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Marcus Blackwood stepped out of the halfway house on a crisp October morning in upstate New York, carrying nothing but a duffel bag and the weight of six years behind bars. The air smelled of wet leaves and distant woodsmoke nothing like the metallic tang of Rikers or the stale bleach of federal lockup. At thirty-eight now, the deceptive smile that once charmed investors and mistresses had thinned into something quieter, more cautious. His blond hair was cropped short, gray threading the temples; his once-reckless eyes carried shadows that no amount of therapy could fully erase.

I met him six months ago at a business conference, he was the guest speaker and I happened to be the host/presenter. "Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome on stage our guest speaker tonight." I checked on my list just to be sure, and to avoid mispronunciation. "Mr. Matthew Bryant, the founder and the CEO of the leading holding company in the country. BM holdings." And I stood there waiting, as the audience applauded. I had no fucking clue who Matthew Bryant was or what he looked like but I knew he was one of the youngest and richest CEOs in the country and the founder of BM holdings.

She said nervously. “Tom Adams?” Olivia and I spoked at the same time. The guy who was in front of us, was not nothing like the popular basketball player who was in charge of making my life impossible. Where years ago was blond hair and a muscular body, now there was a bald head and a beer belly. “Minister Adams.” He said correcting us “I am the minister of the largest Christian church in the city.” He looked at us with an amused smile. “I can't believe it's you!” He turned to see a pale Hillary “Honey, go drink something full of sugar, you look very pale.”

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

Stone and me. Mr.Stone was about to shout, but Maam interrupted him and said, “So anyway, I am here to announce the media reply to this press meet.” We had all forgotten everything and looked at her for the reply. “Many channels said and I quote ‘We all believed Mr.Stone’s PR answers but still there was a little doubt in everyone’s mind. Nevertheless, Ms.Pari’s last comment pushed away all the doubts, and that comment definitely suits Mr.Stone. So we are with you, Mr.Stone.’ Now we can relax.” Maam said and made us all smile at that.

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.

Keisha listened without interrupting and still kept her silence when Rodrigo finished speaking. "Oh, is this the part where I convince you that we're the good guys?" She asked sarcastically, making Rodrigo scoff on the other line. "If you need convincing, Rod, then I implore you to think of your monthly bills and all the other responsibilities that come with this thing called life. You need more convincing? Think of the kids that lost their home because some rich, selfish guy saw the space as a good business investment."

Alastair continued clapping, and was also grinning, as he complimented. Mr Brooks heard the voice that had just spoken, causing him to turn hastily to the people behind him. The instant Mr Brooks' eyes landed on Alan, his face turned pale, and beads of sweats appeared on his forehead. “Wh- what are you doing here, when this is my mansion?!”. He roared. Alan saw the angry look on Mr Brooks' face, but it was simply a child's play to him. He didn't come here to joke around, so he went and grabbed Mr Brooks' throat tightly, causing him to struggle.

Kendrick introduced. “Very nice to meet you, Mrs Madavaski.” Mr. Mclean said, and they also shook hands. “Thank you. It’s nice to have finally met you. I have heard a lot about you.” Rosy said. She raised her brow, and a smirk appeared on her face, “Good stuff.” She highlighted.

“How so?” Maya laughed softly. “Let’s just say she’s not exactly… from our world.” A pause. “She’s sweet,” Maya continued, her voice dripping with false generosity. “But she’s had a bit of a colorful past, you know. She tends to… attach herself to men with influence.” The woman’s brows lifted slightly. “Bryan Blackwood is… generous,” Maya added, shrugging. “He likes projects.” At another table, Maya leaned toward a man in his fifties, a board member of a multinational conglomerate.