The five city council officials sat straight in their chairs. The woman who had spoken earlier, the one with a serious face, placed a thin folder on the glass table.“We’re here on behalf of the City Financial & Oversight Committee,” she said. “My name is Rebecca Haines, and these are my colleagues, Mr. Lindell, Ms. Margo, Mr. Dean, and Mr. Sydney. We have some questions regarding your companies, Mr. Amaro.”Nicholas forced a polite smile. “Of course. Please, ask whatever you need.”Rebecca opened the folder. “Starting with Amaro Construction, the company received city contracts worth over four million last year. Yet your quarterly reports show suspicious delays, unfinished projects, and untraceable subcontractors.”Nicholas’s fingers tightened around the arm of his chair. “We had delays because of supply issues…steel shortages and the like.”Ms. Margo cut in, flipping to another page. “Then there’s Amaro Logistics. You claimed 18 delivery trucks. We traced only six in working order.
Zagaff frowned. “Who is that?”“Her name is Kamala Reynolds,” Macholo said. “Tellan spotted her at Club Mirage. We did a little digging, but it looks like she’s hiding something.”Zagaff stared at the photo, then looked at Macholo. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes still on the picture of Kamala wearing his name across her chest.“So,” he said, lifting his eyes to Macholo, “what did we find out about this Kamala Reynolds?”Macholo stood straight, with his hands behind his back. “She told Tellan she works in fashion,” he said. “That’s all we’ve got for now, but me and the team we’re still digging.”Zagaff gave a slow smirk and nodded. “Interesting, here’s someone walking into my world, brave enough to wear my name… even without knowing who I really am.”He paused, tapping his fingers on the armrest. “That’s the kind of power I like; a name that speaks for you in the shadows. Even though I sit here quietly, my name is making noise in the streets.”Macholo gave a small nod, but said n
Victor stood up slowly and began pacing with his hands behind his back.“You didn’t think we’d notice, did you?” Victor said, not even looking at him. “You really thought you could walk into my employee’s apartment… and plant a camera?”Matteo felt like he had stopped breathing. “I didn’t do anything,” he whispered.Victor leaned forward slightly in his chair, his elbows were on his knees, and his voice was light…it was a game he liked to play.“I’m not interested with that part either, but tell me something… do you think your boss, Nicholas Amaro, has even noticed you’re gone? Or will he only start to worry in the morning? Maybe even later?”Matteo didn’t answer, and he gritted his teeth.Victor tilted his head with a smile on his face.“Or maybe,” he said slowly, “Nicholas is too busy making moves; planning attacks…thinking we don’t see what he’s doing.”Victor’s eyes narrowed before he continued.“Do you know what your boss is planning?”Matteo exhaled deeply. Then, with a look of
Wendy closed the gate slowly and turned around. Her steps felt heavier than usual as she walked back into the house. The morning sun was shining through the windows, lighting up the rooms, but to Wendy, everything felt a little dimmer.She tied her apron around her waist and went into the kitchen. The smell of breakfast was still in the air. She picked up the plates from the table and started clearing them, her hands were moving without thinking, and her mind was far away.She kept picturing Sylvania’s face; she looked calm, but with something sad behind her eyes. Wendy could still hear her voice, it was soft, but there was something that felt like she was in pain: “Maybe I won’t come back.”She stopped for a moment and leaned on the counter. Her eyebrows pulled together, and she let out a slow breath. “Where could she be going?” she whispered to herself.Wendy picked up a dish and started washing it, and she dipped her hands in warm soapy water. A little frown was still on her face,
Meanwhile, inside Marco’s apartment, Boaz stood still for a second; his eyes were wide with shock.Marco was lying flat on the floor, and he wasn’t moving. His arms were by his sides, and his face was whiter than normal. Boaz rushed to him and knelt down beside him, he was panicked, wondering what to do.“Marco?” he called out, tapping his shoulder gently. “Marco, can you hear me?” but there was no answer.For a second, Boaz feared the worst; he thought Marco was dead, but then he noticed his chest was rising slowly, and he was breathing. He placed two fingers on Marco’s neck and felt a little pulse.“He’s alive,” Boaz whispered, letting out a shaky breath. “But I need help before it’s too late.”He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Doctor Philip’s number.“Boaz?” Doctor Philip answered.“Doc, it’s Marco. He’s unconscious,” Boaz said, trying to keep calm. “He’s not responding. I think something was in a bottle that was delivered to him.”“I’m on my way now,” Doctor Philip replie
After a few minutes of driving, Russell drove through the gates of his house and parked his car. The yard was quiet, and he stepped out slowly, his mind was still full of questions.He walked to the front door and unlocked it. The soft smell of food drifted from inside the house.“Wendy?” he called gently as he stepped in.“I’m coming! Just a minute,” Wendy replied.Russell walked in and saw her at the dining table. She was setting plates and placing bowls of food down, her apron still tied around her waist.“Hey,” Russell said. “Has Sylvania come back yet?”Wendy paused, holding a spoon in her hand. She looked up at him.“No, she hasn’t. Aunt Sylvania’s not home yet,” she said.Russell blinked in surprise. “She’s not home?”Wendy shook her head. “I thought maybe she was with you.”“No,” Russell muttered, now more confused.He rubbed the back of his neck and slowly walked to the bar counter. He opened the small fridge, pulled out a cold bottle of beer, and popped the cap off. Then he