Mag-log inJonathan and Geoffrey sat at a quiet table in the cafe down in the hotel lobby. A few minutes later, Mr. Starkov appeared. He was accompanied only by Vlad. There were no handshakes, or introductions whatsoever.Jonathan gazed directly at the older man. Finally, after weeks of tension, they were meeting face-to-face. He leaned over the table, keeping his voice steady and low.“You will let the lad go free for now,” Jonathan said, his eyes locking onto Starkov's weathered face. “And I will keep the confession with me until Walter Media is completely safe.”Mr. Starkov chuckled, a dry, raspy sound. He hit his heavy black cane hard against the marble floor, making the coffee cups rattle. He lifted his chin and stared back at Jonathan with pure defiance. Then, he leaned forward, resting both of his rough hands on the cane.“This is not a game, Jonathan,” Starkov said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “I will find Yamalenko either way. You cannot protect him.”Jonathan nodded slowl
Geoffrey halted at a dark corridor. He wanted to be patient. A dark figure walked into the narrow passage between the concrete block of flats. When he saw him, he ran back. Geoffrey reversed the car and headed in his direction. The man disappeared down another corridor.Geoffrey followed slowly, taking in the small spaces between the buildings. He paused at the edge of one of the buildings.The man stepped out; and Geoffrey was leaning on his car, lighting a cigarette.His voice mumbled as he inhaled the white smoke."This is the end; no more rat chase, Yamalenko."Yamalenko gave up and approached him. His eyes were looking sideways."Who are you?" "How do you know my name?" he asked.Geoffrey opened the front seat. He turned. Yamalenko obeyed after seeing a pistol strapped around his waist.They drove out of the shanty town and into the city via another dark passage under a bridge.Geoffrey maintained his focus on the wheel. Yamalenko didn't know where he was going. As long as Stark
The tides were shifting. The storm still swept across the entire city of London. Not a physical storm, but a mental and emotional battle between the haves and have-nots.Yelena ended up in an Airbnb with Garrett. After all, one last time won’t hurt. She took off her heels very fast, kissing Garrett and holding his back. The man grabbed her butt as they proceeded to the bed.No questions, straight up to the bed. The night was cold, quiet, and calm—a perfect world for their indulging. Garrett took off her dress. Yelena lay on the bed naked. Garrett pulled her thongs with his teeth. Yelena grabbed his head and forced him up.She sucked his cold pink lips until they were wet. She spread her legs over the bed and Garrett slid into her. She grabbed him and pinned him between her legs. She moaned. He moved, slowly digging into her until she could feel it there, in her g-spot. Garrett pulled out and turned her.“You like to spoon a lot,” she whispered, turning on one side.Garrett lifted one
Evania sat across the table, staring at Montgomery. Elvis stood behind her, squeezing and playing with a small tennis ball. Mr. Freeman locked eyes with her.Evania’s face glowed. She chuckled before leaning forward. Her voice dropped low. “So, if you know where the killer is, why don't you just record a testimony? It could help,” she suggested.Mr. Freeman drawled, and the leather of his chair creaked as he stretched his tie. He sighed. “Yamalenko escaped. No one knows where he is.”Montgomery cleared her throat. “There was a sighting of blood stained hay at one of the barns. He might have jumped into one of those trucks,” she said.Evania clutched her bag. Finally, she had some leverage over Starkov, even though Yamalenko was still loose. There was hope. She stood up, cleared her throat, and turned to the door. Elvis stepped aside to let her pass. They all watched as she walked out. Elvis tried to speak, but Montgomery shut the door and turned to him.“Don't even try it,” she w
“Focus Media emerges as the frontrunner of the much-anticipated London Festival.”The words struck Jonathan hard. It was the undeniable truth: his company was slowly drowning.One of his own reporters, had covered the entire story. He even wrote about the conversation with Tom Billings. Finley dropped the papers on Jonathan’s desk. Jonathan stared at Yelena's face on the cover of the newspaper. Her eyes seemed to pierce through his soul. Her open lips looked like a witch smiling at him in a mean way.Even Evania, down in the newsroom, read the news. She sat in the editorial section of the lifestyle magazine. She read the entire article from start to finish. Becky watched her from across the room. She shook her head because Evania had been buried in the newspaper for hours. Becky stood up and walked over. Evania did not even flinch or turn around. Becky grabbed the papers out of her hands.She cleared her throat. “How long do you plan on torturing yourself?”Evania turned away. She
“You’re already deep in this. Just play your part well,” Yelena said.Dick stared at his computer setup. He watched Yelena leave his room and looked back at the papers in his hand. He shook his head. He sat in his chair and clipped the small microphone to his collar.The photo of Jonathan feeding Evania at the restaurant spread across the internet like wildfire. The whole city talked about it. Every entertainment blog and news site posted the image, except for Walter Media. The photo made its rounds everywhere.Evania pulled her small grey jacket over her head to hide her face. She used the back door to get inside the building. The front entrance was flooded with paparazzi waiting to question her. Recently, she and Jonathan had told the press it was just a work relationship. The photo showed something else. It was more than work.She stood by a window and looked down at the hungry journalists. Becky was looking for her everywhere. She finally found Evania on the stairs. Evania had s
Sophia Mendez was a tall, sun-kissed Spanish photographer with a legendary reputation, especially in the high-stakes world of fashion. Four major awards and years of elite work with Vogue, Vanity Fair, and Fashion Week had earned her global respect.However, during a trip to London, an investigativ
For a heartbeat, the world around them turned into silence. The tension of the dinner party faded into the predatory stillness of the night, where cold, spying stars bore witness to the theft of a moment. Jonathan’s gaze remained anchored to hers, a magnetic pull that drew him closer as she stood,
The air in the lock-up was thick with the stench of oxidized metal and stale diesel. Graham was on his knees, the grit of the concrete floor grinding into his kneecaps. He was finished; he knew it. His "secure" bolt-hole had been compromised, and Jonathan’s enforcer had already promised him a shall
As evening bled into a bruised purple and the night closed in, Evania rushed toward the exit. Priya had vanished shortly after Mrs. Garvey wrapped up the pre-dinner arrangements. No sooner had the lift doors hissed open than Evania’s eyes fell on the formidable CEO, Jonathan.He had just retrieved







