Then it went silent. A loud, uncomfortable silence filled the room as everyone tried to understand what just happened. Draven had shown up. And just as he came, he disappeared. Dennis's heart broke; a silent tear fell on his cheek. Regret pushed into his throat. If he hadn’t been so selfish, he wouldn’t have used his first and only son as the only subject for such a dangerous system. His voice came out hoarse in barely a whisper, “So… what do we do now?” The executive breathed heavily. “Then we wait. That the only thing we can go to is at least get him out alive.” The other employees shook their heads in pity, and one after the other, everyone left the room. The chief executive was about to walk out when a thought flashed into her mind. She turned to Dennis. “How about we do this?” ************************ Draven stirred in his sleep as the harsh rays of sunlight shone directly on his face. Slowly his eyes snapped open with fear. “Dad! Dad!” He shouted, his voice laced with

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, the noise from the hallway blended into the background. I couldn’t hear the idiots groaning again. Employees moved around the corridor, carrying files, speaking into phones, and rushing toward their offices like any usual busy day at work. My hands were no longer burning, although the faint redness remained across my knuckles. I curled my fingers into fists before anyone could notice. I straightened my suit jacket and adjusted the cuff of my shirt. As I pass by, I check my reflection briefly in the glass wall beside me. Not a single strand of hair was improper. Good. If those three idiots expected me to walk out of there looking frightened or bruised, they were going to be disappointed. I had barely taken three steps when I saw Jax. He stood several feet away near the entrance to the interview corridor, one shoulder resting lazily against the wall while he scrolled through his phone. His posture carried the kind of arrogance that d

Sophia walked closer to where I was seated, eyes narrowed at me, fists tightened. She had the look of someone who was at alert, and I couldn't fault her for it. No one hears they are being looked for by a stranger and gets excited. She didn’t know me. At least not yet, so it was expected. Her brows arched up as she came closer. "Hello," she said calmly. I didn’t know how much I missed her until I heard her voice. “The receptionist said you were looking for me.” She stretched out her hand. “I’m Sophia Lang; nice to meet you.” I took her hand and smiled. “I know who you are, a little more than you do.” “Huh?” Her lips parted slightly, and her cheeks turned pink. Even now I still have an effect on her. Good. She cleared her throat and snapped out of it. “Urm… sorry. You said you know me.” “Correct,” I replied, my hands still locked on hers.“How?” Her questions were sharp and direct. I looked around for any comfortable seat before my eyes turned back to hers. “Come, it’s g

When I heard about Mr. Draven’s disappearance, my blood rose, and my hands itched to punch someone.Jax.It was him. It had to be him masterminding the whole thing. But the question was, how did he hear about Draven’s whereabouts?Everything had happened so briefly that afternoon, and even I wasn’t informed.I pulled the round-neck T-shirt over my head and grabbed my keys immediately. After locking the door, I headed straight to Jax’s house.That son of a bitch.I drove faster than I should have, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel every time another thought crossed my mind.Jax had always been unpredictable. He could smile at you while planning your downfall behind your back.And now Draven was missing.Coincidence?Hell no.I pulled into his driveway and slammed the car door shut.The front door was locked.I knocked once.Nothing.I knocked again, harder.“Jax!”Still nothing.My jaw clenched.I stepped back and looked through the glass beside the door. The living room

“Shall we” Draven said.I stood at the center of the interviewing room, Jax stood at the end of the room watching us keenly. The first interviewer began. “Draven Quill. Twenty-six years old. Applying for the role of the stock analyst. One question though. Why should we hire you?”I smiled. “I think the appropriate question should be why should I choose to work here?”Their faces scrunched up. They didn’t like my response. Jax intense gaze rested on me, lips curved to the side amused.“And why would you ask that?” the last interviewer asked.“If you go over my portfolio, you can see track records of successful stock analysis carried out in both the national and at the international level of various companies. I have built stock profiles of both individual account, enterprises and even offshore account. Analyze PE ratios, EPS, ROE, Dividend yield and so on of many companies, leading them to a mass percentage of profit.”They’re sole focus was on me now. Good. Now I score my goal and gai