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CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX
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A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN
ARROW’S POV It was an electric moment, with all six contestants going their separate ways, caught in their own thoughts. The challenge loomed over them like the sword of Damocles, its edge positively glowing. They knew they were going to enter a crucible in the next seven days, a test of their creativity, skill, and resolve. The odd one joined the tease of questioning. "I'll be watching your progress," came the low voice of the man whose words dripped with enigma. He held their eyes with an intensity that gave the rest a shiver. "I'll be waiting for you to reveal your masterpieces." Then he blended in with the crowd, leaving the others to ponder the stranger's identity and his true intent. A benefactor? A critic? Something altogether more sinister? The other five challengers exchanged apprehensive glances as torturous questions raced through their minds. What was he after? What did he want from them? What kind of masterpiece was he expecting? Parting ways, the six went back to the
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ARROW’S POV But that was much later, after the crash echoed through the studio only to be followed by a shattering sound. The man's eyes opened wide at the noise and before he realized what was happening, he raced towards the sound. I fastened my pace and hurried behind him, my heart thundering in expectation. We both reached what would be the source of the noise: one of the challengers' canvases had fallen off its perch, and the artwork lay shattered on the floor. But there was even more. Beyond the ravaged canvas, at the other side of the wall, there was another, it looked like, conjured out of thin air. It was a magnificent mural, bright with color, and it had an intricate pattern. His eyes would fly open with wonder and turn into my face with a quizzical look. "What has gone on just like this?" he asked, wonder mixed in his voice. I shook my head in similar confusion. "I do not know," I said. "But this competition got a whole lot more interesting." While we pondered th
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ARROW’S POV Now as I sat in this atmosphere of applause from the audience, one of the investors lifted his hand, and I nodded for him to go ahead. "I have something to say," he said to all present, his voice a steady confident exclamation with some enthusiasm. "In fact, I want to take this opportunity to say that Arrow Company is where your money can grow. Indeed, most investors should invest in this company." His words left me with some proud excitement. Here was my venture, Arrow Craft Company, getting noticed by investors, and there inevitably appeared to be something big in the offing. "Many thanks, as always," I said with a smile to the investor. "I'm quite excited to hear that you are looking at our company. My worker did a fantastic job showing off our vision and values." The applause had died down, and I inhaled deeply to carry on with the prepared proceedings. "Now is the time for the main event," I announced with a smile to the audience. "It is time to call the chall
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ARROW’S POV I kept asking him even when the dread kept building within me. "What about your family? Are there any, by the way?" He sank back, leaning back into the chair, his eyes glittering with laughter in my presence. "My family is... complicated," he said, as though they were from a different... strand of existence. His answers began to sound like stuff out of a fantasy novel, but I was sure he kept something hidden. Or perhaps he was just messing with me. Either way, I was determined to get to the bottom of it. I leaned forward, curious. "A different strand of existence?" I echoed, trying to figure out whether he meant it the way it sounded. "You mean like, parallel universe or something?" He nodded slightly, the smile returning to his lips. "Something like that. Let's just say my family's... history is complicated and not really bound by the same rules as this reality." I rubbed my temples, feeling a slight headache coming on. This talk was getting weirder by the minute. "
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ARROW’S POV The eerie words of the man sent shivers down my spine as I considered how serious the matter was. I had to react extremely fast to protect the company and its people from this wild man, who seemed almost supernatural in his ability to get into our deepest secrets. I immediately called the top executives for an emergency meeting to discuss the problem and see what alternative I could give to the company. While we all gathered around the conference table, one could almost touch the tension. "We have to get rid of him," said one of the executive members in a straining voice tinged with desperation. "He is a liability, and we cannot have him around threatening our existence." Another executive nodded her head in agreement. "But how do we get rid of somebody that has... abilities like that?" she pondered, having already given a second thought to the very same question. We talked about everything from trying to understand this strange man's powers to calling for help from the
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ARROW’S POV After a moment, he spoke again in his low gravelly voice: "You're playing a game you don't understand, Mr. CEO," he said. "And you're going to lose." My heart started pounding as I tried to stay composed. "Who are you?" I demanded. The voice laughed. "You know exactly who this is," it said. "And soon enough, you'll know what I'm really after." The line terminated, leaving me with my phone in hand, pondering what's next from this mysterious man. For a minute, I sat there going through all the possibilities in my mind. Who was this strange guy? What could he possibly want from me and my company? I mentally reviewed previous encounters trying to match distant memories against anything remotely pointing toward answers. Resolute for getting to the bottom of it, I convened a meeting with my security team, to whom I delegated the assignment to trace the call. All security footage was also requested for them to find any leads about the mysterious man's identity. I had the i
