Vasky smiled gleefully upon hearing Kevin’s agreement for teaming up with him. After the two shook hands, he then said, “Now what we need is a further plan to take Gustav’s dirty company down.”"I'm sure the detective you hired to investigate this exploitation case has worked hard, but we have to go to the location," said Kevin as he returned the red folder to its owner. "Tell me, Vasky. Do those people live near Brussels, or at least Belgium?"Vasky shook his head. "I think you're right, Mr. Kevin, we have to take a look to collect stronger evidence. As for the location, they live in a small town in Germany called Zimmerscheid. "“Please, just call me Kevin. I think we’re around the same age,” the host asked, “How far is it from Brussels, by the way?”“Let me see,” Vasky checked on his phone, then showed the result to Kevin. “Fortunately, it’s not too far. Only around three hours ride by car.”“Excellent,” Kevin exclaimed in joy, then looked at Vasky. “So, who's going there
Two days after the call, Carlin’s chief editor agreed upon meeting them. That morning, Vanya and Kevin went together to Borderless Media where her best friend worked. As they arrived at the parking lot, Vasky had arrived there first. After parking his car, Kevin got out and followed the bespectacled man.“Wow, you’re so early,” greeted Kevin, “Did you wait too long?”“If you mean waiting for Carlin, yes it's quite a long time,” Vasky said and shook Kevin’s hand. “She should be here ten minutes ago, but here I am, still waiting.”Just at the right moment, the building doors swung open, revealing Carlin to greet them. She apologized, “I’m sorry, we just finished a meeting. Please, follow me.”“At last,” sneered Vasky which was immediately stopped as Kevin nudged his arm, asking him to be quiet.The guests went inside the building and were led by Carlin to walk through a hallway. Vanya cleared her throat and opened the conversation, “So, have you talked about this with your chi
After meeting with the editor-in-chief of Borderless Media that day, the quartet made plans to head to Zimmerscheid next weekend. They gathered at a small cafe not too far from Carlin’s office and held a meeting there."I happen to have free time tomorrow," said Kevin once when his team was having a discussion. He turned around to the remaining members and asked, “Besides Vanya, can you meet me tomorrow at my office?”“I can,” said Vasky with no hesitation. “When will it be?”“I don’t think I have free time tomorrow, Kevin,” replied Carlin in regret, “I still have some works to do and be finished before our leaving for Zimmerscheid.”“Ah, don’t worry.” smiled Vanya, trying to ease her best friend’s thought, “Finish your work first, Carlin. We'll let you know later when a decision has been made.”Vasky gave a relieved look and nonchalantly spoke his thought, “At last, we could have the discussion in peace.”Hearing the unwanted remark, Carlin immediately glared at Vasky. “W
“At last, Gregory,” Gustav opened the conversation as he held a glass of champagne in his raised hand. “You’ll only need a little more move to get rid of Kevin from Autoekomsten. Why don’t we celebrate this success.”“Ah, you’re so right, Gustav,” chortled Gregory as he cheered with the gray-haired man. After taking a sip of the champagne, he carried on by saying, “At first I didn't think that teaming up with my nephew's rival company could become the biggest weapon to overthrow his position in that company. This is for you too, Gustav. I owe you a lot.”“It’s not a big deal,” said Gustav as a smug smile was stretched on his pompous face. “You never told me before the reason why you wanted to bring Kevin down.”Gregory paused a moment, then said, “It’s kind of a long story, and this involves Johan, Kevin’s late father, and my brother.”Without being asked, Gregory disclosed everything, “After his death, I read the will he w
“What are you doing here, little girl?” growled Gregory with a sharp, piercing glare directed at Vanya.At first, Gustav didn’t recognize who Gregory was talking to. He then turned his face and was perplexed upon noticing it was the same girl who sold Autoekomsten’s blueprint to him months prior. Gustav soon realized that she might be eavesdropping on his conversation with the current influential man at Autoekomsten.“You…” Gustav hissed as he gave a death stare to the girl.Realizing she was caught red-handed by the two men, Vanya immediately grabbed her bag and rushed out of the restaurant, leaving the half-eaten egg bendict on the table.Gustav immediately stood up and was about to chase her who was paying the bills. To his surprise, Gregory held him back and stated, “Hold your horses, Gustav.”“No way, we have to come after her,” insisted the gray-haired man. The infuriated look on his face was mixed with fear, something he never let show to anyone. “Don’t you realize she’s your n
Gustav could only stare intently at the yellow taxi that was now speeding away from where he stood. It was useless even though he ran after the four-wheeled vehicle Vanya was riding on. While catching his breath, the gray-haired man thought of another plan to catch the woman who had presumptuously eavesdropped on his secret conversation with Gregory."Verdammt!" cursed Gustav while clenching his fists. He felt furious because the snake woman could escape so easily while carrying a very, very dangerous message if it reached the ears of her nemesis, Kevin. The man reached into his pocket and put a cigarette to his lips. He then struck his lighter and sucked in the opium deeply, trying to calm his frantic mind.Not far from where he stood, Gregory had just left the restaurant building after paying the bill for both of them. Plans to have lunch and negotiate about the continuation of their collusion at Autoekomsten were disrupted by the presence of someone who was not invited. Upon se
