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Mr Green stood confidently at the front of the room, a pointer in his hand, as he tapped the screen displaying a series of flowcharts and diagrams.“And here is the plan...” he said, slightly smiling as he took charge.He paused dramatically, scanning the room as if daring anyone to interrupt.“If the first plan doesn’t go as expected, we’ll be forced to move to the second... or even the third.”He clicked the remote, and the screen shifted to a more complex set of projections. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the projector, and all eyes were on the screen.“Our success depends on precision. Any mistakes will cost us more than just time,” he added, shifting his gaze toward everyone.One of the employees hesitated before raising their hand slightly.“Sir, don’t you think Plan C might..”“Plan C is the last resort. We focus on Plan A and execute it perfectly. Understood?” Mr. Green interrupted curtly.The employee quickly nodded, sinking back into their seat.“Good. Then I
California“I didn’t spare whoever it was, ma’am. I showed where the power lies, and you don’t....” Mrs Sophia said on the phone as she continued to rant.“Hello… hello… hello… Mrs. Lena? Hello? Oh, I guess the network in Spain is that bad,” Mrs Sophia said as she hung up the call. She placed the phone back in its book. She had a bruise on her forehead and, right after the call, went to continue doing the laundry........SpainLena’s heart pounded as she held the phone in her hands, her eyes wide open.“How did this even happen? Where is Kristen? Did Max get rid of her after I left?” she said as she wondered.She sank back into the plush hotel couch, still holding onto her phone tightly. Her hands trembled as she scrolled through her messages.“I hope Max has finally done what he’s supposed to do. Sent her far away from us........What if she tells him everything…” Lena muttered as her mood suddenly changed for the worse.Quickly, she tapped on her phone and began dialling Max’s number
He banged the door shut and within a second, he returned with a towel. Without even looking at her, he threw it at her and muttered, “Dry yourself off before you catch a cold.”Kristen caught the towel but glared at him. “You’re calling me reckless? You were the one acting like you had a death wish! I thought you were drowning, you ungrateful jerk!” she snapped.Max stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. “I don’t need you to save me,” he said coldly.“Well, maybe I don’t need you either,” Kristen retorted. “You should have left me to die there since that’s what you want for me.”Max shook his head. “I won’t leave you to have a peaceful death either. I’ll make sure you have a slow, painful one when I discover your true self.”Their eyes met, both breathing hard. Max’s jaw tightened before he turned away abruptly. “Next time, mind your own damn business,” he muttered, walking inside with a dripping wet body.He stormed into the washroom, quickly showered, and dried himself off. R
What is it that he has that will bring us down? Mr. Valtor said as he flipped through files in his old office with his heart rising.A knock on the door pulled him from his haste, and he stood still."Come in," he said.The door opened and a lady stepped in.....holding a different batch of files in her hands."Sir, these are the reports you requested.""Leave them on the desk," Mr. Valtor exhaled and said.Immediately after the lady left, he rushed to it and flipped through the pages with intense speed."Where is it?" he said, brushing his hair as he looked furious. After not finding anything, he groaned and pushed all the files onto the floor."What exactly was he talking about?" Mr. Valtor said as he removed his glasses, placed them on the table, and started fuming."I know what Creed is capable of," he said….…DubaiKristen slowly opened her eyes while stretching her arms across the bed. As she realized she was no longer on the couch, she sat up quickly.“How did I end up here?” sh
He sat comfortably in a temporary office he set up for this business trip… wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up… His fingers absentmindedly twirled a silver pen as he tapped against the desk.His iPad screen split open… with one side showing the documents he reviewed..., his sharp eyes scanning every word. On the other side, his mind wandered off as muted images of Kristen emerged like distant memories."I was trying to save you, you ungrateful jerk," Kristen said.Cut to another memory.....Kristen glared at him with fiery eyes, arguing as her lips trembled while she held back words she refused to utter…Max exhaled sharply and blinked back to reality. He straightened the paper in front of him but found himself reading the same line over and over again."What the hell…" He shook his head and leaned back with an annoyed sigh.He threw the pen onto the desk as he rubbed his temple. He closed his eyes for a second… and that happened to be a big mistake.Flashes
