TARIQ'S TRIUMPH
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Mr. Richmond slowly rose to his feet, trembling with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

He turned his eyes toward Evander Velcan, the man he thought might still be an ally despite all the allegations and turmoil. “Evander Velcan,” he said, his voice cracking slightly, “even you? You’re going to take sides with them against me?”

Evander’s face was hard, his expression turned into one of disgust. He spoke slowly, his words were sharp and cutting.

“Words cannot describe how much I hate Tariq Khyber. I despise everything about him. But,” he paused, leaning forward slightly, “it seems like he is a better man than you will ever be.”

The words hit Mr. Richmond like a hammer, and he gasped audibly. “What!” he exclaimed, his voice was filled with shock and humiliation.

Evander didn’t stop. He pressed on, his tone growing colder with every word.

“There is enough evidence to prove why you cannot be trusted, Mr. Richmond. You sabotaged your alliance with Daniel Bowen, and worst of all, you kill
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  • THE VIRTUAL RECKONING

    The air hung heavy in Tariq’s chamber, as he was in a suffocating blanket of despair. The luxurious room, usually a sanctuary of calm and order, now felt like a gilded cage. He slumped onto a plush armchair, the rich velvet offering no comfort against the raw ache in his chest. Farouq’s words, a death knell to their empire, echoed in his mind: "We have been reduced to dust, Tariq. We are nothing more than a group of people without any identity, without any money."He stared blankly at the ornate ceiling, seeing not the intricate carvings but the monstrous negative figure: -$250,000,000,000. It wasn't just the money, though that figure alone was enough to shatter nations. It was the legacy, the power, the very essence of who the Khybers were. Gone. Reduced to ash by a ghost from their past, a man who had walked among them, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Jayden Cole. The name was a venomous whisper on his tongue, a burning ember of hatred in his gut.Hours bled into a timeless void. T

  • A DAY THE DYNASTY DIED

    Farouq’s body convulsed, a violent tremor was shaking his already frail frame. He coughed again, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to tear at his very core, and this time, a sickening spray of dark, arterial blood splattered across Tariq’s pristine suit jacket. The metallic tang filled the air, mingling with the acrid scent of ozone and burning circuitry. Farouq’s eyes, wide and unfocused, fixed on something beyond Tariq, a silent horror reflected in their depths. His lips, now a ghastly shade of blue, moved, struggling to form words.“J-Jayden…” he rasped, the name was barely a whisper, yet it struck Tariq with the force of a thunderclap. “Jayden Cole…”Tariq’s grip tightened on his brother’s shoulders, his knuckles turning white. The name, a ghost from their past, a threat thought long vanquished, now materialized as the architect of their ruin. The anger, momentarily overshadowed by concern for Farouq, surged back with renewed ferocity, colder and sharper than before.“Jayden

  • THE BILLION DOLLAR SCREAM

    The investors, who had followed Tariq with such eager anticipation, now stood frozen, their initial excitement was replaced by a collective, horrified gasp. Davies, the portly man, choked on his previous chuckle, his face paling to an ashen grey. The other investors, a mix of seasoned businessmen and tech magnates, stood wide-eyed, their mouths were agape, unable to process the scale of the destruction before them. Their earlier anticipation had curdled into a sickening dread, a silent testament to the horrific spectacle that unfolded."What in God's name...?" one of them, a stern-faced woman named Eleanor Vance, finally managed to stammer, her voice was trembling with disbelief. Her manicured hand flew to her mouth, as if to stifle a scream that was threatening to escape. Another investor, a younger man named Kenji, simply retched, turning away from the gruesome sight, his body was wracked with violent shudders.Tariq, still reeling, felt a hot wave of nausea wash over him. The

  • THE RUIN OF KHYBER

    His heart hammered against his ribs, it was a frantic drumbeat of impending doom. Every instinct screamed at him to stop, to turn back, but the momentum of the moment, the expectant faces of his investors, propelled him forward.He stepped through the threshold, his investors eagerly following close behind him, their faces alight with unbridled anticipation. One of them, a portly man named Davies, let out a soft chuckle. "Well, Tariq, don't keep us in suspense! Let's see this marvel of ingenuity!" His words, intended to be lighthearted, were swallowed by the suddenly overwhelming atmosphere within the room, a palpable sense of wrongness that permeated the air, thick and suffocating.And then, Tariq Khyber froze. His body locked, his mind seizing. The words, the visions, the carefully constructed reality he had built, was shattered into a million pieces. The air, heavy with the stench of carnage and ozone, felt like a physical weight pressing down on him, stealing his breath. The s

  • ECHOES OF CATASTROPHE

    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,

  • FOOTSTEPS TO DREAD

    The investors exchanged excited glances, it was a collective glint of eager anticipation in their eyes. Seeing the control center, the actual nerve center of their vast, illicit investment, would be a rare privilege. It would not only cement their confidence but also provide a thrilling, tangible connection to the sheer scale of their power. It would confirm that their considerable funds were indeed in the right, most ruthless, hands.“Yeah, sure, Tariq,” the stout investor replied, pushing back his chair, his voice was thick with enthusiasm. “Come on, Tariq. Lead the way. Let us take a look at how we are conquering the world.” The other investors followed suit, rising with a unified, hungry energy, their previous questions melting away in the face of this exciting prospect.Tariq's smile returned, though it felt a little tighter now, a strained mask. “Excellent. Follow me, gentlemen.” He led them out of the plush, soundproof meeting room and into the labyrinthine, meticulously des

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