LOGINKate met with the Head of Acquisition, a meeting that turned into an interview. She passed with flying colors, but there were other qualified people looking for the same job. She used her fabricated alias’s reputation to meet with Michael’s competitors, and she managed to position herself as the only consultant capable of navigating the complex merger Michael was struggling to complete.
She got into her apartment at night. Her reflection stared back at her in the mirror of her washroom. She was amazed by how far she had come, but she knew it was just the beginning of what was to come, and she needed to stay focused. She secured a one-on-one with Michael via Mr. Ryan, the Head of Acquisitions.
Two days later, she was ushered into the executive boardroom by the nervous and sweating, Mr. Ryan. The room was expansive with a table in the middle that stretched across the length of the room. She sat in a leather chair, waiting to meet Michael.
Michael Curry stepped into the room, his entrance commanding attention. He wore an all-white suit, shades, and one of the most expensive watches in the world. He nodded to Mr. Ryan, a sign that meant to leave us alone.
“Ms. Vance, welcome,” Michael said with a commanding voice as he extended his hand across the table.
Kate locked eyes with him. She met his palm with hers. What was supposed to be a brief handshake, turned into a brief moment of uneasiness for Kate. The contact sent a jolt of electric energy up her arm. She was lost in thought, but gained composure, and pulled her hand back immediately.
Back to business. “Mr. Curry, I understand you've reached a standstill in the Hernandez company acquisition. My firm specializes in areas like this,” Jane started.
Michael stood up, and walked towards the glass wall, his back facing Jane. “Your proposal has been read to me. Your firm is unfamiliar but my research told me your success is overwhelming. I don't hire without full evidence. Tell me why I should trust you with a nine-figure deal in one sentence.” He turned, took a seat, and fixed his gaze on her as he waited for an answer.
It wasn't just a challenge, it was a test of her competence and nerve. Kate met his gaze without flinching. “Because you're looking at everything from the wrong lens. The Hernandez CEO is not interested in the price, it's his legacy he is concerned about. What you need to do is to offer him a seat on your board, not a higher payout.”
Michael’s jaw dropped. He unfolded his arms, and he stared at Kate with genuine surprise. “Your assumption is impressive but it might end up costing me.”
“Well, this is not an assumption, it's an analysis,” Kate corrected. “I've gone through his history of transactions. He sold his last company for a fraction of its worth just to retain a seat on the board and control the foundation. He is a man who values power and prestige over mere money. Your current offer insults his ego. My solution inflates it."
Michael continued to stare at her in a long tense moment. Jane felt an unsettling thrill within her. She knew the stakes of the dangerous game she was playing, but it gave her excitement.
After a long moment of silence, Michael’s lips curved into a smile. He could sense determination and perhaps danger, but he didn't care. “You're hired, Ms. Vance. On a provisional basis. I'll give you ten days to secure the Hernandez deal using your ‘theory.’ Failure to secure the deal will result in you considering yourself unhired. Win the deal, then we would be talking about a permanent position.”
The meeting that was supposed to end in minutes, continued for an hour with Kate explaining the complex nature of the deal with sure precision. She studied Michael as she went on with her analysis. She could sense loneliness in the ruthless businessman. She could sense that Michael wasn't just a simple monster, but a complex one, and that made him a dangerous target.
The meeting ended with both parties satisfied. As Jane packed her briefcase, Michael stepped closer—a few steps away from her.
“I should sack Ryan,” Michael stated. “He would have spent several weeks coming up with a strategy, and the sad part is that it would be the wrong strategy.”
“He might not be as intelligent as you'd have liked but his loyalty is unwavering. You can't buy that anywhere.”
“True, but I prefer competence to loyalty,” Michael countered as he walked back towards the glass wall. He watched the busy streets from above like a hawk waiting to pounce on prey. “It's weird, but I have a strong feeling about you. You see things others don't. You're motivated.”
“My motivation stems from the fact that you…” Kate lost herself for a moment. She almost gave herself out. “It's my job,” she said finally as she shut her briefcase.
Michael turned from the wall, his eyes dark and intense. "I want to discuss a few strategies with you at a private dinner reservation tonight. Be there at nine. We can finalize the strategy.”
Kate didn't want to attend. She wanted revenge, but it was moving too fast than she had anticipated, and she also saw it as the first step toward the seduction phase. She tried to play smart. “I have a meeting with a client at the same time, Mr. Curry, I'm sorry,” the lie slid out of her mouth.
Michael gave her a charming smile, the one that melts the hearts of uninterested people. The smile sent a shiver down her spine. “I'm sorry, but you have to cancel your appointment, mine is more important. Consider it a test of your dedication. Nine o'clock. The National Theatre."
He walked toward her till he stood two steps from her. He brushed his fingers against the side of her head. The touch was brief, but electric and intimate.
“I'll reserve a seat for you,” he said with a seductive voice.
He stared at her again, but this time, he looked straight into her eyes. For a second, he felt he had seen a ghost. The eyes looked familiar, but he brushed it off. He then gave out a genuine smile and stepped away. He turned back, hoping to catch Kate staring at him while he walked away. His guess was right, Kate’s eyes met his. He turned forward and disappeared behind the door.
