At exactly 9:01am, the convoy moved from PrimeCare Health to begin the journey to Titan Medics. In a convoy of five expensive Cars, part of the considerations from Titan Medics attached to the deal with PrimeCare. The main VIP vehicle is a Royce Rolls Phantom, deep black, with a custom Vanity plate sitting at the back in bold gold letterings carved on a black plate. AMARA. The Car gleamed under the sunlight as it pulled out of the underground garage of PrimeCare. This Car is owned by only a few people. Probably Amara is the fifth person in the world with the Car. Mercedes Benz S-class, two flanked the Royce Rolls at the front, and two at the back. Inside the Royce Rolls, at the back seat, sat Amara Blake in a Costum made suit, deep ash, imported from one of the most expensive brands in the world. Kitan. The fabric was smooth, the pants lined with creases that could draw blood from skin. Amara's expression was calm and composed, the look of a woman who had the console to sto

At exactly 9:01am, the convoy moved from PrimeCare Health to begin the journey to Titan Medics. In a convoy of five expensive Cars, part of the considerations from Titan Medics attached to the deal with PrimeCare. The main VIP vehicle is a Royce Rolls Phantom, deep black, with a custom Vanity plate sitting at the back in bold gold letterings carved on a black plate. AMARA. The Car gleamed under the sunlight as it pulled out of the underground garage of PrimeCare. This Car is owned by only a few people. Probably Amara is the fifth person in the world with the Car. Mercedes Benz S-class, two flanked the Royce Rolls at the front, and two at the back. Inside the Royce Rolls, at the back seat, sat Amara Blake in a Costum made suit, deep ash, imported from one of the most expensive brands in the world. Kitan. The fabric was smooth, the pants lined with creases that could draw blood from skin. Amara's expression was calm and composed, the look of a woman who had the console

"What the heck did you just say?!!" Alejandro Carlson's voice detonated across the room like a bomb blast. He crossed the room in three strides to meet his son, Richard, who was standing with a ghostly pale expression at the centre of the room. "$10 million Fine?!!" Spit flew off his mouth to the expensive marble. His anger was tangible. His finger jabbed to Richard's chest, jerking his body back slightly. "This is all because of your mistake!" He sneered, his voice shaking with every word that flew from his mouth "you think confidence makes you victorious? Now you see it is stupidity to be confident without strategy!" "How the heck do you want to get $10 million within 24hrs. We don't even have such an amount in the company's account. That amount is enough to keep the family business afloat, and now we're going to splash it on FINE! Fucking 10 million grand!!" He spun around, sending a wooden stool flying across the room with a kick where it clattered against the wall. His fing

"What the heck did you just say?!!" Alejandro Carlson's voice detonated across the room like a bomb blast. He crossed the room in three strides to meet his son, Richard, who was standing with a ghostly pale expression at the centre of the room. "$10 million Fine?!!" Spit flew off his mouth to the expensive marble. His anger was tangible. His finger jabbed to Richard's chest, jerking his body back slightly. "This is all because of your mistake!" He sneered, his voice shaking with every word that flew from his mouth "you think confidence makes you victorious? Now you see it is stupidity to be confident without strategy!" "How the heck do you want to get $10 million within 24hrs. We don't even have such an amount in the company's account. That amount is enough to keep the family business afloat, and now we're going to splash it on FINE! Fucking 10 million grand!!" He spun around, sending a wooden stool flying across the room with a kick where it clattered against the wall. His

"What the heck did you just say?!!" Alejandro Carlson's voice detonated across the room like a bomb blast. He crossed the room in three strides to meet his son, Richard, who was standing with a ghostly pale expression at the centre of the room. "$10 million Fine?!!" Spit flew off his mouth to the expensive marble. His anger was tangible. His finger jabbed to Richard's chest, jerking his body back slightly. "This is all because of your mistake!" He sneered, his voice shaking with every word that flew from his mouth "you think confidence makes you victorious? Now you see it is stupidity to be confident without strategy!" "How the heck do you want to get $10 million within 24hrs. We don't even have such an amount in the company's account. That amount is enough to keep the family business afloat, and now we're going to splash it on FINE! Fucking 10 million grand!!" He spun around, sending a wooden stool flying across the room with a kick where it clattered against the wall. His