In the wake of his fractured friendship with Kevin, Niels' once-glamorous life had crumbled into ruins. No longer surrounded by luxury and prestige, he found himself wandering aimlessly through the city's shadows. Days melted into nights as he sought solace in the bottom of countless bottles, the alcohol a temporary refuge from the bitter reality that had consumed him.Gambling dens became his second home, their flashing lights and enticing promises offering a fleeting escape from the void that had settled within him. The thrill of chance, the flicker of hope that luck might smile upon him once again, was a respite from the weight of his failures. Yet, with every roll of the dice and every spin of the wheel, his debts deepened, becoming a chain that bound him tighter to his self-inflicted misery.The once-confident Niels had become a mere shadow of himself, a man plagued by regrets and "what ifs." His finances lay in tatters, a reflection of the chaos that now raged within him. Th
Niels wandered like a ghost through the dim-lit streets, his steps carrying him through the heart of the town's restlessness. The night was an unpredictable mistress, not yet whispering for him to retreat. With aimless determination, he found himself in the park, its shadows alive with people as forgotten as the stars in the city sky.He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, the sound lost in the murmur of the street. "One day, Niels, you'll have a VIP spot right here, eh?" he mumbled, his words a half-hearted jest.But the night has ears, and it seems the universe has a way of having the last laugh. A voice, worn and weathered by life's trials, floated back to him from the darkness. "Careful what you wish for, lad."Niels turned to see a figure, cloaked in tattered layers, rising from the shadows like a spirit conjured by his words. It was as if the very air held an electric charge, sparking with a challenge.The homeless man stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with an edge tha
As Officer Smith stood there, stunned by the reporter's announcement that they were live on social media, panic began to creep in. She realized that her hasty dismissal of Vanya and Carlin's report was now being broadcast for the world to see, and she couldn't afford to talk rashly any longer.The viewers, who had tuned in to the live broadcast, began to question the truth of Vanya's earlier words aimed at Officer Smith. They typed furiously in the comment section, demanding answers and clarification.One viewer wrote, "Did Officer Smith really turn down evidence of a corporate scandal? That can't be true, can it?"Another viewer chimed in, "This sounds fishy. Why would the police dismiss such an important report?"Officer Smith felt the pressure mounting as she desperately tried to come up with a way to save face and protect her position and the reputation of the entire police institution.
Vanya and Carlin, clutching the stolen documents tightly, burst out of the Autoekomsten Corporation and into the bustling city streets. Their hearts were still pounding from their daring escape, but they knew that their mission was far from over.Vanya, her fiery red hair billowing behind her, hailed a passing taxi with a dramatic wave. "Quick, Carlin! To the nearest police station!"Carlin, always the meticulous planner, quickly got into the taxi and urged the driver to step on it. "Make it snappy, my good man! Time is of the essence."Little did they know that a black sedan had been discreetly tailing them since their exit. Inside the sedan, Agent Harris and her team were in hot pursuit, determined to catch up with the elusive thieves.Agent Harris, her patience wearing thin, muttered to herself, "These two are more slippery than a bar of soap in a sauna."As they weaved through the
Gregory's temper simmered as he wiped the hot coffee from his suit, taking a deep breath to calm himself. The audacity of his nephew Kevin, along with Carlin, Vasky, and Vanya, had pushed him to the brink. They may have stolen his secret documents and his precious jar of pickles, but they were gravely mistaken if they thought they could outsmart him.After the shock of their brazen theft, Gregory wasted no time. He reached for his phone, the touch screen lighting up with his practiced fingertips as he dialed the number for his security team. He knew that retrieving those documents, containing the damning evidence of his criminal activities, was paramount. His entire empire hung in the balance."Security, this is Gregory," he said with a tone of urgency as the call connected. "We have intruders in my study. I need them apprehended immediately. No, don't wait. I want them stopped now."As Gregory issued the commands, his mind
