Lucas and the others finally reached his house after the long drive. The road had been quiet, and though everyone was tense, Lucas had explained everything to them on the way, that made it easier because they already knew what to expect once they got inside.When the car stopped in front of the house, Lucas stepped out first. He stood there for a moment, just staring. The house looked almost the same as before, but to him it felt different now, like a safe place after all the chaos. The walls were a bit discolored, the roof a little worn, and the garden had grown wild with weeds. Yet, as he breathed in the familiar air, he felt a wave of relief. It was like a fresh breeze had washed over him.“This place…” Lucas said softly, smiling. “It feels good to be back.”Freya walked up beside him, her eyes shining. “I’m glad too,” she said warmly. “I’ve missed this. From now on, everything should stay positive for us. No more running and fear.”Lucas nodded, his smile widening. “You’re right

The plane sliced through the clouds, its engines humming loudly. Lucas sat stiffly by the window, his reflection pale against the glass. He wasn’t looking at the sky, he was staring into the storm inside his mind. Every mile carried him farther from home, yet closer to the dangerous plan he had chosen.Daniel leaned across the aisle, his voice urgent. “Lucas, I know we’ve gotten the evidence. But it’s not enough, because the president is still in power. He owns the courts, the press, the army. Even if we release it, he’ll bury it.” He sigh.“But that doesn’t mean we should travel to a foreign country, it’s dangerous.” Daniel added. Lucas turned, his jaw tight, he didn’t look like a man who could see reasons. “I know.” He said, then continued. “At home, he’s untouchable. But in here… it’s different.” Freya, her hands folded neatly in her lap, frowned. “Different how? What are you thinking?” Lucas’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Our president has always hated Gabriel Jacques,

Daniel leaned forward. “We could try meeting Gabriel’s advisor during a diplomatic meeting or even at a conference. Those kinds of events usually have less formality than a private office setting, and we might get close enough to speak with him.” Freya raised her brows, considering Daniel’s word. “That’s not a bad idea… but even then, it would still be difficult. Advisors don’t just stop to chat with strangers. They’re busy, and security is always tight.” Lucas nodded slowly, tapping his fingers against the table. “Exactly. Even if we’re in the same room, getting his attention won’t be easy. We’d need a reason, something that makes him see us as more than just outsiders.” Daniel sighed, sipping his coffee. “So the question isn’t just where we meet him, but how we convince him to listen once we do.” Freya leaned back, her thought visible in her eyes. “Which means we need more than just a plan to show up. We need a strategy that makes him take us seriously.” Lucas shrugged whi

Lucas finally found the words, though they came out slower than he intended. “I’m just a businessman like everyone else here. Nothing more.” He tried to keep his tone even, but there was a stiffness in his words that betrayed him.Henry leaned back slightly, studying him with amusement. “That’s not what I asked,” he said, voice low but firm. “I asked if you were trying to get my attention.”Lucas shook his head almost too quickly. “No. Absolutely not. Why would I?” His denial was blunt and defensive, he didn’t even want Henry to think of any possibility But Henry didn’t let it go. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “Then explain this to me,” he pressed. “If you weren’t, why were you so interested in the piece I chose? You could have bided for any other piece but you didn’t.”Lucas hesitated, his mouth opening and closing once before he settled on a reply. “It was… unusual, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything.” He retorted.Henry tilted his

Two days later, after much thought, Lucas finally decided to reach out to Henry. He sat at his desk, staring at the card Henry had given him. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if it was the right time. Then, with a deep breath, he picked up his phone and dialed the number.The line rang twice before someone answered. “Good afternoon,” a calm voice said. “This is Mr. Henry’s office. Who’s speaking, please?” Lucas cleared his throat nervously. “Uh… my name is Lucas Ross. I was given this number by Mr. Henry himself. I’d like to speak with him, if possible.” “One moment, please,” the aide replied politely. Lucas could hear faint shuffling in the background, followed by muffled voices. After a short pause, the aide returned. “Mr. Henry is available. I’ll hand the phone over to him now.” There was a click, then Henry’s familiar voice came through, warmly. “Lucas,” Henry said, sounding pleasantly surprised. “I wasn’t sure if you’d call. It’s good to hear from you.” Lucas s