Oksana is in the boardroom, where the President is having a brief meeting with members of the staff, when the news plays on the television. It's so hard stopping herself from falling to her knees because of how weak her legs have suddenly become, but she manages not to. She has to grab a chair and one of her colleagues has to ask if she is okay, because she has turned as white as a plain sheet of paper. It's Jackson on the screen as he bears everything in front of the whole world. He never told her that he was going to do something like this, else she would have told him not to. This is madness, this is suicide, and if Anthony Petrov has been lenient with him, he won't be anymore. He is going to kill him as soon as he sets his eyes on Jackson. Phone calls start to go around, and Oksana is still restless because Gaston is just there, staring unblinkingly at the screen on the wall. Is he mad? Is he impressed with this selfless act from Jackson? What?The vice president, who is s

Stephanie is soaked in her bathtub. She is trying to get the stress of the day out of her body. She is so tired that she doesn't know when she falls asleep in the bathtub, but the door opens and Athena walks in with bloodshot eyes. That's enough to fully wake her up. “Um, Honey? What's the matter?” She takes her daughter's hand. “It's not Pumpkin again, is it?” “No,” Athena's voice sounds tired from strain. Like she has cried alot. “Alex didn't come to school today.” They are very young kids, and it's not unusual for kids to miss a day or two of school, but this alarms Stephanie. She has been so busy and tired that she forgot that she had tried to call and text Oksana, but she got no reply. “Shit!” She grabs a towel and jumps out of the tub. Reaching for her phone, she rings Oksana, but it doesn't connect. Athena is standing next to her, her eyes expecting some kind of news. Stephanie knows how dangerous Oksana and Alex's lives are, so she can't help the heavy thumping in he

Anthony walks out of the place, and he leaves Alex alone. With his father's corpse. Alex has his neck turned so that he can look up, and stare at his father's face that has been hidden in darkness. He sniffles and wipes the tears from his face. The ‘drip, drip, drip’ that he hears is eeriely the last bit of blood, dropping from his father's splitted skull. Alex is very scared, more scared than he has ever been in his life, but he musters enough courage and gets as close as he can to his father. “Dad?” He reaches out and pulls at the hem of his Dad's trousers. He knows that his father is a prankster, he is always mad at himself for falling for his father's tricks, so he is praying to heaven that this is one of them. But it's not. His father is still, unresponsive, and at that moment, the finality of this dawns on him. He will never see his father again. At least not alive. Since he doesn't want to get his uncle angry, he turns around to return to the elevator. Besides, he ha

Stephanie's holds her breath as she breeze past the doors of some private hospital room. She is just out of yet another surgery, and she should be going to rest in her office, but she is not. She is hurrying to room 233 because, she has just been informed that one of her servants was involved in a car accident. She wasn't given a name, but that doesn't make her any less worried. Besides, Roman is out of the country, so that means that she is responsible for everyone else in the meantime. She pushes the door, and her eyes lands on the patient. The young woman is so badly bruised up that she can't recognize her face at first. Poor woman, she winces and pulls herself to her feet, even when her nurse tries to stop her. “Mrs Croft…” Stephanie's back immediately hits against the wall. “Willow…” Willows jaw is clenched, and she keeps her eyes on the ground. “Where is my daughter?” Stephanie hand goes to her mouth as the sobs rushes out. “Please! Please! Where is my child?” The nu

Von Kent's company is in the red now, but that's not his most pressing problem. Under deep disguise, he visits the casinos and spends a couple of hundred thousands, before taking two beautiful ladies back to his mansion. Seeing him driving in with the two ladies that are young enough to be his grandchildren, the servants know the drill. They give each other curt nods and immediately jump to work. They clean up the house, drop some bottles of wine, some simple recreational drugs, and some stamina boosting drugs in his bedroom. “You girls are about to have the best time of your life,” he tells them with a voice slurred by alcohol. The girls, equally drunk, look at each other and giggle some more. “Mister Kent, we learned that you work directly for the Professor. You must be very rich!” One bites her finger. “And I'm about to be richer when he finally becomes President. Best for you guys to stick around me for that. You are going to be the envy of all your friends!” They manage