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PAWN OR KING
Yusuf straightened, his eyes were still fixed on the robed figure. “It seems everything was too difficult for him to handle,” he responded, his voice was carefully neutral, echoing the man’s own lack of sentiment. He felt a pang of something akin to guilt, a phantom ache for the brother he had just lost, but he pushed it down. This was not the time for sentimentality.The robed man finally turned, slowly, deliberately. His face was sharp, intelligent, with eyes that seemed to miss nothing. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips. “You know,” he began, his gaze piercing, “a large part of this victory goes to you. Another way of putting it is that you, Yusuf, played a part in the total ruin of your family.”The words, though true, were delivered with a lightheartedness that was both chilling and disarming. Yusuf felt a blush creep up his neck. Even though his efforts were, in his mind, for the greater good—a necessary dismantling to rebuild anew—the direct accusation, even deliv
THE WHITE ROBE OF POWER
Yusuf Khyber sat hunched in the back of the sleek, black sedan, the tinted windows offered a blurry, distorted view of Westwood’s glittering towers. The city, usually a vibrant tapestry of lights and sounds, now seemed to mock him with its indifference. His stomach churned with a mixture of apprehension and a strange, unsettling excitement. The news of Tariq’s death, relayed to him in a clipped, emotionless tone by a voice he didn't recognize, had barely registered as he was already deep in thought, rehearsing the lines he would deliver, the expressions he would wear. His brother, Tariq, gone. The Khyber empire, shattered. It was a hollow victory, perhaps, but a victory nonetheless.The car glided to a stop in front of the Grandeur Plaza Hotel, it was a monolith of polished glass and steel that pierced the twilight sky. This wasn’t just any five-star hotel; it was a fortress of opulence, a sanctuary for the city’s elite, where secrets were bought and sold in hushed tones over e
TWO GRAVES FOR THE KHYBERS
Just then, his private line, a secure phone only for the most important calls, rang. Tariq stared at it, his heart was pounding with a morbid dread. Who could it be now? Another messenger of doom?He snatched the receiver, his voice was curt. “What is it?!”A hushed, somber voice on the other end, the head of medical staff at the exclusive hospital where his brother was being treated, spoke. “Mr. Khyber… I regret to inform you… it’s about your brother, Farouq.”Tariq froze. His blood ran cold. Farouq. His younger brother. His confidant. The only person he truly trusted, the one who had stood by him through every storm, every challenge. The quiet, brilliant mind who had helped him navigate the complexities of the Khyber franchise.“What about him?” Tariq demanded, his voice was suddenly weak, it was a premonition of unimaginable horror washing over him.The voice on the other end was filled with profound regret. “Mr. Khyber… I’m so sorry. Despite our best efforts… Mr. Farouq Khyber…
ALONE WITH RUIN
Yohan’s eyes remained fixed on the door for a long moment, then slowly shifted toward Christopher. The raw edge in his face hadn’t softened.“He will,” Yohan said finally, his voice low, almost weary. “He just hasn’t admitted it to himself yet.”Christopher studied him carefully, there was a subtle crease between his brows. “You sure?” he asked, with the tone of a man used to last-minute surprises in boardrooms and battlegrounds alike.Yohan gave a slow nod. “Tariq Khyber may be many things—arrogant, delusional, proud—but he is not suicidal. And holding on to that bank would be just that.”There was silence again. The gravity of what had just transpired still lingered in the air like smoke after a fire.Christopher leaned back, his expression unreadable now. “Good,” he murmured. “Then we proceed.”As he walked through the opulent corridors of what was once his bank, every polished surface, every gleaming marble pillar, seemed to mock him. The quiet efficiency of the bank’s staff, onc
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 2
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 dom
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