She walked professionally while holding a tablet in her hands. Ever since Russell had married Sylvania, Natasha had noticeably stopped flashing him the unnecessary smiles she used to give.“Good morning, Mister Thompson,” Natasha greeted. “I just wanted to inform you that your eleven-thirty meeting with the finance team has been moved to twelve noon. There’s also a package that just arrived for you. It’s at reception if you’d like me to bring it up.”Russell leaned back in his chair, giving her a brief but appreciative nod. “Thank you, Natasha. I’ll adjust my schedule for the meeting. As for the package, no need to trouble yourself; I’ll pick it up later when I get a break.”Natasha nodded. “Very well. Let me know if you need anything else.”“Will do,” Russell replied, flashing a quick smile before turning back to the document on his screen.Natasha turned and walked out of the office, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She closed the door quietly behind her, leavin
Taking a deep breath, he replied, “Leah,” he said bravery. “She just texted me to come over.”The taller guard relaxed slightly, giving a small nod. “Alright, go on. Just don’t walk around here too long. We keep an eye on this lot.”“Of course, thanks, guys,” Tellan replied with a friendly tone, pretending to type something on his phone as he continued walking.When he reached Victor’s car, Tellan slowed his pace, still pretending to be focused on his phone. Suddenly, he stumbled slightly, dropping his phone on purpose so it slid under the car. “No way, seriously? Clumsy me!” he muttered loudly enough for the guards to hear, shaking his head in mock frustration.Crouching down, Tellan quickly reached under the car to retrieve his phone. In one smooth motion, he pressed the micro-dot GPS onto the underside of the car near the wheel well. The tiny device stuck securely, invisible to anyone who wasn’t specifically looking for it.“Gotcha,” Tellan whispered to himself, hiding his relief w
He grabbed his napkin, wiping his mouth as he set his fork down with a thud. “Admire Zagaff Manscent?” he said, his tone filled with disbelief. “Victor, are you serious? That man is nothing but a snake in a suit.”Victor raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprise. “Oh? Why do you say that, Leonardo?”Leonardo leaned forward with a low voice as he tried to control his anger. “Zagaff is the kind of man who shakes your hand while holding a knife behind his back. Let me tell you a story,” he began, gesturing with his fork. “There was a time I almost partnered with him, years ago. He promised me a fair deal, a partnership that would’ve made us both rich. But you know what he did? He deceived me. Stole the deal right out from under my nose and then turned around and made me look like a fool in front of the board. He doesn’t care about loyalty or trust. All he cares about is himself.”Victor nodded slowly, hiding the satisfaction he felt. He hadn’t even needed to push Leonardo; his hatred
Macholo leaned over the map, his fingers tracing a path through the streets. “Victor’s smart. He’s not going to make it easy for us to find him. But he’s also human. He has habits, players, even a hobby. We just need to find the weak link in his chain.”The men nodded, they knew they didn’t have much time. Yeyo grabbed a notebook and started writing down their next steps, while Lashar lit a cigarette, and his mind was spinning with so many ideas.Macholo straightened up, his eyes still on the map. “Tomorrow, we’ll split up. Lashar, you take the docks. Yeyo, keep an eye on the market district. Watch for anything unusual; new faces, deliveries, people acting nervous.”“And Marvin?” Lashar asked, breathing out a puff of smoke.Macholo looked at Marvin, who was playing with a gun that wasn’t loaded. “He’ll check out the runner’s alley. If Victor’s people are moving goods through there, I want to know what and where.”On the other side of the table, Vinny was hunched over his laptop. His f
Left alone in his office, Mayor Wallace glanced at the envelope in his hand. He knew the contents were important, but his desk was already piled high with urgent documents. He placed the envelope neatly on top of a stack of other files and said to himself, “I’ll get to it later,” before turning back to the city budget he was working on. The office continued to get busy around him as he refocused on his tasks, and he was to tackle one thing at a time.That afternoon, the great hall of Style Studios was transformed into an unbelievably beautiful venue for the most awaited bridal fashion show of the season. The event, called "Love Eternal Bridal," promised to showcase the most recent designs in wedding fashion, drawing excitement from all corners of the fashion world.The guests, dressed in their finest, slowly filled the hall, their conversations blending with the soft background music."I heard Sylvania’s new collection is breathtaking," one woman said to her friend as they sat down."
He arrived at the station early, and he parked his car in the parking lot after finding a spot close to the entrance. The gravel crunched under the tires as he came to a stop. He turned off the engine and stepped out, taking his leather briefcase and a vacuum bottle of coffee along with the envelope containing the report for Mayor Michael Wallace.James glanced around the parking lot and saw a few officers chatting and sipping their morning coffee. As he walked toward the entrance, several of them greeted him.“Morning, Detective,” Officer Mathews called out, raising his coffee cup in a friendly gesture.“Good morning,” James replied with a nod and a smile.“Busy day ahead?” another officer, a young recruit named Daniels, asked.“Always,” James said, keeping his pace calm.He reached the glass doors of the station, pushed them open, and walked inside. The station was already buzzing with the early shift at work, phones ringing and papers shuffling.He opened his office door and steppe