One Final Meeting

Days turned into relentless nights as Adam's search for Ariak consumed him. The weight of his grief and anger was a heavy burden, one that he bore with an unyielding determination. Each lead he pursued, and each investigation he undertook, was a testament to his unwavering commitment to bring his family to justice.

But Ariak, cunning and elusive, remained a step ahead, taunting Adam from the shadows. Their phone calls had become a sinister game of cat and mouse, a twisted exchange of words that only deepened Adam's resolve.

One night, as the mansion lay shrouded in darkness, Adam's phone rang, and Ariak's voice, cold and mocking, pierced the silence.

"Hello, Adam," Ariak sneered, his words like venom. "Still searching for me when you should be grieving right now."

Ariak's provocation struck a nerve, reopening the wounds of his father's death. Adam's jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around the phone. He struggled to maintain his composure, to quell the rage that surged within him.