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ARROW’S POV My anger toppled over, and I took a step closer to him. "You did not think you had any other option, did you? You are working for me, and you're getting paid well. You have a roof over your head, food on the table. And this is how you pay me back? By putting one of your colleagues in harm's way?" The head of a man hung really low, and he nodded slowly. "I know, sir. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I scoffed. "It won't happen again? You're going to make sure of that. “Guards!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the restroom. "Take him away! He's fired, effective immediately. Get him out of here and make sure he's never allowed back on company premises again." The guards rushed into the room, grabbed hold of the man, and started dragging him away all the while he struggled and protested. I was looking at them from the restroom door, totally unsatisfied with the whole affair. When they had left, I turned to the one who had been kidnapped and demanded, "Now, tell me
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VISHA’S POV It was difficult to have missed out on the trending topic-the mysterious man on my social media feed. That is literally trending everywhere. People were talking and speculating about him. I got interested, my curiosity piquing. I called my friend Jemima, who picked up on the first call. "Hey, girl! What's up?" she said. "Did you hear the news about that mysterious fellow?" I asked her again. "Yap! It's all over social media. But I have no idea what to believe," she replied. "Some say he is a billionaire; others say a recluse.” I laughed. "I know, right? It's like a mystery novel. I seriously need to get in deeper." "Me too," said Jemima. "Let's dig deeper and see what we can find out." We were now on the activity of digging for more information about this mysterious man. We hit the web, reading articles and social media posts. The more we read though, the more questions popped up. Who was this mysterious man, really? What was behind his enigmatic persona? A
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KALMIA’S POV "Aha, indeed, I will say it because I was the one who put your so-called planned career into action after it brought you down," she spat, maliciously. Visha's eyes flashed with defiance and she sneered at me. The fury surged, and my hands clenched into tight fists. But Visha wasn't done yet. "I framed everything up," she continued in a rising level of triumph tracing her voice. "I turned Jemima against you and shouted toward me, throwing her eyes like the evil beacon on top. It was like getting hit in the gut; breath taken out. "No, oooo," I screamed, throat raw and voice trembling with emotion. "Nothing could separate the things about it. Then out into the air came the loudest cry I made. Tears were rolling down in continuance because each stroke of the event hit down hard at that instant. I couldn't bear the sharpness of pain and betrayal. I couldn't take the sound of another angry word flown in my direction again, as Visha had cut me too deep. I felt as if I was losi
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KALMIA’S POV Her words seemed to slice through the air like a knife, and her voice dripped with venom voicing all her discontent. "I never liked you, Kalmia," she said, looking at me with flashing eyes of fury and disdain. There was this sensation of hurt, surprise mixed with confusion as I furrowed my brows to understand the depth of her emotions. "What do you mean?" I queried in a whipser, scanning her countenance for signs of weakness. The bitterness on that face twisted into a smile that shone malignant hues in her eyes. "So you said I hurt you, and I'm apologizing now, this?" My voice had incredulity and frustration laced into it. How could she even think that I would accept that as compensation for all the damage she had done? Memories of past confrontations and betrayals rushed into my consciousness, replete with a sudden surge of fury and spite against her. Visha was a semblance of what one could have guessed-trapped deeply in her emotions, longing and thirsting for an uni
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KALMIA’S POV I wait outside the cell, anxiously glancing at Mr. Isah with a pleading face while panting in anticipation, tinged with a bit of nervousness. "I'm looking forward to seeing my lost sister, Visha," I say, voice almost inaudible, spilling from my mouth like a confession. Mr. Isah inclined his head in deep understanding; his very look was sympathetic, and turned to lead me through the station, his long strides chewing up the distance into nothingness. Strong cold fluorescent light above the hub flickered and hummed, casting a glaring light on those forms. A heavy, cloying scent of disinfectant hovered in the stagnant air, mixed with a cursed faint tang of despair. My footsteps echoed down the walls as I walked with Mr. Isah into the depths of the station. When we arrived at the cell, Mr. Isah grasped the handle and pushed it open in a slow creak before stepping inside, leaving a dim light casting long shadows across the little room. "Visha", I called, my voice so sweet, l
