Darren’s eyes widened in shock. “How could someone be so evil,” he muttered. The world is filled with cruel and wicked people, but people like Big Ben were devils among demons.“What he is doing is illegal. Why didn’t you report him to the police?” “The police?” Sister Agnes scoffed. “I have been to almost all the police stations in this city. Even the officers are terrified of him. I tried hiring a lawyer, but the moment he learned the case was against Big Ben, he backed out. All of them did. One was honest enough to tell me to do whatever Big Ben demanded and evacuate the orphanage —he said it was pointless trying to fight him in court, that every judge will rule in his favor regardless”.Big Ben was one of the most feared figures in the city. Though the public knew him as the CEO and owner of the liquor company, Ben high limited. The truth is, his company was not the actual source of his wealth— it was just a cover up.He was a drug baron and the leader of a notorious cartel. Beh

As soon as he finished making the call, one of the thugs with an unpleasant look, walked over and delivered a tight slap across his face. “How dare you act mighty and high? Who can a delivery boy like you call? Do you think you can fool us with that fake call?” He fumed. Big Ben’s patience ran thin. A deep frown appeared on his face.Gesturing at his men, he snapped his fingers and commanded. “Tie him up and drop in front of the excavator.” He glanced at his wrist and added, “Once the twenty minutes are over, drive the vehicle over him,” his voice was ice.Instantly, the men seized Darren and did as they were instructed. The excavator idled nearby, its engine growling like a caged lion. Like all excavators, the steel tracks were designated for one purpose —to grind anything beneath them into pieces. As fragile as humans are, Darren would be turned into unrecognizable scraps should it step on him. The thought of the aftermath made the nun’s heart skip. She quickly dropped to her kne

Seeking the slightest opportunity to brag, Adrian said smugly. “Speaking of clothes, I took Clara to shopping yesterday. I bought clothes for her worth $25 thousand, and for myself $30 thousand”. “Wow, Adrian,” someone cooed. “That is ten times more than I spend on my wardrobe for an entire year”.Adrian chuckled elegantly. “That’s nothing. Sometimes I even spend more…” He was still bragging when Professor Lincoln arrived and their little gathering was dismissed. Darren sighed exhaustively, before heading in too. Professor Lincoln immediately began his lecture. He taught communication skills and was known for his archaic teaching style, which often involved sending students out into the field.When the lecture was coming to an end, he announced. “Before I leave today, I am going to leave you with a little project. Just like we did last year, you are going to group yourselves into three groups”. “Each group will interview as many public figures as possible and have them sign in the

“A suspension?” Darren’s heart tightened in his chest. The words hit him like whips to the back. He had always being of good behavior and never for once thought he will get a suspension. “Please sir, reconsider your decision. You didn’t even hear my own side of the story —I didn’t start the fight. Adrian started it, if anyone is to be suspended it should be him,” Darren implored. But the VC remained unmoved, “Are you the one to tell me how to run the school? I have made my decision and that’s final,” he said and looked away. Deep down, the VC knew both students had engaged in a fair fight and if someone was to be suspended, it was both of them. But he chose to please Adrian and remain on Mr. Blake’s good side.There was a triumphant scoff on Adrian’s face. “Adrian, child, are you okay? Please go to the clinic if you’re still feeling any pains. You’re free to take the rest of the day off —I’ll instruct the lecturers not to penalize you even if you miss class today” the VC said app

The fierce woman’s face was twisted with fear, her usual icy confidence nowhere to be found. Despite the well-ventilated office, sweat clung to her forehead and soaked through the fabric of her blouse. It was clear she had sprinted all the way up.For a minute, Darren almost denied she was not the same vile, wicked woman in the lobby. If not for the ID tag still hanging around her neck and her unmistakable commanding presence, he might have doubted she was the same Ms. Winifred.Mr. Scofield, rose from his seat in agitation. “What’s it Winifred, what’s the problem?”She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to gather herself. It took her a few long moments—shaky ones—before she finally steadied enough to speak. “Mr. Scofield… Sir— there’s a problem. A big… a huge problem”. The man’s brow knitted. Her panic was killing him. “Speak will you!” She gulped. “Sir, the structural team just called. They found a fault in t