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Inside a large hall, about two hundred or more students sat, staring at the man dressed in a neatly ironed charcoal suit. His jet-black hair was smoothly brushed back with a few strands falling over his face. Adrian Vale calmly wrote a sentence across the whiteboard before placing the marker down.
"Leadership," he began, "isn't about making the smartest decision. It's about making the right decision even when every option comes with a price."
His voice was deep and steady, echoing through the hall. No one dared to interrupt him.
He was the only lecturer no student dared to go against because unlike the other lecturers, Adrian never raised his voice, he was calm and his composure alone commanded attention.
"Imagine you're the CEO of a company facing bankruptcy," he continued. "You have enough funds to save only one department. Which do you choose?"
Many students rose their hands. In the end, he picked a female student sitting in the first line.
"The sales department," the lady answered confidently. "Without sales, the company can't survive."
Adrian nodded his head. "Reasonable," he said and nodded to another student.
"The finance department," the young man replied.
"And why is that?" Adrian asked him.
"Because they control the company's wealth," the young man replied.
"well, for today's lesson, you're both wrong," he said while smiling faintly.
"What!"
"How come!"
"Is he being serious?"
The students whispered through the hall.
Adrian walked away from the podium, his hands in his pockets.
"The first thing a leader saves isn't a department," he said and paused for a second or two. "It's the people capable of rebuilding everything else."
"Interesting..." One student muttered.
The lecture continued until the bell rang.
"That's all for today," Adrian said.
The students closed their books immediately and began to leave the class one after the other until the class was empty.
Adrian remained behind, organizing his notes.
"Here you are."
Adrian looked up, a man was standing in front of the podium, hands in his pockets. Seeing the man, he frowned.
"What are you doing here?"
"It's been five years. Everyone thought you were dead," the man said. "Who would believe that you are here hiding under the umbrella of a fake identity."
"Why are you here?" Adrian asked, remaining untouched by the man's words.
"Isn't it obvious, Mr. Adrian... Or better still, Shadow, like you are fondly called."
Adrian looked around immediately, it was just the two of them.
The man smirked. "Are you worried that someone might hear us? No one will and if someone eventually does, I'll..." The man paused.
"You will do what?" Adrian asked him, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing," the man said and began to laugh.
Adrian waited until the man had had enough before standing up.
"It's been five years already like you said and I love my life here. I do not wish to go back to the past."
The man hearing this, scoffed. "You think you can forget about the past so soon? That's impossible because that is who you are. A killer will always be a killer, it is who you are. You've shed blood a lot both the guilty and innocent alike. What makes you think the organization will leave you once they find out that you are still alive? You're dreaming."
"So what do you intend to do?" Adrian asked him. "Go tell them that I am alive somewhere? If that's what you want, go ahead. But I will never go back to the past."
Adrian carried his books and made to leave but the man's next words made him stop in his tracks.
"Little Devil is back."
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In another part of the city, Ethan Sinclair was having a discussion with his mother Evelyn Sinclair, the president of Sinclair Entertainment Industry. The company was named after his father because he was the founder. Even after his untimely death, his wife Evelyn refuses to change the name no matter how much pressure she gets from the board of directors and the public too.
"Mom, I've told you many times, I don't care about the family's business. I want to become a writer, not some president or whatever," Ethan grumbled before his mother.
Ethan has been spoilt right from his birth. His parents showered him with so much love, giving him everything and anything he needed. Though not the only child, but he was doted on more than his elder brother, Jeremy.
Because of how he was spoilt rotten, he grew up becoming rebellious and stubborn. Not only that, his grades were so poor because he doesn't want to be serious with his studies.
"But you are the heir to the company, it's your right and you must do it," Evelyn said, trying her best to be calm.
Ethan frowned. "Jeremy is there, he can do it. Besides, he is the eldest, it is his duty to take over the family's business not mine."
Evelyn frowned at the mention of Jeremy. "You can say whatever you want, Ethan. But the family's business is yours to take over, not anyone's." She stood up and left the parlor, returning to her room immediately.
Ethan sighed and also got up, but instead of going to his room, he picked up his car keys and left the house.
Outside the large house, Ethan walked over to the black sports car parked at the corner. He climbed in, and drove off instantly. It was night but he didn't care.
Ethan is a university student, studying business law and management, just to please his family, his mother most especially. Ever since her husband died tragically, she has constantly pushed Ethan into the family's business, against his own will.
Ethan never lacked anything but the only thing he loved, his mother would not let him do it.
Soon, he arrived at a hospital building with a large inscription 'St Louis Hospital' boldly written above it.
He parked well, and came down from his car. Then he pulled out his phone and dialed a number but even after many rings, no one picked up. While frowning, he entered the hospital.
He walked past the receptionist, and went straight to where doctor offices were. He got to one particular office but before he could get closer, a nurse stopped him.
"Sir, Doctor Martins is busy. Can't see anybody for now."
Ethan paused. He turned to look at the nurse who had just stopped him.
"Are you new here? Who are you?" He asked her.
"Yes sir, I am new but —"
"Then I'll let it slide," he said and made to walk past her but she blocked his path. This made him stunned.
"With all due respect sir, I don't want to lose my job."
