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ACCESS DENIED 2
He tried a backup password—one of his emergency codes.ACCESS DENIED.His eyes widened. The cursor blinked back at him, like it was mocking him. The screen felt colder now. Hostile even.He stared at it, unmoving.This wasn’t just a password issue.The flash drive wasn’t some throwaway piece of storage. It was his vault. Inside it sat the core of his secret empire—tens of millions in cryptocurrency, private documents, and deep-web backdoors into offshore assets. Everything he’d hidden from the world.Money.Power.Control.Gone?His hands hovered above the keyboard, trembling slightly. Sweat beaded on his forehead, rolling down the side of his face as a thousand thoughts slammed into him all at once.Had someone tampered with the drive?Had someone betrayed him?His mind raced, flipping through names and scenarios. But no—he had been careful. He had taken every precaution. No one in the company knew about this drive, and certainly not what it contained.No not even Jethro, the made h
ACCESS DENIED
Nolan Rhys sat quietly in his new office.The windows which were tall and made of pristine glass, gave a panoramic view of the bustling world below. Streetlights blinked like stars, and the constant hum of urban life was faintly audible even from this height. The furniture around him was minimalist yet luxurious — brushed metal, leather, dark wood. As usual it felt like power had a scent, and in this room, it smelled of fresh polish, ambition, and silent tension.Behind his executive desk was a massive digital screen displaying Timo Fintech Enterprise’s logo — a silver-and-blue emblem spinning slowly like a coin suspended in mid-air. It cast a soft glow on the wall, rhythmically blinking like the pulse of something alive.He took a breath, relishing the moment. Then his phone buzzed.First call.He picked up without hesitation.“Mr. Rhys,” the voice came, deep and cheerful, seasoned with a warm Nigerian accent and a hint of relief. “This is Mr. Kanayo from Lagos. I just wanted to
UNRECOGNISED
Nolan Rhys froze.Evelyn.His ex-wife. The woman who once vowed to love him till the end of time — now standing just a few feet away from him, looking calm and poised, like nothing had ever happened.She smiled gently. “Congratulations, Mr. Nolan Rhys.”Her voice was still the same. Smooth. Soft. But Nolan’s heart wasn’t calm. It was thudding in his chest like a drumbeat.He nodded stiffly, trying to control his breathing. “Thank you.”She extended her hand.He shook it slowly. Her skin was warm — but to him, it felt like fire.Beside her stood a man Nolan would never forget.Zahir Malikyan.The man who had once ordered for him to be eliminated. The man who had him dragged through the courtyard, beaten like an animal, and dumped into a trash bin like rotten waste.Nolan’s fingers twitched. His jaw tightened. His blood boiled as he remembered the pain, the darkness, the way he’d begged for air, the smell of blood and filth. He had come close to death that day — all because Zahir want
VINDICATION
A heavy silence remained in the courtroom. The judge's sharp voice had echoed like thunder, and all eyes were now on Dan and Merrick Strauss.Dan opened his mouth first, his voice was trembling. “My… my Lord… I… we were just—”“You were just what?” the judge asked coldly, her eyes were like steel.Merrick stepped forward, his face was pale, sweat started running down his temples. “It’s not what it looks like… I mean, some of those messages were private—taken out of context.”“Private?” the judge raised an eyebrow. “You mean the part where you said you’d ‘destroy Nolan’s image’? Or the part where you said your father was senile?”Dan stuttered again. “My Lord, we didn’t mean to—those were just emotional outbursts. We didn’t really mean to go that far. It was a moment of weakness.”Their lawyer, stood but said nothing. His lips moved as if searching for the right words, but no sound came out. He looked down at his desk, then at the Strauss brothers, and finally at the judge. Defeat was
THE WILL AND THE WICKED
Inside the courtroom, a hush fell like a heavy blanket. The judge leaned slightly forward, her eyes were locked on Nolan.“You may proceed with your evidence,” she said.Nolan gave a firm nod. “Jethro.”Jethro stepped forward. He wore a black suit, clean shave, and an expression that meant business. He carried a silver laptop and a black box filled with files, flash drives, and two mobile phones.“My Lord,” Jethro began, plugging the laptop into the court’s projector system, “everything I’m about to show has been verified by third-party forensic experts. And I swear by my honor, nothing here has been fabricated.”The first slide popped up on the screen — a screenshot of an email exchange.“These are emails between Dan Strauss and Merrick Strauss,” Jethro explained. “They planned this. They agreed to hire a private hacker to tamper with the company’s internal audit system, making it look like Nolan was moving funds illegally.”The judge raised an eyebrow. “Are these emails verified?”J
