The early morning breeze blew strongly as Madeline's hair got romanced by the wind and a few strands covered part of her face. She suddenly regretted why she didn't tie it into a ponytail. She held the bedsheets in form of a rope tightly and her heartbeat accelerated with every passing minute. She was scared to her wits and her hands were shaking.She has never been this brave in her entire life and this was the first time she was pulling a stunt like this. Bending her head to look down, her hands almost let go of the rope bedsheets in fear and her whole body shook in the air. The rope bedsheet was now showing her a sign that it was not strong anymore. She was almost there. She was on the third floor and just two floors were remaining before she gets to the ground. She was terrified by all of this. What if the rope bedsheets suddenly cut and she fell? If she ever survives it would be a miracle and her well-shaped waist would be dislocated.Ring! Ring!Her phone rang loudly in her bag

"I already told you, we're going to be using five and that's final. I don't care how you do it, but make sure it's possible," Elias ordered. "Yes sir," Mr. Madison replied. His employer is so difficult to deal with. Trying to extract some more money from him is harder than walking on a burning furnace. Ring Ring! Elias's phone rang and he decided to ignore it. "Now, show us what you have for us, Mr. Benson. I hope..."Ring Ring!"Damnit!" He exclaimed before angrily answering the call. "What the fuck do you want. Do you desire my wrath?" He roared at the person on the other side of the phone. "What! I'll be right there," he exclaimed and abruptly stood up from his chair. "Sir, where are you going? We're in the middle of a meeting," Mr. Benson said as they all looked at him."This meeting is adjourned," he declared before wearing his mask and storming out of the conference room, ignoring

Evelyn quickly rushed to him and held his arms to prevent him from leaving. She knew that the only thing stopping him from dealing with her was the rules of the organization. She could see him stopping himself from forcefully throwing her off him. "Evelyn," she heard his deep voice call. "I'm warning you again. You won't like what I'll do to you if you don't get your hands off me," he threatened. He was trying his best to hold himself back. He doesn't want any more problems but if she doesn't listen to him, he was going to forget about everything and teach her a lesson. Her grip on him was so tight and the more he tried to remove his arms from her hands, the more she clung to him. He didn't want to hurt her and that was why he was asking her nicely. "Ok, fine, fine, Elias. If you don't love me, it's fine. If you don't want to divorce that girl and get married to me, it's fine. If you hate seeing my face, it's fine too. I won't bother you anymore, but please grant my last request,"

Elias strode into the restaurant and as always, all eyes turned to him. His aura and appearance screamed power and influence. He walked to the reception and asked the fair well dressed lady. “Where is your boss?”“Hello, sir. Do you want a VIP or VVIP private room?” She asked, flashing him a charming smile. His fingers tapped the reception table in annoyance as he glared at the lady who was smiling broadly at him. “I asked you where your boss is. Did I not?” He repeated.“Y..yes you did. If you want something I can ask someone to get it for you, sir.”Elias snapped. If this place was his, he was surely going to fire this receptionist. He hates it when someone makes him repeat himself. Obviously, this woman was doing one of the things he hates the most. His patience snapped and he hit the table and yelled at the lady. “Where the hell is your boss? If you make me repeat myself one more time, I'm going to throw you into the woods

Two days later, a clean white luxury car, drove through a deluded area filled with thick bushes and tall trees. A handsome young man sat at the back seat of the car, scrolling through his black iPad with his legs crossed. His thick black hair was combed backwards and on his ears were a pair of silver expensive earnings. He was looking like a hot bad guy set for a movie. Elias wasn't wearing his mask today, since he doesn't need it for the day. This was his normal appearance and vibe when going for the organization meeting and this was how he looks without the soft mask to cover the lower half of his face. “How many minutes before we get to the location?” he asked his usual middle aged pot bellied driver. The driver looked at him through the review mirror before answering. “At least 20 minutes, sire,” he answered. He looked back at the road and took a left turn, his eyes scanning the area for any possible enemy. He might look old and weak but surely he was one of Elias best securiti