"You are going to still lose it either way. Out of my way!" Ethan said and pushed the nurse aside.
He grabbed the door and opened it. But froze the moment he stepped into the office.
The next morning... Ethan woke up with a throbbing headache. He looked around, seeing himself in a room that doesn't look familiar, he frowned and got down from the bed. He glanced at the table, then saw a bottled drink and a short paper. He went there and picked the paper up. "Take the honey water and go back home." The letter was short but Ethan already knew who the letter was from. "Ah, damn it!" He grunted. He then remembered everything that he did last night. This made him regret coming to the bar in the first place. But another part of him was happy because he ended up sleeping in Adrian's room and not some stranger's own. He slide the paper into his pocket, then took the honey water and drank it all. After that, he grabbed his car keys which was on the table and left the room. Outside the door, a man in suit was standing there. Seeing Ethan come out of the room, the man turned and lowered his head. "Good morning, sir." "Who are you?" Ethan asked, frowning. "My boss a
Earlier.... Adrian was sitting in his room when one of his men, the on he had out in charge of watching over Ethan walked in looking rather worried. "Boss." Adrian looked up from the newspaper in his hand, meeting the man's worried expression, he frowned. "What is it?" "Boss, that bar-boy took him away." Adrian sprang to his feet. "To where?" "The store rooms," the man replied. Before he could continue, Adrian rushed out of the office. Present... Standing at the door is an angry-looking Adrian. He was staring furiously at Noah. "That's enough!" He roared and rushed inside. He shoved Noah aside, causing the boy's back to hit the crates. Then went close to Ethan. "Hey..." Ethan was drunk. His eyes were almost closing, even though he didn't know what exactly was going on, he felt Adrian's presence. As the strong arms wrapped around him, he opened his eyes halfway. "Adrian?" He mumbled. But the man didn't respond and lifted him up in his arms. He was abo
Ethan leaned back against the chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the wooden table as his eyes wandered around the lively bar. Loud music echoed through the room while laughter and conversations blended into one another. Couples danced under the colorful lights, completely immersed in their own little world. Yet Ethan felt strangely out of place. He let out a quiet sigh. "One day..." he muttered under his breath. "I'm going to leave all of this behind." He narrowed his gaze. "The Sinclair Group, the title of heir, the expectations... All of it." Ethan didn't want any of them. All he wants is a peaceful life where he could write stories without anyone deciding his future for him. "...Your drink." A gentle voice interrupted his thoughts. Ethan looked up. The bar-boy had returned, carrying a crystal glass filled with a pale blue liquid. Tiny ice cubes floated inside while thin wisps of cold mist curled over the rim of the glass. He gently placed the drink on the table. "Sw
Ethan waited until the meeting was over. Lectures and the board of directors walked out of the Dean's office. Evelyn also came out and walked toward her son. Adrian was the last to come out, he was carrying a box containing his documents. Despite the whispers and low curses, he held his head high as he walked through the crowd. "You deserve to be punished!" "Evil man!" "Serves him right!" The moment Ethan saw him, he forgot the fact that he was in public. "Mr. Adrian!" He called. Adrian stopped in his tracks the moment he heard the familiar voice. Evelyn wanted to stop Ethan from going but before the word would leave her mouth, Ethan was already gone. She could only watch helplessly as her son rushed over to the other man. "Mr. Adrian," Ethan called as he neared Adrian. "What are you doing here?" Adrian asked with a slight frown. "Mr. Adrian, I know you didn't do it. I believe you," Ethan told him with every assurance. He had at least expected a positive reply from Adrian
Throughout that night, Ethan could not sleep. He kept tossing and tossing till it was daybreak.Without wasting time, he grabbed his phone and went downstairs, thre he saw his mother already dressed for work and was having breakfast."Morning, Mom," he greeted her."Good morning, Ethan" she replied. She looked at her son and immediately noticed the dark circles under his eyes. "Didn't you sleep last night?" She asked him."Yes mom, I couldn't sleep," Ethan replied, pulling the seat beside her and sitting down.Just then, Sarah walked in carrying another plate of food."Breakfast, young master."Ethan looked at Sarah. "Thank you."Sarah smiled and left."So yell me, Ethan. Why couldn't you sleep last night?" Evelyn asked Ethan. "Is it because of the news?"Ethan didn't respond immediately."Yes, Mom."Evelyn frowned. "That's not a reason for you not to sleep. I don't see the reason why someone like him will do such a thing.""Mom..." Ethan turned, staring at his mother. "He didn't do i
As Adrian stepped into his small apartment, he could not fully take off his mind off Ethan.He unloosened his tie with one hand while he dropped the books he was carrying in the other hand on the table. He walked straight to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, then grabbed a glass and poured in some of it. Then, he grabbed the glass and went over to the window, he gazed down at the street while sipping the alcohol.Seconds later, the world around him faded and what came next was the scene from last night. Everything played slowly, giving him the feelings that it was happening at the moment.After some time, he shook his head and pulled himself out of the thought. The thought of sleeping with his student didn't just sit right with him. Adrian let out a long breath before emptying the remaining whiskey in his glass.He had always drawn a clear line between his personal and professional life. All these years he taught at the university, he never looked at any student b







