MARK'S POV: The next morning, as I entered the office, I noticed Jennie already at her desk, surrounded by a chaotic array of papers. Her weary eyes revealed the toll of a sleepless night."Any progress?" I inquired, eager for a glimmer of hope.Jennie shook her head slowly, her brow furrowed with concern. "Not yet. But I did find something odd in the financial records. There's a trail of recurring transfers to a shell company that doesn't seem to have any legitimate existence.""Do you think that could be the missing link?" I asked, feeling my mind racing with possibilities."It's possible," Jennie replied thoughtfully. "But we can't jump to conclusions. We need concrete evidence to connect the dots.”The quiet office was shattered by the sudden burst of the door swinging open, and Dave stormed in, his face a stark shade of pale. His urgency was palpable as he thrust a bulky folder into my hands. As I opened it, a chilling shiver ran down my spine. The folder revealed a trove of da
MARK'S POV:“I have a friend that will help with the fund,” Jennie said, her voice steady but her eyes reflecting the same anxiety I felt."Jennie, it's crucial that you reach out to your friend right away. We don't have time on our side. and I am on the brink of bankruptcy," I said, running a hand through my hair in frustration as the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on me.Jennie nodded and quickly pulled out her phone, dialling with trembling fingers. I watched her, feeling a sense of urgency that bordered on panic. Every second felt like an eternity as she waited for her friend to pick up. Finally, she spoke, her voice hurried but clear."Hey, it's Jennie. I need to talk to you urgently. Can we meet today? It's about... Yes, it's serious. Thank you." She hung up and turned to me with a worried expression etched on her face. "He'll meet us in an hour at the café down the street," she said, her voice tense with urgency.“Good,” I replied, feeling a sense of foreboding as
MARK'S POV:"Allow him through,” I motioned to the security."Why is he here?" Jennie asked, her expression turning into a frown."Perhaps I will find out," I responded."You can't be here," I addressed Clinton, pausing for a moment before adding, "What are you doing here, Clinton?""Sir, the Legal Team gave their opinion regarding this investment deal. But I don't think you received it. Please reconsider the convertible rights. If the owner's risk causes a problem, then 6.7% of the shares will be handed over to Alex. You shouldn't be rash about this," Clinton said, his voice urgent."Look, Clinton...""What he just said makes sense too," Jennie interrupted."You can do as you please. However, I will also pull out if this falls through. The trust needs to be mutual." Alex stated.Alex and Clinton locked eyes for a moment. The tension in the room was palpable. Then I recalled what Jennie had told me about the prophet. “She sure is good.”“What?” Jennie asked, her gaze sharp.“It’s not
SARAH'S POV:The following days were a blur of hospital visits and sleepless nights. Richard's condition remained critical, with him hovering between consciousness and the brink of life. Lawn and I took shifts, tirelessly keeping vigil by his bedside, our frayed nerves a testament to the emotional strain. Despite our exhaustion, our determination to support Richard never wavered.One night as I sat quietly by Richard's bedside, lost in thought, when a gentle knock on the door suddenly drew my attention. A nurse poked her head in. "You have a visitor.”I frowned. "At this hour?"As I watched her nod, she gracefully moved to the side, allowing a shadowy figure to come into view. My heart skipped a beat as the person stepped into the light.“Security?" I called out, but there was no response as the security assigned to Richard was in the hallway. The figure hesitated for a moment before taking another step forward, revealing more of his presence."Don't scream," he warned, his commandi
SARAH'S POV:As I finished reading the text, I couldn't help but sense a prickling awareness of unseen observers in the vicinity. The tension in the air was palpable, signaling that the game was still ongoing, with the stakes raised even higher than before.As we embarked on our journey to the location Richard had provided, a palpable tension filled the air inside the car. The roads stretched out endlessly as we made our way, surrounded by an eerie silence broken only by the hum of the engine. Upon our arrival, the scene before us appeared desolate and abandoned. However, Richard, with a reassuring tone, affirmed to us that the place was indeed secure.As we entered the room, Richard retrieved a stack of documents and started to address us. "There's a great deal that has been kept from you, and it all begins with a shocking act of betrayal…”"His name was Austin Luke," Richard said, his voice barely more than a whisper. The room fell into a hushed silence as everyone focused on Rich
MARK'S POV:After hanging up the phone with Paul, I was hit by a wave of shock and disbelief. It was a revelation that Jennie, someone I thought I could trust, had been the mastermind behind all of my recent misfortunes. From orchestrating my separation from Sarah to the embezzlement of my company's funds, and now, eerily, she seemed to have control over every aspect of my life.The weight of these profound revelations pressed down on me, causing my entire body to quiver uncontrollably. I found myself unable to suppress my tears any longer, and they flowed freely down my cheeks."I have lost everything." I cried out, tears streaming down my face, I felt the overwhelming weight of loss. My anguished words caught Jennie's attention, and she hurried to my side, her eyes filled with worry as she stood in front of me, offering her unwavering support."Mark, is everything okay? You seem troubled. Do you have something to say?" she inquired, her voice reflecting authentic worry and care.A
SARAH'S POV:I was completely caught off guard. I couldn't believe how Joe managed to locate me. My mind was suddenly filled with a whirlwind of questions as I struggled to understand how this situation had come to be.The room was engulfed in the deafening sound of gunfire, causing a sharp, acrid smell of gunpowder that stung my nostrils and filled the air. The rapid fire echoed off the walls, creating a disorienting cacophony that reverberated through the entire space. Each shot produced a blinding flash, momentarily illuminating the tense faces of those caught in the crossfire. The acrid smell of gunpowder intensified, mixing with the metallic tang of fear, creating an overwhelming sensory experience. In the midst of the chaos, a figure emerged from the smoke and dust - it was the pursuer from the hospital, unmistakable in the flickering light. It was clear to me now that this was a carefully orchestrated attack, and we were the intended targets.As the battle raged on, we fought
SARAH'S POV:The faint light of dawn began to seep through the cracks in the boarded-up windows, casting long shadows across the room each of us wrapped up in our own thoughts, fears, and strategies. Despite the exhaustion, my mind refused to shut down. Every creak of the old building, every distant sound outside kept me on edge.I replayed the events of the past few hours in my mind, trying to piece together the puzzle that had become our reality. Joe's sudden reappearance, the ambush, the desperate escape – it all seemed surreal. Yet the smell of gunpowder still lingered in my nostrils, a stark reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond our temporary refuge.Joe sat near the window, peering out through a small gap. His face was etched with concern, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something. Our confrontation earlier had left me with more questions than answers, and his evasiveness only deepened my suspicion.I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to b