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TEST OF THE GHOST
Suddenly, in a sharp motion, Mrs. Virella turned. It was evident that she was not satisfied with Nolan's answer. Her gaze, which had been lost in the music, snapped back to him, sharp as a diamond."However, do you… truly believe, Nolan," she began, her voice still a soft hum, but now with a subtle, unyielding edge, "that such 'ripples' simply happen? That the market, for all its unpredictable tides, creates such... perfect storms entirely on its own?"Nolan's polite smile didn't waver, but inside, a cold knot tightened in his stomach. He knew this was it. This wasn't a game of words; it was a test. And the prize was his freedom, or perhaps, his very identity."As you know, the blockchain market is still young, Mrs. Virella," Nolan replied, choosing his words with extreme care. He leaned forward just a fraction, making it seem like he was engaging deeply, sharing a secret thought. "It's a wild, untamed frontier. Algorithms collide, large investments shift, and sometimes, the sheer v
HARMONY AND HAVOC
Nolan sat with his back straight, legs still, hands folded lightly on his lap. He could hear the strings still playing in the background—smooth, elegant, a little too perfect.Mrs. Virella sat beside him like a queen on her throne, still half-turned away, eyes gazing at the musicians as if watching gods at work.Then she spoke.“About your company, Timo Fintech Enterprise...” she said slowly, each word placed with care, “I was thinking... blockchain.”Nolan turned his head, a little surprised. “Blockchain?”“Yes,” she said, almost dreamily. “It’s everywhere now, isn’t it? Like glitter spilled on a black carpet. Everyone steps in it, tracks it around, and suddenly it’s part of everything—money, identity, trust... even lies.”Nolan gave a soft laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”She smiled, pleased.“Do you know, Nolan,” she continued, voice lilting, “last week I met a young man at an auction. Bold fellow. Told me he was selling invisible houses on the blockchain.”Nolan blinked. “You me
MRS VIRELLA'S SYMPHONY
The Phantom Syndicate gates rose tall and wide, cast in black steel and edged with glowing lines that pulsed faintly in the night. A black SUV rolled silently through the gate, headlights dimmed, tires humming over smooth stone.Inside the car, Nolan sat quietly in the back seat, with hands resting on his lap, his eyes focused straight ahead. He didn’t say a word as they passed the massive statues lining the entrance—hooded figures in long cloaks, each holding a different emblem of power: coin, code, and fire.The vehicle finally stopped in front of the main building—a towering structure of obsidian glass and dark chrome. The entire place seemed to hum with power, like a beating heart buried underground.A tall, suited attendant opened the door. "Mr. Nolan, welcome. You’re expected."Nolan stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of his grey suit. He nodded once and followed the attendant inside. This was the Triune Chamber—the sacred room where the three leaders of the Phantom Syndicate
BILLION DOLLAR WINDS
The city was quiet. A warm wind blew softly through the trees outside Nolan’s mansion. The lights in his study glowed gently, and on his desk sat a golden mug filled with hot cocoa. He was leaning back in his chair, his eyes were calm but focused, as the soft buzzing of his phone broke the silence.Incoming Call: Mr. JethroNolan picked it up and pressed the green button.“Mr. Jethro,” he said, his voice was smooth.“Good evening, Nolan,” came the cheerful voice from the other end. “I just wanted to say congratulations. You did it.”Nolan smiled faintly. “Thank you. I assume you’re talking about the company stock.”“Of course,” Mr. Jethro said. “Timo Fintech’s value has gone up by thirty percent. The board is buzzing with excitement. Our name is trending again—for the right reasons.”Nolan leaned forward and sipped from his mug.“Well, I did drop twenty million dollars into the company treasury last week,” he said casually.Mr. Jethro laughed. “Yes, I know. The media is calling it a
CRISES ON THE BALCONY
She frowned.“Everything alright?” Freda asked, noticing her change in expression.“Just work,” Evelyn said calmly. She picked up the phone and answered, standing up and walking toward the balcony doors.She pressed the phone to her ear. “Hello, what is it?”There was a pause.Then came the nervous voice of Mr. Clark, the man in charge of Rhys-Tech Global’s finances.“Ma’am,” he began slowly, “I… I apologize for disturbing you this evening, but I think you should hear this immediately.”Evelyn rolled her eyes. “Clark, if this is just another update on currency trends or investment predictions, I swear—”“No, ma’am,” he cut in quickly, “this isn’t a report. This is urgent. Something serious has happened.”Evelyn’s face tensed. Her hand gripped the glass door. She lowered her voice.“Clark,” she said sharply, “I’m not in the mood for games. If you don’t tell me exactly what’s going on right now, you won’t be working at Rhys-Tech tomorrow.”There was silence on the other end. Then Clark’
JEWELS, JETS AND JUST ONE RING
Evelyn Rhys stood by the window of her luxury penthouse, watching the golden sunset pour across the skyline of Bullwick. The soft colors of orange and pink lit up the sky like a painting. Inside, the living room was full of quiet laughter, warm lights, and the smell of fresh vanilla candles.Her three friends—Freda, Hilda, and Clarissa—had come over for a visit. The four women sat on smooth white leather couches, each one holding a glass of sparkling juice. Their heels clicked on the glossy floors, their voices were rising and falling in joyful waves.They were dressed like queens. Freda wore a deep red silk gown with ruby earrings that sparkled in the light. Hilda had on a navy blue jumpsuit with gold chains and glittering heels. Clarissa wore a silver dress, tight at the waist, with long curls bouncing on her shoulders.Evelyn herself wore a simple but stunning emerald-green dress. Her diamond bracelet caught the light every time she lifted her glass.“You look amazing, Evie,” Fr
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