Kate breathed a sigh of relief. She kept her eyes unchanged since it was the only thing that reminded her of her parents. The fact that Michael had invited her meant her plan was still in motion even though it was moving at a pace faster than she had anticipated.
Phil felt a wave of shock flush through his core as he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He glanced at his shoulder and saw blood blooming from it. Michael strolled forward and paused behind her. Phil fell to his knees, his hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he whispered—to Jane, or to himself. Jane stared at him for a moment, she felt pity—something she never thought she'd feel for him after what she had done to her. But, he was the one who made her stronger, the one who was there for her when she had nowhere to go. The sound of the sirens grew nearer. “Go,” Phil said. “Before they get you. Go, now!” Jane was stuck for a moment. Then she turned, grabbing Michael and Luke, dragging them toward the shadows of the garden beyond the greenhouse. Phil could not take his eyes off them as they vanished through the garden. His vision blurred. Jane didn't look back—not for a second. She knew she had to move with strict urgency. She was momentarily paralyzed after Phil’s encounter but s
As they stepped into the corridor behind the study, the once-peaceful environment erupted into controlled chaos. Emergency lights strobbed along the wall painting everything in red shadows. From both sides of the hallway, armed security men trooped in. The men who came in were Palmer’s private security men mixed with a few of Blackwood's estate cards who appeared confused. They had forgotten where their loyalty lay. “I think we should go left. It feels safe to do that. left, now!” Michael barked, his voice sounded strained, but it had command in it. Jane reacted instantly, hooking Luke’s arm around her shoulders as she pivoted. Her father’s weight dragged on her, years of confinement and injury slowed him, but she refused to let go. She felt Michael’s hand at the small of her back, firm, guiding, protective.A disturbing sound erupted behind. The sound was deafening in the narrow passage. A plastic material exploded right by Jane’s head. She was fast enough to dodge it. She turned b
Phil knew he had to make the tough decision. One he never anticipated. He was being tested. The organization wanted to know where his loyalty lies. The only way was to put Jane in the mix. They knew he had a soft spot for her. Meanwhile, in the Blackwood mansion, the words struck like a blade through the bare skin. Jane released her breath after she realized she had been holding her breath. “You’ve been aware of most of our moves,” she said slowly. “You were there. You listened attentively and silently. You reported every move. You coward.”Daniel’s smile widened further, “You were outstanding, I must admit. The ruthless Kate Vance who has now made love her weakness. You were the perfect weapon. The updates I gave them were top-notch.”Jane’s fingers trembled, but she managed to roll them into fists. Michael turned his head slightly, his voice was a low rumble. “You were a contributing factor in making her suffer. You're a disgrace, Daniel. You know nothing about loyalty.”Daniel’s
“The backup generators will kick-start after five minutes I think, that's all the time we have,” Jane said, her eyes fixed on the timer she was setting on her wristwatch. “Let's move, now.” They rolled like shadows with Jane leading the way to the old greenhouse. It was the entry point to the service tunnel. The greenhouse was a prestigious antique that her mother cherished—a glass sanctuary now overrun by vines and the touch of neglect. Jane looked around, trying to remember where the entrance was. Then, she found it. The tunnel’s entrance was hidden under a heavy, antique stone planter. The tunnel had become tighter than Jane anticipated. It was a narrow, claustrophobic passage that reeked of damp earth and forgotten things. They crept through the darkness in a slow but deliberate fashion. They used the faint glow of their headlamps to maneuver their way through the tunnel. “I don't think he's holding your father as a way of showing off, Jane,” Michael whispered, his voice echoin
The room was filled with silence, vengeance, and pain. The realization of the fresh betrayal sent a wave of nausea through them. The depth of the deception, the sheer audacity of his performance, was staggering. He hadn't just delivered the worst form of betrayal, he had lived a complete lie for years, basking in the reflected glory of the family he was strategically destroying. He was a man no one would believe could hurt a fly. “He’s played his role emphatically. I must give him that. He has been secretly gaining power,” Michael stated, his eyes blazing with a dangerous light. “Everything is coming together now. If he has been in the shadows and causing havoc, then I think he was the one who really tipped off the police about the fraud. He must be the one who put the eagle crest on the Project Manowa documents. He should be the one behind using your father’s own security system to build his empire. He is the one they call ‘The Taker.’ I believe this strongly. No one else could be.”
The picture on the screen felt like an uppercut, taken right on the chin. It was a picture that mocked their failure—a picture that sent a wave of emotions through their core. The study, once a place of peace, knowledge, and warmth, was now a stage for a nightmare. Her father, once a king in the mansion, was now a disgraced and dethroned king. The shadowy figure behind him was a phantom, a ghost in their own narrative, and the eagle tattoo was a brand, a symbol of a power they had grossly underestimated.“My father is not free,” Jane whispered, her voice shaking and her breath hitched. “They have him in our house, Michael.”Michael wrapped his arm around her, providing a solid, grounding presence in the dizzying whirlwind of her despair. Michael tried hard to mask his anger. His blood was running hot but he had to stay calm, support Jane, and come out with a plan. “I don't think Phil has a hand in this one. For the first time, he isn't the one taunting us,” he said, his voice a low, d