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MR ISAH’S POV I sat at the station in the dark. The soft fluorescent light above cast an eerie glow on the empty chairs and faded floor. Anticipation held my heart in its place, echoing like the drumbeat in my chest throughout my entire being. "Just wai for me, sir," I mumbled to myself with eyes turned toward the phone, where a text from Kalmia said: "I'm on my way", flashing on the screen like a light at the end of a tunnel. "Okay then," I said to myself, slumping back in the chair, a wave of relief washing through my being with the straightening of my spine on the worn-out issue. Time moved forward, and in this losing dusky space, each second was a drag for eternity. I checked my watch what would seem like a million times but felt like the hundredth. My eyes scanned the entire empty station that was growing more impatient with each passing second. The silence clamped down hard, occasionally punctuated with the creaks in the old building and traffic buzzing outside. I shifted in
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MR ISAH’S POV Between walls of thickest warm air, bound by oppressive scents of sweat mingled with fear, I could hardly draw breath, and every breath that I drew seemed to carry some foreign weight crushing into my chest. Visha sat all hunched over in the wooden bench; shoulders barely perceptibly shook; her eyes looked down, refusing to meet mine, locked in mute insubordination to the unasked questions between us. A stubborn silence, thick and impenetrable, stretched between us and with every passing moment added that still very coiled tension within me. "Visha, I'm not answering any of your questions," she finally whispered, so softly it was hard to hear, like a thin thread in an oppressive hush. Although soft, the words smote me with the force of a corporeal blow, burning up the sparks of fury that had been at hand ever so low. "Then okay," I replied in said low, almost dangerous tone, "you are going to do that pen now." It was just a matter-of-fact statement, in the air of an
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MR ISAH’S POV The officer was swift in his movements as he quickly went to handcuff himself and brought out the cold, cruel metal that condemned even the eye of authority under fluorescent light. He moved with practiced ease as he snapped the iron restraints for the inevitable fate into place around Visha's wrists, the cliched sound like that of a prison door shutting. A clang like that of metal sounded ominously echoed around the cell. "No, ooooo," she screamed, her voice raising up in a desperate crescendo, trying to free herself from the steel cage. With her contorted body, she twisted and thrashed to no avail, digging deep the cruel bite of the cuffs into her skin. That metal sparkled like it was catching the light with a sinister radiance, almost seeming to taunt her with the cold, unyielding grip of reality. Her wrists seemed to have strained against the bindings, tendons standing out clearly as she struggled. As she fought against the handcuffs and began gasping more and mor
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VISHA’S POV About halfway through scaling the fence and reaching the top of the pole with my hands, I strained to boost myself up when I heard behind me the crunch of gravel footsteps. That sudden noise sent a bolt of dread surging through me, and I froze, fretting beneath the pumped rush of my heart. It left my mind blank with a complete psychological paralysis that made it difficult for me to think or even move. "I arrest you," he declared, his voice reverberating through the night, sounding almost like a funeral bell. This revitalized my stupor like splashes of cold water. Officer's words put in the air the formality of that situation. "Come down," they commanded him, sounding strenuous and authoritative in tone. There was that swell of reluctance, the unwillingness of my body to listen, but I knew I had no choice. I began easing myself down and letting the hands slip from the fence as I fell to the ground. Every footfall driving into the ground became deafeningly loud like som
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VISHA’S POV I was sitting in my office, lit only by the computer screen glimmering on my face as I awaited the emergence of this very message on my desktop. A rush of anxious happiness surged through me; my heart raced with expectancy. With a purpose that was near to mania, my fingers began to type as I opened the message that contained the address for the person we had chased for so long. I felt like an electrifying spark coursing through my body: it was time. Without hesitation, I activated working mode; execution took over—just like one hundred thousand times before. "Men!" I yelled to my team, sturdy and decisive, like a thunderclap in the office. My boys, all junior in rank to me, came flocking to my side in a state of excitement and anticipation. "Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" they said in chorus, almost kneeling before me. Expectation filled their eyes. I instructed them articulately and brief, my tone steady and calm. "Get the van ready, we need to arrest a suspect," I uttered. T
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ARROW’S POV I dialed Mr. Isah's line, my fingers seemingly having a mission of their own, as I anticipated his pick-up. I had known Mr. Isah since I was a boy and now a cop; I could always count on him for something: a source of counsel and support. The ringing gave me a major sense of relief. I was calling someone who might help. "Is he on yet?" Kalmia asked me, curious and worried. I nodded and kept my eyes glued to that phone, waiting for Mr. Isah to pick up. "Yes, my love; do not worry," I tried reassuring her that everything would work out. When Mr. Isah finally picked up, I cheerfully said, "Good day, Mr. Isah." "Good day, Arrow; how have you been?" came the deep and authoritative reply from the other end. I smiled; it had been a comforting voice through time. "Very well, sir," I answered, almost overacting in my calmness and composure. "Ah, that's good to hear; what do you need from me today?" was his cordial tone. I inhaled deeply to compose myself and start the reason for