Here, put this on,” Max said after 20 minutes in the store.Kristen looked at him clearly unimpressed.Max sighed and crouched down without another word. He grabbed her ankle and tried to force her foot inside the slipper.Kristen yelped. “Hey! I can do it myself!”He ignored her and pushed her foot further in...only to realize it didn’t fit.Silence...Kristen stared at him... then at the slipper. Max exhaled sharply.“This doesn’t fit me,” Kristen muttered.Max closed his eyes for a second before standing up Kristen looked at him with amusement "You were so confident a minute ago," she teased.Max shot her a look. "Do you want shoes or not?"She sighed dramatically but followed him back inside. "Fine, but this time, let me pick."Max smirked. "As long as we don’t spend another twenty minutes deciding."Kristen rolled her eyes. "No promises."They went inside and Max brought another pair of shoes to her as she met him in the aisle.“How about this?” he said as he went down to try put
Mrs. O took a sip of her tea and sighed in contentment. “Ah, nothing like a warm meal on a chilly morning,” she said and glanced at Max.“Oii, where did you get this one…” She placed her fork down and looked directly at Kristen.“Who?” Kristen asked as she widened her eyes and glanced around..Mrs. O pointed straight at Max.Max looked up with his fork frozen mid air. “What have I done?” he asked innocently.“Where did you see him from?” she asked again, her eyes narrowing slightly.Kristen smiled slightly and was about to answer when Max cut in smoothly.“We met in a very cool place,” he said with a confident nod.Kristen turned to him with her eyes widening in shock.Mrs. O raised a brow. “Cool place?”"Yes, very cool..." Max continued and forced a casual tone."I see," Mrs. O said, leaning back. "You need to change him… he’s not strong enough," she added and stood up while holding her bowl."What did you mean by 'cool place'?" Kristen asked.. looking at Max."Well," he drawled, cle
“We are sorry for any inconvenience this might have caused you, Mr. Anderson,” the man said politely as he handed the keys to Max. “We will have your car delivered back to the hotel. Please use this in the meantime.”Max took the keys with a nod. “It’s fine,” he replied smoothly before unlocking the car and sliding into the driver’s seat.Kristen rushed out from Mrs. O’s store and she hurried toward the car and instinctively opened the back door. Just as she half entered, her head still poking in, she heard Max’s voice.“Do I look like your driver?” he asked as he glanced at her through the rearview mirror.Kristen froze, then quickly cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, sir.”She awkwardly stepped back, shut the back door, and hurried to the front passenger seat, sneaking inside as discreetly as possible.Max smirked slightly but said nothing as he started the engine.…...“Oh, Mr. Anderson… nice to see you again after last week’s meeting,” Mr. Creed said as he approached them in the hotel
"Gracious Lord… that's so insane," Max muttered as he looked annoyed.”She's one of the people I sacked out of here, the woman grinned.Max’s jaw tightened. He took a slow breath and looked at her.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I guess I’ll be taking my leave since she's not here”He turned and strode off, his hand still clenched tightly at his side.“Oh, Mr. Anderson, why don't you wait?” the woman said as she rushed after him.Max said nothing, his steps steady as he walked toward his parked car.“She still has her things here though... I can get you her new address, anytime she comes here...” the woman offered, her voice trailing off with a fake sweetness.Max paused…….………Kristen’s head appeared from the hill street, her hands buried deep in her coat pockets as she strode forward. Her steps slowed the moment her eyes caught sight of Max and the woman standing outside the building.Her heart skipped as her eyes were widely opened...with these words echoing sharply in her mind....
"Mr. Anderson, why are we here at your father's..." the man asked as he got down from the front seat, opening the back door.Some guards rushed over, pulled a wheelchair from the boot and tried to help him sit in it."I..." The man reached out to hold the wheels, ready to assist, but Max gestured for him to stop.He drove the chair himself, wheeling away without a word.The man followed closely behind.Max rolled himself into the house and the door shut behind him. Mrs. Julia turned the corner and froze the moment she saw him.“Max…” she said, stunned. “What on earth… what are you doing here… like this?”Max didn’t answer. He kept rolling forward.She walked up to him, still in shock, her voice rising a bit, “You left the hospital? Without telling anyone? Do you know how serious your condition still is?”He glanced at her but didn’t stop. “I’m fine.”“No, you’re not fine, Max… why would you do this? Does your father even know you’re here?”“He does,” Max said, slightly glancing back at
It was early morning, around 4:30 a.m. The room was quiet, the soft hum of machines was the only sound you could hear.The door opened gently, and Mr. Green stepped in, closing it behind him with a soft click. His eyes looked tired, heavy, as he walked slowly to the side of Max’s hospital bed.Max was asleep, his breathing steady, unaware of his present.Mr. Green stood there for a long moment as he just watched him.He finally spoke with a low and trembling voice. “You grew up right in front of me… stubborn, reckless, but with a good heart.”He paused and swallowed hard.“I failed you. I should’ve known that day… should’ve protected you better.”His eyes welled but he blinked quickly.“I’ve been asked to step away. I won’t be here when you wake up.”He looked at Max one last time.“Stay strong, kid… Don’t let this world eat you up”''I hope to see you in one piece when I return,'' he said and quickly wiped a falling tear.With a slow breath, he bowed down to give his final respect.
