Officer Thompson stepped out of the car and onto the curb in front of the soup parlor, a small, unassuming building with a faded sign creaking in the gentle breeze. He adjusted his hat and surveyed the area, his eyes scanning the bustling streets before focusing on the parlor's entrance.Inside, the parlor was warm and cozy, the aroma of simmering soups and freshly baked bread enveloping him like a hug. Thompson's stomach growled in anticipation as he made his way to the back of the parlor, where Jackson was already seated, a charming smile spreading across his face."Officer Thompson! Thanks for joining me," Jackson said, his voice warm and inviting, his hands extended in greeting.Thompson's eyes narrowed slightly as he did shook Jackson's hand, Jackson smile flattened as his opened hand suddenly closed. "Jackson. What's this about? What game are you about to play at me? Why have you called me here, to a soup parlor."He looked around and Jackson waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, ju
“I heard you’re running for congress and the election is tomorrow.” Officer Thompson's eyes locked onto Jackson's, his voice firm. "You see, Jackson, I'm not afraid of you. And tomorrow, the people of this city will show you just how much they reject your corruption and greed. You're going down, Jackson. And I'm going to make sure of it." “You…”Jackson's face reddened with anger, his voice rising. "You're just a foolish little man, Thompson! Do you think you can take me down? I have the entire police department in my pocket! I own this city!" “Funny how you put it,” Thompson's smile was cold, his eyes glinting with determination. "But not for much longer, Jackson. And as for your pockets, well...let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve. You see, I've been preparing for this moment for a long time. And tomorrow, the people will speak. And you will be silenced." “Instead of you to take my offer, you don’t know what’s coming your way.” Jackson's face twisted with rage, his vo
Officer Thompson's eyes refocused on the present, and he gazed calmly at Jackson. "I'm not afraid of you, Jackson. And I won't be swayed by your offers. I’m not interested."“I’m helping you here,” Jackson sneered. "And you're making a big mistake, Thompson. I'm not a man to be trifled with."Thompson's expression was sympathetic. "I pity you, Jackson. You don't know what kind of storm is coming your way. But I'll leave you to your fate."His words hit Jackson like a slap in the face. For a moment, Jackson's mask slipped, and Thompson saw a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a scowl."You'll regret this, Thompson," Jackson snarled.Thompson smiled kindly. "Goodbye, Jackson. Enjoy your soup."And with that, he turned and walked out of the soup house, leaving Jackson to his thoughts. Jackson's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with wonder and curiosity. What did Thompson know? And what was this storm that was coming his way? But Thompson was already gone, v
Amelia walked into the cozy coffee shop, spotting Uncle Smith sitting in the corner, sipping a cup of coffee. She smiled, making her way over to him. "Uncle Smith, it's so good to see you!" she exclaimed, giving him a warm hug. Though he wasn’t her real uncle but Emily’s, their bond was no other. It came in handy when he held Emily captive and burned her in the fire. It really showed how he would do anything for Amelia. Smith's face creased into a warm smile. "Ah, Amelia, dear, it's been too long! How have you been?" Amelia sat down across from him, signaling the waiter for a coffee. "I've been well, Uncle Smith. Just busy with work and...other things. How’s the company coming along? Hope it’s running smoothly." “Yeah. As the CEO of image corpse and your husband backing, what can I say.” Smith's eyes twinkled with understanding. "I know how that is. I've been keeping busy myself, working on some projects for your...organization, our organization." Amelia's eyes sparkled with g
The look on Amelia's face was serious, her eyes glinting with a hard, calculating light. She had leverage over Smith, and she knew it. She had given him her body, and now she would use that to manipulate him to her advantage.“Just like you did ask me to kill Emily? My own blood?” He retreated back and Amelia nodded pouting her lips. “Don’t tell me you won’t help me…”She wanted to know if he still loved her as he claimed. “Why not? I’d die for you. I just want to know why you’re doing this.” Uncle Smith's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with confusion. "Why would you want me to take the fall for Jackson's crime, Amelia? What's going on?"“It’s not like he really did anything. He’s all innocent. We’re both the ones who ended the lives of the Greenfield.”Amelia's eyes locked onto his, her voice cold and detached. "If Jackson doesn't win this election, his father will kill him. And I'm not exaggerating, Uncle Smith. Mr. Timberlake is a brutal man, and he expects nothing but perfection f
Ava's eyes narrowed, her grip on the phone tightening as she gazed at the image of Amelia and Uncle Smith together. Her mind raced with possibilities, her expression darkening. What could they be doing together? She wondered as she replied to Stanley with a cool mind and dropped her phone down, anger brewing inside of her as she started having flashes of her memory with Uncle Smith and how he appeared out of nowhere at her door and kidnapped her to the basement of her house and then, the rest. The fire and flames flashed in her eyes and then she flinched. The door opened, and then, Luke entered the room, a concerned look on his face. "Hey, Ava, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Ava's eyes flicked up to meet Luke's, her voice low and tense. "It's Amelia. She's with Uncle Smith." “Your uncle?” Luke's brow furrowed. "What do you mean? Where are they?" “On my phone, Stanley sent a photo to me, of them together.” Ava's eyes flashed with anger. "In a coffee shop,
Ava stood up, her movements fluid and calculated, as she reached for her bag. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief, her lips curling into a subtle smile. She rummaged through her bag, her fingers searching for something specific. Finally, she pulled out a transparent white nylon bag, its contents visible to Luke's curious gaze.Inside the bag, a single hair lay nestled, its dark color stark against the white material. Luke's eyes widened, his brow furrowed in question. "Whose hair is that?" he asked, his voice low and intrigued.Ava's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with a hint of triumph. "That, my friend, belongs to Jackson's son, John."Luke's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. "Why do you have John's hair, Ava? Isn’t that rude of you to do?"“I’m doing nothing wrong compared to what they have done to me.” Ava's expression turned serious, her voice laced with suspicion. "I wanted to verify if Jackson is indeed John's father. I have reason to believe Amelia
Amelia browsed through the racks of clothes, her fingers trailing over the fabrics as she searched for the perfect outfit. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice behind her."Amelia, my dear, you look lovely as always."She turned to see Uncle Smith approaching her, a warm smile on his face. But as she gazed into his eyes, she noticed the curious glances from the people around them. The whispers and pointed fingers began to make sense."Uncle Smith," she said hastily, her voice low and urgent. "What are you doing here? Quickly come."Without waiting for a response, she grasped his hand and swiftly led him into a nearby changing room. The door closed behind them, and Amelia's heart raced as she leaned in close."What are you doing here, Uncle Smith? You could have called," she whispered, her eyes darting around the small space. "People are talking, and I can't have that."Uncle Smith's expression turned serious, his voice low. "I know, Amelia. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause a scene. B