Soon after Jennie and Karl left, Ben went upstairs, while Aliyah cramped herself inside the room. Her situation dawned deeper on her and she could feel a heavy and uncomfortable lump in her throat. She grew weary of assuming Ben's consideration, well aware of his indifference. His actions seemed determined to bring her down, mentally, and physically, regardless of who witnessed it. Fatigue overwhelmed her, and she yearned for a decent amount of sleep. Unconsciously, she traced her fingers along her feet.Arggh!She moaned as a tremor of pain surged from her leg, coursing through her body. She was able to move around freely because the painkiller had taken effect and she was now feeling the repercussions of it. The doctor's advice to not walk needlessly until she was healed was heavily flouted from the moment she returned to this hell hole, She had moved around too many times to count, not that it was her fault, It was all because of Ben's paltry antics. Her weakened foot mad

Ben was visibly frustrated and didn't want to hear any more from Chris. Of course, he hadn't forgotten about the project held years back that claimed a lot of lives, it wasn't something he had done of intention, it happened—things happen. He did try to go back and examine what had gone wrong, and he realized every spot was filled with potholes and he could barely assume the cause. So how was he meant to atone for a mistake of which he has no idea about the root? But above all, he was sure of one thing he had said to the man, he felt no guilt regarding those deaths, that was an unforeseen circumstance and those people who paid with their lives all died because they were unlucky, it was nothing more than that. Chris might have come here hoping to coerce him into something big scheme of his, but since he had turned him down, he'd surely try to meet some other mafia groups and offer them the deal, but then that would be again his interest. He had no regrets about it because sooner or l

FEW DAYS LATER** Ben found himself immersed in his work throughout the day, surrounded by a sea of papers that seemed to grow with each passing hour. The relentless task at hand had taken a toll on him, manifesting in a throbbing pain that pulsed through his head and heavy eyes that begged for respite.Seeking a momentary escape, he leaned back in his swiveling chair, allowing his head to rest against its supportive surface. His fingers gently massaged his temples as he felt the persistent ache in his forehead. He brushed his hands through his face from his forehead down to his chin. A fleeting desire for relief prompted him to rise and walk towards the bedside table.Opening the drawer, he retrieved a small container of pills. Popping a couple into his hand, he dry-swallowed them before turning his attention to a waiting glass of water. The cool liquid provided a brief reprieve as he downed it, momentarily easing the strains of the day.His relentless focus had been directed toward

"How dare that small boy think he can pull a fast one over me, how dare he?!" He shouted he hadn't felt this much sensation in ages. As a businessman he is known and feared by many, yet, this young man trampled on him like he was nothing but a piece of shit, like a rag, a tool merely to be used for his end.He was not at all pleased by how things were panning out but he had no choice he was being held by the throat and one wrong move would render him and his reputation tarnished.His secretary looked from a distance and didn't know what the issue was, he wasn't sure what to make of the matter and decided to ask"Sir, is the press conference going to carry on as planned?"Chairman Zack had come to his senses and was now calm after the feat of rage he displayed. He sat on his office chair with his head bent down and despair written all over his face as he buried his face in his palm.His legs were sprawled out as he inclined into a bad posture on his chair, and his protruding stomach

Karl spent almost twenty minutes in Ben's office, he sat calmly on the swiveling chair which was across from Ben on the table. After a while, there was silence in the room and Ben suddenly asked "What exactly did you come here for?" Karl was someone who could come into his office at any time he wanted—even without a reason, but Ben felt like there was something else he had to say other than exchange words with him. Karl clicked his tongue, "I did come here for something and it's a bit urgent, I thought I could speak to you about a few things." His expression turned serious and he stopped spinning the chair back and forth.Ben's brows furrowed in curiosity at his friend's next words. Karl glanced at Aliyah, after which Ben ordered her to go make some coffee for them."What's this about now?" "I've got something for you," Karl said as he brought out a file from a bag that he had brought with him, Ben's gaze followed the file that Karl handed out to him and he received it, partly c