For thirty minutes Carter and Brandon danced in the living room. They’d finished a whole bottle of champagne and picked another one.The excitement in the room kept rising.In the midst of their dancing, “Father should hear this,” Carter exclaimed.“Get dressed, Brandon.”“Let’s go see Father.”Not long after, Brandon and Carter hopped into a Mercedes-Benz van that arrived at Greenfield prison and stepped in.“We are here to see Michael Kingston, our father,” Carter said to the jailer secretary attending to them.“Okay,” the secretary sounded professionally.“Did you already have a pass for a prison visit?”Carter and Brandon looked to each other. Their father used to have jailers as their errand dogs in this prison. They’d imprison people anyhow they wanted. There has never been a rule that a visitor must have a pass to see an inmate.“You piece of sh—”“We never heard of this rule before,” Brandon interrupted Carter and sounded calm and composed the moment he’d seen Carter was boili

“Another!” Mr Sandman sounded at the top of his voice. He’d been at the Big Man’s Man Bar for the past five hours downing his frustration.Today should have been like every other time he’d worked closely with the Williams House International.He was the junior general manager at Kingsford Supreme Collective. Because of his position he’d helped people who shouldn’t be in the company work in the company.On the other hand, he was the reason the Williams House International got the partnership with Supreme Collective and ever since, aside from his salary, the Williams House International continued to pay him hugely monthly to keep them in the company. But all of it stopped today.The termination email had ended everything in a single moment.His hand shook, his eyes seeing double of everything. He’d drunk too much for the night and lost his balance to even sit properly.“Here you are! You piece of shit!” Lucas groaned.The moment Augustus sent the address, Lucas had gone straight to Sand

Lucas’ fingers danced on the keyboard. He was in his home office, where the lights were killed and the window blinds were drawn tight. The only glow came from the monitor, reflecting in his eyes like a predator in the dark.His eyes moved on the laptop screen when he smashed his finger on the enter button after he’d searched Mr Sandman’s behaviors at the Supreme Collective.He knew it. To pull down a mighty company such as the Supreme, he must be ready to go heavily on them. And if he was going to go heavily, he must attack the loophole they had.Sandman was someone who helped his father get into the Collective for so long. Lucas understood that he could only do this if he got his hands dirty away from the knowledge of the company.But if he exposed what Sandman did for his father, he would embarrass his father and shoot himself in the leg more than he knew.So instead, he searched for another angle.“Where is it, C’mon!” he exclaimed as his finger caressed the mouse cursor, taking th

Lucas watched the television van arrive at the front of his villa’s gate.From the large glass window of his room upstairs, he could see the vehicle slow down before the tall iron gate. The logo of the station was boldly printed on the side of the van.He pressed the remote control right from his room and the gate opened up immediately.The metal bars slid apart with a smooth mechanical sound. The van drove in slowly, rolling across the paved driveway of the compound. Lucas watched for another moment before turning away from the window.A few seconds later, he stepped out of the building and into his compound to receive them.Earlier, after leaving the jacuzzi, he had donned a bespoke, midnight-blue tuxedo adorned with subtle Austrian crystals. It was a piece designed for gala nights, almost too radiant for the afternoon sun, but today Lucas wanted to look like a god coming down to deliver judgment.If the entire nation was going to watch him, then they would watch him shine.The van

Brandon stepped on the brake pedal immediately. The tires shrieked against the asphalt, leaving charred black streaks behind as Brandon’s world tilted. On the dashboard, the BBD Global Ticker was already scrolling in bright red: WILLIAMS HOUSE INTERNATIONAL STOCKS PLUMMET 45% IN PRE-MARKET TRADING.The vehicle’s integrated smart-system overrode the music, the ultra-wide 4K console flickering to life with an emergency broadcast. It was a failsafe programmed for the elite—whenever the market shifted by more than five points, the news became the only thing that mattered.The screen flickered for a moment before the BBD live broadcast appeared.“That fucker just shot his family in the leg.” Carter blurted out after hearing the counter news from BBD showing Alexander Wraithford speaking.Brandon flickered his eyes to the side, glancing briefly at the screen before returning them to the road. But his mind was no longer on Lucas or the chaos playing out on television. His thoughts were drif