“What do you mean he left his hospital bed? That boy will ruin everything!”He hangs up and throws his phone down in frustration.“First, the scandal with the swap, blah blah, blah.... now this. He better not drag our name any lower ”‘‘Julia, Juliaaaa!!!’’….…………………Max dragged himself out of the hospital building, one hand still clutching his side, the other waving weakly at passing cars.His breath was uneven. His body is still weak.But his eyes… they were burning with one thing.A taxi slowed down.Max stumbled forward and pulled the door open.“Where to, sir?” the driver asked, glancing at Max through the mirror.“Just drive… I’ll tell you where,” he muttered as he leaned back into the seat, fighting the dizziness.From behind him“MR. ANDERSON!” Mr. Green rushed out, eyes widening as he saw Max enter the taxi. “Wait!”But it was too late. The taxi took off.Without thinking, Mr. Green ran to his car, started the engine, and drove after them.Max arrived at the hotel....the same
The doctor and Mr. Green rushed into the room. Without wasting a second, the doctor moved straight to Max’s side and grabbed his wrist to check for a pulse.“His pulse is dropping,” the doctor muttered, his brows furrowing deeply as he pulled out a stethoscope and leaned over Max’s chest.“Get the crash cart in here, now!” he barked toward the hallway.Mr. Green stood stiffly beside him, eyes fixed on the monitor as the beeping grew more erratic.“Mr. Anderson, stay with us,” the doctor said firmly as he began chest compression. “We’re not losing him today.”Nurses burst in with equipment, and the room turned chaotic....hands were moving quickly, voices rising with urgency as they battled to keep him alive…The room was in chaos.“Clear!” the doctor shouted.A loud zap followed as the defibrillator pads pressed against Max’s chest, his body jolting on the bed. The monitor flatlined again.“Charging......300 joules! Clear!”Another shock.Kristen crouched near the corner just outside Ma
“The number you’re calling cannot be reached at this moment. Please call back later,” the phone said as the nurse dialed the number.She frowned and tried again.“The number you’re calling is currently switched off.”Letting out a soft sigh, the nurse glanced at the paper again. Then she stood up, looked around the hallway, and scanned the area, hoping to spot the man who had given her the number.Holding the paper tightly, she stepped away from the desk, calling out gently while checking each direction, “Sir? Hello? Are you still here?”But there was no sign of him.….……………………..“So happy you decided to come see your aunt after so long,” a chubby Italian-looking woman said as she placed a cup of tea on the table.Kristen nodded, feeling grateful that the woman had accepted her into her home. She glanced down at her phone, still trying to turn it on.The woman noticed and sat beside her.“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to charge it once the power is back,” she said kindly, settling into h
At the hospitalMr. Erik hurried down the hallway, his wife following closely behind. She clutched her purse tightly, her face lined with tension.As they neared the hospital wing, Mr. Valtor stepped forward to meet them.“You shouldn’t have canceled your flight back, Erik,” Valtor said.“Come on, Valtor,” Mr. Erik replied, offering a small nod. “We had everything arranged. It’s only right that we come. Max is family.”Valtor exhaled heavily, clearly uneasy. “I appreciate you both, will forever be grateful” he said, reaching out to shake Erik’s hand.Mrs. Julia stood a short distance behind, trying to keep composed, though her hands trembled slightly by her sides. Her eyes were fixed on the hallway ahead, worry etched deep into her features.Beside her, Mrs. Marissa walked slowly. She glanced at Julia from the side and gently placed a hand on her arm.“He’s strong,” Marissa said quietly, just enough for Julia to hear. “Max will pull through.”Julia didn’t respond right away. She just n
A smile still sat on Lena’s lips as she sipped her drink slowly. Her eyes followed the man walking away, the brown envelope now gone from the table.And then... the flashbacks came rushing in.Flashback: Two Months AgoIt was two months ago, days after Max had mistakenly married Kristen instead of Lena. He stormed out of the mansion as he said to himself, “I will make sure to get everything on her.”Lena, curious and secretly following him, watched as Max met with a man in a quiet corner. She stayed hidden, her eyes narrowing when she saw Max hand something over to the man, clearly instructing him.As soon as Max drove off, Lena didn’t waste a second. She rushed toward the man.“Hey, Mrs. Lena, you’re here…” the man said nervously.“Charles,” she greeted with a smile. “Long time no see.”“I saw Max here. What did he say?” she asked, tilting her head.Charles hesitated, trying to brush her off. But Lena stepped closer with sharp eyes. “I heard everything. He asked you to do something,
The next dayMr. Green sat slouched against the wall, his head resting to the side as his eyes closed. He had fallen asleep just like that, still in yesterday’s clothes. His arms were folded between his legs, as if trying to hold himself together. The hallway around him was quiet and cold, too.“Mr. Green,” the doctor called gently as he walked toward him.Mr. Green stirred awake, rubbed his eyes and tried sitting up straight. His back ached from sleeping against the hard wall, but he didn’t care. “How is he?” he asked quickly with a rough voice.The doctor sighed and folded his arms. “He made it through the night… barely. His vitals have stabilized a little, but he’s still not responding the way we hoped.”Mr. Green blinked slowly. “Is he… conscious?”The doctor shook his head. “No, not yet. His body’s weak. And his kidneys… we may not have much time before we need to act.”Mr. Green looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”“We need a donor. Fast,” the doctor said quietly. “We’