Prologue

The night crept in, the cool breeze swept across the streets as it wandered about with howling noise. The silence of the night could tell it was late and most people had retired to bed.

A young man could be seen thudding his head on a wall, he made a gurgling sound with tears in his eyes.

This man's breath was shaky, and his nose sniffed making a slurpy sound.

His hands were trembling, and he tried spitting out a word, but his tongue was too heavy to roll. His body was stiffen while his feet curl.

He had a cap covering his face, and one could barely see his face. His dark outfit seems like one who was mourning.

This young man was in an isolated area as it was difficult to see passerbys and even if they were, none were attempting to aid him.

He was seated on the ground, terrified over something that could claim his life, but the truth would always find a chance to crawl out.

The phone which was close to his legs beeped. Several missed calls but his hands could not reach out to it as only sobbing had him.

"What have I done?" He cried terrified and wincing in pain.

Suddenly, he jerked up from where he sat and pulled out a flashdrive which was seal in a polythene bag.

It was like though he was remote control or a ray of hope had found him. His red eyes glared at the polythene bag and then, scrutinized the environment he was if perhaps, someone was watching him.

A soft sigh left him and at last he could speak.

"This is the only chance I got, I have to save myself"

His intense look at this bag could tell that there was something attached to this flash drive. He mustered strength to rise from where he sat, picked up his phone and began to make a quick call.

Meanwhile, there was someone in the dark watching this anxious man from behind. This shadow loom over the young man who was subconscious of who was behind him.

At last the person he was trying to call responded to his call and he said;

"I have the evidence..." He haven't finished his speech when suddenly he felt a sharp pain at his lower abdomen. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelid as he flinched where he stood.

Blood gushed out from that part of his body and he growled in pain, gradually turned back to see if someone was there but it was only  darkness and no one.

He realized he had been stabbed by an unknown person and he slumbered at once. The phone in his hand glide off while viberating and the only thing his ears heard was;

"Hello!! Anyone on the phone? Hello!!"

The person he had called muffled on the phone but there was no response from him rather, this person suddenly heard footstep appearing in the background and the phone disconnected.

***

It was no longer a big news that every witness against the most populous company in the world ends up meeting their early grave and the crimes against it gets discharged.

The affairs of this company was managed by the Thompson's family. The great and mighty company's bloody affairs were run by the youngest son of the conglomerates.

No one could challenge them and anywhere they go, they take the uphand. In most cases, the Thompson's family rules the country.

However, the emergence of this company began with a secret and that secret, no one could find or reveal.

Wealth defined the nation and so who could be up against the powerful men in this society? There was always a way to come out of their crimes.

The head of the family known as doctor mike Thompson potrays a strict man who didn't care who succeeds after him but as long as one is capable of running his affairs, he was fine by that.

He had two sons, an illegitimate son who is the first and his biological son who is the youngest. Doctor mike treats them differently and everyone could tell who his favourite was.

It was none other than the ruthless Louis. His younger son and the one who runs his secret affairs.

Every eye were on that young lad because he had what other competitors were looking for, the secrets to his father's success.

Most people were frighten to associate with this man because anywhere he appears, terror lurks in. He was similar to his father and a lot worst.

He was nicknamed "the devil on suit" and was never accountable to any social vices. 

For the first son, he was the pride of the poor because he was considerate and fights against injustice. Perhaps, that's why his father often belittled.

Howbeit, one could barely differentiate a wolf in sheep clothing. Every silence had a meaning attached to it. Every demon has a weakness.