“Taxi, Taxi” Abel Scott waved. An old blue cab slowed to a stop. The driver rolled the window down“Where are you headed, sir?”“Take me to the Auburn apartments,” He said quietly, sliding into the back of the car. His chest was heavy, the vibe corporation building, the cold receptionist, the mocking laughter in the interview room, the smirk on Lisa’s face as she said “Well, well, look who crawled out”It all clogged his mind like a spider web that cannot be shaken off. He shut the taxi door muffling the noise of the city. For a moment, there was tranquility and a faint smell of gasoline. He leaned his head against the glass, staring blankly at the buildings rushing by. The voice in his head was louder than the horns outside. “Well, well, look who crawled out of the shadows” The words Lisa Lawrence struck deep pain into his heart.“What was Lisa doing on the interview panel?” “The vandels have not even purchased the company yet.”“She has the effrontery to show her face again aft

A black sedan rolled up in front of the apartment with two vehicles trailing it.“Good morning Abel” Sarah said, placing her lips on his cheeks.”Good morning mum, Good morning da,” she said, moving quickly to the door. A calm demeanor envelops her like armour. The driver stepped out of the sedan quickly. “Good morning, Madam Sarah.” He said, bowing slightly. She smiled faintly at the bodyguards and staff, masking the commotion inside her head.“Good morning, everyone,” Sarah said, slipping into the back seat. As the car sped past the high-rise buildings of the city to Ashton hills, she stared out the window, squeezing her phone. “I did not just see him, I humiliated him. You should see the shock on his face.” Lisa's words scraped through her mind, causing her to bite her lips. She turned her gaze from the window to the road in front of her. “Divorce him!!” Elena's voice rang through her head. “You are going forward, don't let this deadweight you call husband drag you down wi

The heavy oak door of the nondescript cafe pushed open, faintly jingling the bell above. The scent of roasted coffee beans filled the air, mingling with the damp air of the morning rain.“You are late Mr Jackson,” Abel Scott said, his voice low but firm, sipping the steaming hot cup of espresso before him. “I trust you have read the paper?” Mr Jackson muttered, sliding into the seat opposite him, his grey suit immaculate, he adjusted his cufflinks.Abel's eyes flickered to the folded paper from the cemetery lying tightly on cafe table.He picked it up, unfolding it with deliberate care. His fingers slightly shaking as he smoothened the paper. He slid the paper to Mr Jackson.“Look!” Abel said pointing at a picture of a coin.“This looks like a map.” Mr Jackson said, carefully studying the paper. “Read what it say below the coin.” Abel Scott requested.“The coin is the key to the Scott family gold reserves. It lies where their heart rests.” Mr Jackson said, reading the scrawled word

“Who's there?” the first man barked again. His voice echoed through the silent hallway. Abel Scott pushed the mop aside and slipped into a nearby supply closet gently shutting the door. He held his breath but the scent of bleach and damp rag filled his lungs. Through the narrow slit in the door he saw the shadows of the men searching for any sign of an intruder“Did you hear that?” the man with the Vandel insignia barked, his shoe scraping the marble floor. “There is someone else here.”“It is probably the janitor.” The second man said, his voice dripping with irritation. “Let's check the other office and get out of here. Lord Ammon Vandel is waiting for our report on the grave.”One of the men stopped in front of the supply closet. Abel Scott’s breath caught. His heartbeat thundering in his ears. After trudging through many office doors in the hallway, the men retreated. “What a sheer waste of time.” one of the men muttered as they walked into the elevator. “My God!” Abel Scott