The morning sun bathed the scene as the trio stood outside the imposing walls of Autoekomsten, each prepared to play their part in this high-stakes charade. Carlin and Vanya appeared the part of legitimate employees, their attire and demeanor blending seamlessly with the corporate landscape.And then there was Vasky.In a sea of contemporary fashion, Vasky stood out like a time traveler who had stumbled upon the 21st century. His outfit, a mismatch of colors and patterns, seemed to defy the very laws of fashion coherence. Carlin, quick as ever, wasted no time seizing the opportunity for a light-hearted jab."Vasky," she teased, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips, "you look like the result of a fashion experiment gone awry. Did you raid a costume store from the '90s?"Vasky's expression was a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Carlin," he retorted, his tone laced with dry humor, "some of us appreciate timeless cl
On the designated day, the air was charged with anticipation as Kevin and Vasky embarked on their rendezvous to strategize against the looming shadow of Gregory. The weight of Gregory's influence gnawed at Kevin's authority, a constant reminder of the battle they were about to wage.Kevin's steps were measured yet purposeful, his demeanor a blend of determination and exasperation. As he neared the cafe, he couldn't help but feel like a leader in name alone, a puppet whose strings were held by an unseen puppeteer.Vasky, the embodiment of precision, walked beside him like a strategist preparing for a war council. His thoughts were a symphony of plans and contingencies, a testament to his analytical prowess.“Kev, is it just me or do the people look at us funny?” asked Vasky out of the blue while forcing an awkward smile, only to be equalled by his very own quirky penguin walk.Kevin smirked. “Nah, it’s just your imagination, Vash. Or perhaps they think we’re a couple. I mean, w
The courtroom erupted like a volcano finally unleashed. The witnesses' revelations, direct and unfiltered, detonated a cascade of gasps and whispers that filled the room. The air buzzed with disbelief, as if the walls themselves were echoing the seismic impact of the truth.The judge's decision, a punctuation mark in this symphony of revelations, hung in the air like a heavy fog. The gavel's thud resonated through the room, marking the culmination of this dramatic trial. It was a verdict that bore the weight of justice served.Outside the courtroom, the scene was no less frenzied. Reporters swarmed Gustav like a storm of inquiries. Microphones thrust toward him resembled an intimidating forest of metal and wires. The questions rained down like a torrential downpour, each drop seeking to quench the public's thirst for clarity.Gustav, the epitome of controlled rage, faced the onslaught with an expression twisted by fury. His lips moved, forming words that a maelstrom of anger had
The courtroom buzzed, characters distinct and yet woven into this intricate dance of words. Heissmann's skepticism added spice to the air, Vasky's flair for presentation resembled a magician pulling tricks from his sleeve, and the witnesses – each with their poignant narrative – cast their lines into the drama.In the heart of this exchange, the judge sat, a quiet colossus of discernment. His gaze held the room like an anchor, a reminder of the gravity underlying this display.The elderly man continued, his voice a winding river of reminiscences. "Your Honor," he emphasized, a touch of fervor accenting his words, "this act defied the sanctity of our environment, a travesty unsuited for any stage."Heissmann, never one to relent, lunged once again into the fray. "A poetic protest," he mused, his tone a contemplative stream of doubt, "yet the courtroom seeks sustenance in evidence."Vasky's turn came yet again, a spectacle of strategic timing. He presented records and testimonia
In a dramatic twist, Vanya and Carlin burst into the courtroom, the door swinging open with a flair that caught everyone's attention. The judge's eyebrows shot up in disapproval, his initial impulse being to expel them for their audacious entrance. However, Kevin, his persuasive prowess in full display, swiftly intervened."Your Honor, please, they're with us," Kevin implored, his tone earnest and apologetic. He assured the judge of their importance to the trial, a gamble he was willing to take to bolster their chances of success. The judge let out a weary sigh, muttering under his breath about the less-than-ideal situation he found himself in.“Sigh, I’m too old for this shit...” He reluctantly knocked his mallet for order, signaling that the trial could proceed.As Carlin confidently approached the microphone, she exuded an air of determination. Her opening words painted a vivid picture of Zimmerscheid village, evoking a sense of warmth and charm. Just as the judge was about t
The courtroom was a battleground of legal jousts, with Kevin and Vasky on one side and Gustav on the other. Kevin's demeanor was as intense as a storm gathering its fury, and Vasky, usually a paragon of nerdy composure, seemed to have donned an uncharacteristic layer of steel resolve. It was as if they were both channeling the spirits of unyielding warriors.Before the trial began, Gustav couldn't resist taunting Kevin and Vasky, his arrogant demeanor on full display. "Oh, how touching," he sneered, "the dynamic duo of justice has arrived. Are you two here to entertain me?"Vasky's eyes gleamed with his nerdy charm as he retorted, "Well, you know us, always up for a riveting legal showdown." He adjusted his glasses with a hint of mischief, clearly relishing the intellectual duel ahead.Kevin, the embodiment of righteous determination, spoke with unwavering conviction. "This trial isn't about entertainment, Gustav. It's about justice prevailing over greed."Gustav's sinister la