped at Kane. "You're all dead if you dare take a step." Kane's voice came dangerously low, sword piercing through storm. Enough of the circus! It was time to show his crimson s

Each step they took, Carried them towards the conference hall of imperial Bank. Richard Globulex was the lead, while Kane and Badmus trailed behind him as the delegates of Globulex Bank, unknown to him that Kane had long been fired.“Excuse me, Sir. I'd like to receive a call.” Kane said and Richard paused, nodding at him to go ahead. Badmus's gaze burns on Kane like a laser beam before he followed Richard.Kane smiled curtly and walked away, stepping into a corner where he fished out his phone and pulled a call across to James.The phone pressed on his ear. “I want you to represent me at the meeting, James. Cook up something believable. Be here in the next 5 minutes." He instructed directly and dipped the phone back into his pocket, walking out.Inside of the imperial conference hall was illuminated, cooling air system humming with with a gentle rhythm that makes the air serene. A long rectangular laminate table spread at the centre, catching the roof light with a subtle sheen. Seat

Yawnnnnn! Isadora stretched awake on her bed, her arms shooting in the air and chest puffing out as she let out a yawn. She sat on the bed and looked around the room for Kane but he was nowhere around. For some minutes, she sat still on the bed, surrounded by the silence. A bright smile exploded over her face as she recalled what happened between her and Kane. Her cheek burned, flushing red. She chuckled in amusement and clapped her palm over her face. “God! Dora, I can't believe what you almost did!" She chuckled again, talking to herself. She dropped her palm, staring into that emptiness, cheeks flushing, her smile still unwavering as she recalled every touch that night and the sensation that it stirred...the fire that burned inside her chest. The look in Kane's eyes when she stared into her eyes was passionate. Too passionate. Isadora let out a laugh. “Hold on...” She faked a serious expression. “...Is he in love with me?! Jezz! Could be?" She smirked in amusement, her finger

All heads turned in the direction of the smooth voice. Cassandra's eyes narrowed on the man who walked in casually like it was his authority that gathered all of them round the table. The moment recognition flickered in her eyes, her eyes widened slightly, surprise and disbelief flashing."Carl," She mumbled, her voice barely above whispers, a cocktail of astonishment and disbelief. A light smile cut through her shocking expression as a strange feeling of relief and excitement pulsed through her on seeing Carl.Carl Clad a plain ash shirt. No designs. No style. Just subtle wear. Plain Black slacks, and a comfortable loafers, thudding faintly as he walked inside calmly.Pa. Winston's eyes narrowed for recognition and curiosity. "Who are you?" He echoed.Carl stopped and gave Cassandra a light smile before turning to Pa. Winston. "Good day, grandpa. I'm your son-in-law, Sir." He toned boldly and respectfully. "I'm Cassandra's fiance." Murmuring buzzed in the air."Son-in-law law?!" S