Upon returning to the hotel, John escorted Oscar to his room before leaving immediately, ensuring that the incident from the last time wouldn't happen again. Oscar was alone, bored, with several documents to approve and sign, as well as a report from meetings to review.At some point, he asked himself, "Why do I even do this when I'm not the permanent CEO, oh Lady Natasha, when will..."His words trailed off as his mind flashed back to what he had done the previous day. While John was away, he had stepped out of the room and sat in the hotel's restaurant for nearly an hour, sipping from a glass of wine that had been given to him for free, something odd.As time went on, he caught a glimpse of the bodyguard he had encountered on his first day here, the one who had pushed him to the ground and would have beaten him up if John hadn't intervened. He noticed the direction he was headed and stood up immediately, pretending to take a stroll out of the restaurant, with his hand in his pocket

Oscar’s small life in his rented apartment turned into a war room, with Pam constantly on his case, pushing him against the wall with questions about when he would become someone relevant. It felt like a veil had been lifted from her eyes, and her resentment for Oscar only deepened as the day went on. She never seemed to stop comparing him to others, asking why he never celebrated her birthday like the wealthy men did and why he didn’t work hard enough to live up to a certain standard of life.She began to withdraw from him, both physically and emotionally, often leaving the house to stay with her parents for the weekend. Although this made Oscar uncomfortable, he chose to ignore it; she was his wife, and he couldn't help but love her as he always did. But things only got worse.Unbeknownst to him, Pam’s relationship with Oliver started to blossom. For weeks, she would stay with him, and Oscar was forced to believe she was with her parents. Before long, she became pregnant, and althou

As they descended the stairs, Oscar could barely recognise the man in the basement; his face was bruised, but it didn't entirely disfigure him. Carl looked up, surprised to see more than one person in the room, and most shockingly, a familiar face. As soon as his eyes met Oscar’s, he looked away. “This is him,” Oscar whispered to John. “Well, you have seen the man. I had to tie him up like this because— “He is dangerous, I know,” Oscar cut her off, finishing her sentence. He drew closer to Carl, his hand going under the man’s chin as he lifted his face so their eyes met again. “You were keeping an eye on me, weren't you? Who asked you to do that? “You know him?” Sarah asked, but John hushed her. “They are having a heart-to-heart,” he mused. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” Carl tried to deny it, but Oscar didn’t give him a chance. “I know that you know me

The Evermore Conglomerate.“Where are we?” Oscar inquired, his gaze fixed on John. He watched them drive into a vast complex, about the size of the largest amusement park in Southend. There wasn’t a single poster indicating their entry point, and he instinctively assumed it was a secret base for the Evermore.From behind, Kevin responded, “This is the Evermore Conglomerate Quarters, the only one in Southend… part of the company is under renovation, which is why you didn't see the signpost at the front. We paused after the death of the CEO but will resume soon.”Oscar nodded, his eyes returning to his side of the window. He marvelled at every feature he observed. The fields were well-mown, the flowers neatly trimmed, and the fountain at the centre of the parking lot sparkled under the sunlight. He shifted his gaze to the grand entrance after the car took a turn. It was a revolving door, and he saw a few people walking out, conversing with files in their han

Oscar stood frozen for a fraction of a second, his eyes glued to Kevin’s face as though the man had just spoken something otherworldly. Of all the people he expected to encounter today, Pam was the absolute last, and she hadn’t even crossed his mind until now.“My wife?” he asked, as though his ears were playing tricks on him. “Why does she want to see… oh.” Realization dawned on him, and the confusion vanished, replaced instantly by a sinister smile. “What do you think, Kevin? Should I go and say hi?”Kevin smiled. “I think you should, sir.”Back in the lobby, the receptionist got a call from Kevin. Their conversation lasted only a few seconds before she turned back to Pam and Oliver, who had not left the front of her desk the entire time.“The acting CEO will be with you shortly.”Oliver’s eyes widened. He glanced at Pam, disbelief written all over his face. “Does he know you?”“We have never met,” she replied. “But it is a good thing he’s coming, because I am not leaving until he