PROOF POWER AND PERJURY
One week later, the streets of Bullwick buzzed with media vans, murmuring reporters, and curious eyes. Everyone was talking about the case. Headlines had painted Nolan Rhys as a criminal in a tailored suit. Words like fraud, will manipulation, and crypto scam danced through the city like wild flames.At exactly 9:00 AM, a black SUV pulled into the reserved parking area of Bullwick High Court. Nolan Rhys stepped out, dressed in a crisp navy-blue suit and dark sunglasses. Beside him was Jethro, holding a steel briefcase. Behind them followed three more loyal staff members, including two legal assistants.Jethro looked around. “The Judges and the panelists are already inside, boss.”Nolan didn’t reply. His face was calm, cold, unreadable. But his hands were tight at his sides.At the opposite side of the court’s front yard, a black Mercedes pulled up.Dan Strauss stepped out first. He was clean-shaven, tall, and bold. His suit was grey. He gave a smug smile as if he had already won.
POISON IN PRINT
A black company car pulled into the underground parking lot of Timo Fintech Enterprise headquarters. The sleek vehicle came to a slow halt, and the back door opened. Nolan Rhys stepped out, dressed in a dark-blue suit, he was calm but heavy-eyed. The air around him was thick with tension.As he made his way through the elevator lobby, two staff members waiting nearby lowered their voices.“I heard he scammed some investors in Dubai,” one whispered.“No, it’s not Dubai. It’s some crypto thing. That’s what I saw on TechNews Daily. Fraud and identity theft,” the other replied.Nolan walked past them, silent, but he heard it. He had sharp ears. Years in business taught him that the loudest words are usually spoken in whispers.The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Nolan stepped in. A junior manager joined him. The young man looked nervous, stealing glances at Nolan without saying a word. As the elevator rose, Nolan kept a calm expression, but inside, his mind was racing
THE QUIET COUP
At the large mansion of Jadan Perkins, one of the senior board members of Timo Fintech Enterprise, a quiet but tense meeting was taking place. The evening was quiet, the lights were dim, and the heavy curtains blocked out the world outside.Inside the grand sitting room, six men sat around a wide table. Among them were Dan and Merrick Strauss — the sons of the late Timothy Strauss, founder of Timo Fintech. Their faces were sharp with ambition, and their eyes burned with a hunger that could not be hidden.Jadan Perkins cleared his throat. "I hope we all understand what’s at stake. If this is going to work, we need to move fast."Dan leaned forward, his voice was low and tense. "Nolan is out of prison. Someone bailed him. But let’s not act like we don’t know the truth — he’s got too much power. Power that should’ve been ours. We made one mistake — one damn mistake — and Dad handed him the company like a gift."Merrick nodded grimly. "We didn’t deserve exile for that. We were young. We
THE CHAIN BREAKER
Nolan sat on the cold bench inside the cell. His hands were cuffed, and his mind was far from calm. He stared at the empty space in front of him, his lips were tight, his eyes were stormy.Why am I here?Do they not know who I am?I’m the CEO of Timo Fintech. A respected man. A leader.He shook his head slowly, trying to make sense of it.He had been dragged out of his home in front of servants, arrested without a clear reason.No explanation. No respect. No warning.Is this how the law works now?Did they not even check my name before locking me up like a criminal?Nolan let out a breath, deep and tired. His back rested against the wall. His thoughts were spinning fast, but his body was still.Then—CLANK!The sound of the metal door sliding open caught his attention. His eyes snapped toward the entrance of the cell.A jailer stepped in. The man looked serious, but calm.“Follow me,” the jailer said, unlocking the cuffs.Nolan stood without saying a word. Behind him, a policeman stepp
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