They finally decided to kick him out; only then did it occur to him to crawl here and find a job as a janitor! If they hadn't thrown him into the street, he would still be sitting on their couch eating their scraps. You’re a shameless excuse for a human being. You have zero integrity. You aren't even a man!"Lance stood perfectly still with a bored expression. "I have no idea what you’re talking about. My wife is at home," he said, his voice steady. "I have better things to do than listen to your conspiracy tales. Apologize to this woman right now, and maybe I will spare you.""Spare me?" Linda shrieked, her voice reaching a frantic pitch. "A janitor wants to spare me? Oh wow, I’m shaking! I’m so scared!" She turned back to the elderly cleaner, her face hardening. "You should be on your knees begging for your job, you old hag. I’m going to make sure to deal with both of you so thoroughly that you’ll wish you never woke up today."The elderly woman’s face turned ghostly white. She coll

She hit the marble floor hard on her backside. A sickening squelch followed as she landed right in the middle of the mess she had created. She sat there, panting, her face twisted in a mask of pure humiliation.The lobby erupted. The laughter was no longer a rumble; it was a roar. People were doubling over, pointing their phones, and recording the sight of the high-and-mighty Linda Grayson sitting in a puddle of filth.Linda lay there, gritting her teeth so hard it sounded like stones grinding together. She looked up at Lance, who hadn't moved an inch. He stood over her, looking down with a gaze of utter indifference."I am going to kill you for this!" she screamed, hitting the soapy floor with her fist. "Security! SECURITY!"The burly guards, finally snapping out of their shock, rushed forward. They saw their superior on the floor,r and their faces hardened."Bundle this bastard out of here!" Linda barked, her finger trembling as she pointed at Lance. "Take him to the back and beat t

The gold elevator climbed silently, the digital floor indicator flickering rapidly as it bypassed every other level.Inside, the silence was heavy. Selene stood with her hands clasped in front of her, her gaze fixed on the floor.The doors slid open with a soft chime directly into the penthouse suite.The CEO’s office was a vast expanse of glass and polished obsidian, overlooking the entire city skyline. Lance didn't hesitate. He walked across the plush carpet and sat in the high-backed leather chair.Selene stepped forward, her voice trembling slightly. "Sir... I deeply apologize for the disgrace you witnessed in the lobby. I should have kept a closer eye on the middle management. Linda’s behavior was inexcusable. I am prepared to accept whatever punishment you deem fit for my lack of oversight."Lance leaned back, his fingers steepled. He looked out at the city. "You cannot be everywhere at once, Selene," he said, his voice calm but firm. "However, let this be a lesson. Be very care

This was Sophia. The rumors were true; she was as kind as she was deadly, and the men in the gym knew better than to cross her.It was rumoured that her ex-boyfriend, who tried to maltreat her, had his hands broken.The three bullies immediately fell silent, shifting their feet like scolded children, and they immediately scrambled away.Sophia’s eyes landed on Lance. A warm, genuine smile spread across her face, lighting up the room. "Ah! You big guy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief. "I haven't seen you around in a long time. I was worried the streets finally claimed you."Lance let out a small, rare smile."Come with me to my office," Sophia gestured, turning on her heel and heading toward the back of the gym without even checking to see if he was following. She moved with the confidence of someone who knew her orders were always obeyed.Lance didn't follow her immediately. He stood before the punching bag, the digital monitor still glowing with Jake’s '77'.Memories of

Lance, who had been standing quietly by the wall, could not help himself. A small, involuntary giggle escaped his lips. He didn't say a word, but his mind was racing with memories.He remembered Jackal Shaw perfectly. He was the one who had signed the papers to strip Jackal of his dignity. Jackal had left the army beaten, disgraced, and broken.To think that a man who could have been an elite guard in the national service had stooped so low to become an underground dog was almost hilarious."Do you have something to say?" Leo snapped, spinning around. He had caught Lance’s giggle, and it sounded like a mocking insult to their bravery."Sophia gave you food! She gave you protection!" Leo snarled, stepping into Lance’s space. "Is this how you repay her? By laughing in her face while her life's work is at stake? Have you ever heard of a conscience, you freak?"Lance slowly folded his arms, his midnight-blue suit jacket straining against his muscles. He looked Leo dead in the eye. "I was