Ryker Time was ticking fast.Looking over at the files for a final time I stood up from my chair. The tension in my body felt evident as I stretched my shoulders, trying to shake off the weight of everything. The leather creaked softly as I pushed it back, the sound echoing in the quiet office.There was enough thinking. This was the time to take action and for that I had to prepare.I moved towards my personal restroom. The cool air enveloped me the moment I stepped inside, flicking in the fluorescent lights despite it being day time.In it, I could see my reflection.My gaze narrowed as I took in the sight of myself. My dark hair was perfectly in place, my suit impeccable and my posture still the perfect picture of calm. The exhaustion and worn nature was still there, subtle to my eyes but I knew that on the outside, I looked exactly the same.Inside however told a different story. I could see it in my eyes. There was no way in hell I could go out feeling like this. Not at the cha
Good day. As you can see this is not an official Chapter. I am glad to say that we have officially reached the 100TH mark in Losing Ryker: The Billionaire's Second Chance. I am glad and grateful for all of you that have been following the story so far (especially those that borne with the temporary hiatus). For the celebration of the 100th chapter I wanted to prepare something special. So for this place I will engage in a Q and A session for you all. Please feel free to ask me anything you're curious about regarding the book and the story so far. This can include the behind the scenes, characters, the inspiration or any plot points. I will explain to the best of my ability (No spoilers though, hehe) and engage with you to the fullest extent. So if there are any questions, let me know. I will keep this updated and am eager to hear your thoughts. The only question I will not answer will be regarding updates so if anyone asks “When will you update?” I will likely not answer. That as
RykerOn the screen was a news anchor speaking. I barely processed the particular station it was or whatever he was saying. The only thing that I could focus on was the footage playing on screen.I felt completely frozen yet the sight made my skin crawl. It was Robinson. Again.But this time… it was completely different.This footage, unlike the previous one, wasn't in the club. It was a familiar setting, one that matched the one I was in.This was in his office in Falloway Corporation.The vertical visuals hindered sight of everything else, as though the footage was captured in hidden view but the rest was clear. From the shot he was standing close, far to a young woman. It was clearly an employee from the tag.Her face was blurred out, but her body language screamed clear discomfort. No. Not just discomfort.Fear.The anchor's voice was gone, replaced with the static sound of the footage now in full view on the television. I watched as James Robinson raised his hand to stroke the
Ryker My eyes narrowed as I stared at it, completely dumbfounded. The news report looked surreal, near unbearable to see. I was frozen in place. As far as it was proven, most if not all the press was currently feeding into Robinson’s greasy palm. None were going to speak out against him. If so, what the hell is this? How did this happen? I turned slowly to Jason, my eyes narrowed. “What is this?” I asked even though I knew exactly what it was. He didn’t answer right away. Instead he nudged the tablet a little closer like I wasn’t already glued to it. “Keep reading,” he said. I dragged my eyes back to the screen, letting every word sink in meticulously. ‘James Robinson, has continuously lauded himself as a victim in the face of the press, using his influence to control the narrative as a philanthropist, father and clean businessman. No longer would you be fooled. The first and most viral incident regarding his so- called victimhood towards Ryker Davidson, CEO of
RykerShock and awe were written on their faces after my words. Still I could see the doubts as they looked at each other, unsure.“I’m not a puppet. Have never been, ” I added. “This company has always been important to me and I would never let anything or anyone get in the way of it thriving. I know what I'm doing. Let Jason know I said that.”For a moment, the hesitation remained on their faces before it soon melted into something final.Resignation.She tentatively took the folder. They shared a look before turning to me. “Understood, Sir.” she said They both nodded slowly before they turned away. The door was gently closed, leaving the place in silence.I leaned back, staring up at the ceiling.They would no doubt believe that I was locking myself in a corner. Jason had prepared for every single casualty and I had thrown it away without a glance. To them, it seemed careless and risky.But every word I said held true. I wasn't giving up my position in Falloway Cooperation, neith
RykerThe silence that surrounded the rest of the building after stepping out from the elevator felt good. Jason worked fast and effectively. Somehow, between the time we'd left I'd traversed to my floor Now no television was on. There was no soft murmur of news channels in the background, no staff whispering about the headlines. It was quiet. Exactly what I asked for.I pushed my office door open and shut it behind me. The silence followed me in.I didn't hesitate to draw myself into work. Immediately I sat down and I focused myself on the files that I hadn't worked on. Project reports, financial statements and more. That would be my solace for the next few hours.Time passed. There were no calls from the directors or shareholders. It gave a brief illusion that this was just another day in my life.But time was still ticking. Morning soon turned to midday. There was one hour left until the press conference. Time was running out and I was painfully aware of every single agonising