After a further agonizing hour of paperwork's and getting his handcuffs removed and getting all his belongings back including his clothes and car keys and phone and all other effects that were taken away from him on the morning of the arrest, Richard finally walks down the hallway to the front door of the police station unescorted and a smile plastered on his face.He first inhales deeply, taking a very deep breath, fresh breath that's not polluted with smells of urine or sweat or even death, if it has a smell. He looks around for his car and finds it, left uncovered in the harsh afternoon sun."Such idiots." He mutters to himself as he walks to it and pats it fondly. He unlocks it and gets inside, inhaling his own smell, the smell of freedom to him. He starts the car and listens to the hum from the car, he sits comfortably and takes his hand away from the wheel, looking back to the tall glass building in front of him with the big symbol of the police station and it's name in large bo

In two hours, business at work has officially started and in another one hour, she will be having her first meeting with Hank Williams.As soon as she made the call earlier, he had immediately conceded to her meeting him over some coffee.Ivy sighs... And sighs... And sighs all over again, her expression one of anger and terrible disappointment. She rings the buzzer and Rachel comes inside.At least for the day or the next one week, she'll still be working there while training Anita on the things that really matter in a large conglomerate like this one, which is a big change from the humble auditing company they just came from. She comes inside and stands in front of the room.Ivy had noted that it seems to be an habit already and just ignores it. "What are these accounts? I mean, this is a damn group of companies not just one. Infact, a single company that's doing averagely well can't have this despicable and terribly obviously forged account books! Where are the originals? I can tel

On his third marijuana cigarette by the time he gets back to the main headquarters, Hank's eyes are red and everyone just clears out of his path, not wanting to be the victim of a transfer of aggression which will not be nice at all.When it comes to Hank being angry and aggressive, it is explosive and a ton of people can get injured whether physically or emotionally at the same time with the venomous words or acts that he'll perform.This time, although his fists are clenched, he clenches the cigarette to his mouth and just takes the elevator alone to the top floor where Arielle is locked up.As soon as he arrives, his subordinates salute him. "Sir!.“He waves at them. "At ease. Where is she?""She's with Officer Bank in Room 3."Hank simply nods and turns around. He walks to the room, with a steel door labeled outside as interrogation room 3. He puts his hand on the doorknob and stops. He takes it away and enters the mirror room to first see what's going on inside.The junior office

Ashton stops over at Ivy's workplace to pick her up. "Hey love." He pecks her on the cheeks as he opens the door for her to enter.He walks around as well and goes into his own driver's seat. "So, how was work today?""Damn. It's a lot to cover. I met Hank today." She admits as she pulls the seatbelt over herself."Really? The police chief?""Yes. Turned out he was Mike's lackey. With the help of Rachel, Mike's former secretary, I was able to dig up some stuff on him and used it against him. He has released her according to what I have heard from him. We should be seeing Arielle soon now that she's out. She never sits still." Ivy says, letting the cool breeze ruffle her hair."I see. I also have some news. Mum called about an hour ago.""Judith? What did she say?" She looks at him but he's driving and putting all his focus on the road. "She asked us to come over for dinner this evening.""What time?""She said seven pm." He glances at her and then back to the road again."Are we goin

Richard hears a knock on his door the same night. He jumps, startled. He's basically in hiding, in exile so no one knows if he's at home or not or whatever but there, the knock sounds at the door once again.Being freshly released and for some reason, an increased fear of Grant washes into his mind makes him extra cautious about who he lets into his house, even now that he has finally gotten round to repairing his door knob, changing it into an automated one that cannot be broken into easily.He drops the wash cloth in his hand and picks up a knife before cautiously going to the door. "Who's there?"He hears a muffled voice and tries to peep outside but he still can't see who's at the door. He takes a deep breath and positions the knife so it can respond easily if he's suddenly attacked. He turns the lock and opens the door and he sees who's there. The door beeps loudly signifying the opening of the door.His hand drops to his side and he simply turns and walks inside, shaken. "You