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ECHOES OF CATASTROPHE
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2025-06-30 12:00:57

Another droplet, slightly larger and undeniably fresh, lay a few inches away.

And then, a faint, almost invisible streak, a gruesome trail, leading directly towards the door’s edge.

A chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning snaked its way through his veins.

He knew what that color was. He knew what that sticky texture implied.

His companions, still chatting amongst themselves about projected earnings and market dominance, didn't notice his sudden stillness, nor the grim discovery at his feet.

They were too engrossed in the enticing prospect of witnessing their monumental investment’s operational hub, the place where minds were woven and reality itself was reshaped.

The hum of their excited chatter, a symphony of ambition and greed, filled the sterile hallway, it was a stark contrast to the growing unease in Tariq's gut.

He could hear snippets of their conversation: "...projected Q3 growth at fifteen percent, easily..." and "...market dominance is no longer a goal,
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  • BETWEEN HUMILIATION AND HUNGER

    “And finally, fifth,” Yohan concluded, his voice was now almost pleading, his eyes were filled with a desperate pragmatism.“It’s Your Only Way Out of Utter Destitution! For God’s sake, Tariq! You are broke! The Khyber family is down to bare bones! Do you understand what that means? It means no more lavish parties, no more private jets, no more exclusive club memberships! It means your children, your family, will go hungry! This money from the sale of Diamond Bank, it’s not about power anymore, it’s about survival! It’s about putting food on your family’s table! It’s about avoiding the ultimate humiliation of being utterly penniless!”The words hung in the air, raw and unforgiving. Yohan’s chest heaved with the force of his outburst. He had said it. He had finally said what no one dared to say. Tariq Khyber, the once-mighty financial titan, was broke.Tariq’s mind reeled. The idea of selling Diamond Bank wasn’t just about losing an asset; it was about surrendering his very essence, h

  • YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE

    He looked at Yohan, then at Christopher Richmond, who sat there with a faint, victorious smile playing on his lips.“You said what?” Tariq’s voice barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the roar he had just unleashed. The air in the room suddenly felt impossibly heavy, the silence was deafening.Yohan stared Tariq directly in the eye, his gaze was unwavering. “You heard me, sir. You don’t have a choice.” He repeated the words, each one was a hammer blow to Tariq’s fading authority. “Diamond Bank will be sold.”Tariq’s jaw tightened, his face contorted into a mask of pure fury. “Choice? You insolent, ungrateful cur! I am Tariq Khyber! I own you! I own this bank! How dare you speak to me of choices? I will see you ruined, Yohan! I will see your career burn to ashes!” His voice cracked.It was a desperate attempt to reignite the fear and obedience that once defined his interactions. He took a step back towards the desk. His hands were clenched, ready to physically assert his dominance, e

  • YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE

    “Now,” Tariq said, his voice was a low growl, “explain. What is this ‘serious trouble’ concerning Diamond Bank? And what part does he play in it?” He jabbed a finger in Christopher Richmond’s direction.Yohan leaned forward, his elbows resting on his desk. His voice dropped, becoming hushed, almost conspiratorial. “Mr. Khyber, I regret to inform you that I am fully aware of the… calamity that has befallen the Khyber family, and indeed, the entire Khyber franchise.”Tariq flinched as the word “calamity” hung in the air, a stark reminder of his public humiliation and financial ruin. “And what does that have to do with Diamond Bank? I own 70% of this institution, Yohan. It is sound. It is… it was my last stable asset.”Yohan’s expression was grim. “Precisely. That’s the core of the issue, Mr. Khyber. With the current calamity in the Khyber family and the collapse of the Khyber franchise, your financial position is… precarious. To say the least. And because of this, there is someone who i

  • OWNERSHIP IN QUESTION

    Tariq froze mid-step, his jaw was tightening. Christopher Richmond, Marvin's uncle was here. The man who was on the side of the Orion family who were their business rivals. He had heard stories about Mr Christopher and the kind of power he exuded especially in Neovalle. He was aware of how pivotal he was to Marvin's success in Neovalle.This was a constant irritant in their meticulously curated world. Besides that, he always had a beef with the Richmonds. He saw them as calculating opportunists who had always sought to undermine the Khyber influence. What in God’s name was he doing here, in his bank, in Yohan’s office, at this ungodly hour?Yohan, seemingly oblivious to the sudden tension that thickened the air, stepped forward, extending a hand. His voice, though still formal, held a hint of forced cordiality. “Mr. Khyber, thank you for coming so promptly.”Tariq ignored Yohan’s outstretched hand, as his eyes were locked on Mr Christopher Richmond. “Yohan, what is the meaning o

  • LEGACY IN FLAMES

    Tariq stumbled from his office, with his phone still clutched in his trembling hand. The silence of the hallway was a stark contrast to the digital firing squad he’d just escaped. His mind reeled, it was a whirlwind of accusations, threats, and now, the chilling pronouncement from Yohan Johnson. “Serious trouble concerning your ownership of Diamond Bank.” The words echoed, each syllable was a hammer blow against his fragile composure. He owned 70% of that bank! It was his anchor, his last bastion of financial stability in a world that was rapidly turning to quicksand.His legs felt like lead, but he forced himself forward, driven by a primal need to understand. He navigated the familiar halls of his penthouse apartment, with the opulent decor now feeling like a hollow mockery of his crumbling empire. He reached for his car keys, his hand shaking as he fumbled with them. Driving himself was out of the question; his vision was still swimming, and his thoughts were a chaotic jumble

  • DIGITAL GUILLOTINE

    Tariq’s eyes, still blazing with a mix of fury and despair, darted to the vibrating phone. Yohan Johnson. Why was he calling now? Of all people, at this precise moment of public humiliation? A cold knot of dread began to tighten in Tariq's stomach. It was an unwelcome intrusion, a new note in the symphony of his downfall. He could only imagine what fresh hell Yohan was about to unleash.The investors, however, didn’t pause their assault. Their voices, amplified by the digital platform, hammered at him."Fraudster!" Eleanor Vance shrieked, her face was a distorted mask of rage on the screen. "You lied to us! You misled us! We will see you in court, Tariq! You won’t get away with this!""Enjoy your bankruptcy, Tariq!" Mr. Volkov sneered, with a cruel smile twisting his lips. "When we're done, you won't even have a pot to piss in!"Kenji, usually so reserved, now practically spat his words. "Your family name will be mud! Your legacy will be a cautionary tale of greed and incompetence

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