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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
BURN THE WIRES
Lord Atherton’s eyes stayed locked on the screen, but his face had changed. The calm was cracking. His jaw was tight. His hand, usually steady, clenched slowly into a fist.“Seventeen percent,” he said quietly. “Gone. Just like that.”The young woman nodded. She looked nervous now. Not afraid of him, but afraid of what she had to say next.“Sir…” she hesitated. “You asked how we got here?”Atherton turned to her slowly. His voice was low and sharp. “Yes. Tell me.”She took a deep breath and tapped a few keys on the laptop. A set of files opened up. Folders named Shell Trades, Hollow Firms, Return Loops, Asset Shadows. These were not regular files. These were secrets.“Your offshore holdings,” she began. “Your cycle trades. The way we move money through fake businesses to create fake gains—it’s not working anymore. The market caught on. Investors are pulling out. Fast.”Atherton blinked slowly. “The system always bounces back.”“Not this time,” she replied. “Your Ponzi threads are dryi
INTEREST AND INTRUSION
It was another day in the Atherton capital and holdings which was a finance and logistics company, and in a tall glass office overlooking the bay, a man named Lord Atherton sat behind a desk of dark walnut. He was dressed in a finely pressed charcoal suit, a gold watch glinting from beneath his sleeve. His eyes were sharp, steady, the kind that didn’t blink easily. He wasn’t a real lord, but people still called him that. His money, influence, and calm authority gave him the title.Across from him sat Jonah Perkins, a well-known real estate mogul in the city of Bellwick. Mr. Perkins was in his late fifties, with graying temples and a belly that pressed gently against his tailored suit. His fingers drummed lightly on the arm of the leather chair, nervous but trying not to show it."So," Lord Atherton said, folding his hands, "how much are you in need of, Mr. Perkins?"Mr. Perkins cleared his throat. "Three hundred million dollars."Lord Atherton raised an eyebrow. "That is... quite a
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