Completing an interview looked as though there was only one on-camera reporter talking in front of the camera alone and it appeared as though it could be casually carried out anywhere and anytime but in fact, it was actually a huge project that required the precise cooperation of an entire professional team to complete, particularly an interview involving patronages.
Upon hearing the urging from the other side of the phone, Julie, an experienced interviewer, turned bright right away as she increased her pace. "Henry, I suddenly have a hunch that a good fortune is befalling us…"
"Your hunch is not bad, miss. That old fellow Patin actually quietly obtained an opportunity to interview the boss behind LS through some backdoor methods. In fact, even though that Asian skinny guy who looks prematurely senile always keeps a low profile, and there's a lot of 'news hit' on him. This is a very unusually rare opportunity. Seizing it will likely make you a real anchor... "
"Archers, you have 15 — no, 14 minutes to get to the Ocean Empire Building! We'll leave now immediately!" Stimulated by the words on the phone, the female reporter who rushed into the interview car yelled at the driver excitedly and shouted at her cell phone, "Of course I understand that this opportunity is very rare! Henry, stop talking, and quickly send me the information about the interview target and interview questions."
"Ok, I'll send them to you right away! I wish you success, girl!" The last sentence resonated from the other side of the phone and the call was hung up right away. After more than ten seconds later, when Cathy, who was the assistant, was fixing Julie's makeup, a compressed email was sent to the tablet of the female reporter.
Without wasting even one minute, Julie opened the mail impatiently while allowing Cathy to continue to touch up her face with a small delicate brush.
Due to the reason that the internet network in Noah World had just recently been established, and the sudden eruption of the chaotic war had turned to get a complete copy of the information into a dream. There was not much information about the young Asian boss of LS Group.
Other than some brief legendary introductions of how he had founded the LS slaughterhouse and established the foundation of the group that had a net worth of tens of billions of dollar at the age of seventeen, and had published a joint publishing paper in the world's top academic magazines such as 'Science' and 'Natural Biology' at almost the same time, and had directly entered Stanford to study a doctorate degree in Biology, there were only a few more news articles of mixed judgments.
Swiping her finger continuously to read all the information quickly, Julie was just about to study the interview question carefully when she suddenly found that the photo in the photo report on the tablet screen had an inexplicable familiarity, prompting her to murmur, "I should have seen this photo before but I don't have any impression about it at all. How strange…"
"Do you mean the photo of the boss behind LS, Miss?" Cathy, who had just finished touching up the makeup for Julie, tilted her head and looked at the tablet curiously, "Lisheng Zhang? This name is really familiar. Oh, that's right, Riley's Asian brother's name seems to sound like this as well. And their facial features are a bit similar. Maybe he can make an impression of the LS Group's boss ten years later if he starts to take drugs."
After becoming a god, Zhang Lisheng had become healthy and young, completely unlike his often pale and skinny appearance that he used to have when he had to feed his wizard guys with his blood essence.
On top of that, Asians looked similar in the eyes of the Westerners so even though the female reporter had sharp professional observations, she could not see through the truth just based on one old news photo.
She merely laughed and told her assistant, "Don't be so mean, Cathy. Riley is your good friend."
Since the time was pretty rush, Julie did not think too much and merely swiped the tablet and began to work out the interview questions.
At the same time, the interview car galloped under the hot sunshine of New Washington A and finally arrived at the entrance of the Ocean Empire Hotel early about ten minutes later.
"We've arrived, miss. 11 minutes and 47 seconds! It's a miracle! It looks like my destiny is not to be an ordinary interview driver but an F1 driver, isn't it?" The driver with a brownish-red Mexican face of the interview car remarked proudly as he parked the car steadily.
"The reason you could make such a miracle today is because you haven't encountered any red light all the way, and there's no red light on the F1 track anyway, so you know what? Just drive your interview car with peace, Archers." Jotting down the key point of the interview speedily, Julie breathed a long sigh of relief and got out of the car. Together with her assistant, photojournalist, lighting engineer, and so on, she entered the hotel.
Unlike the hot and dry weather peculiar to the daytime of a sandy oasis city outside, the lobby of the Ocean Empire Hotel, which had a combination of natural scenery and modern civilization, was cool and humid. Unfortunately, before the female reporter and her group of followers could even catch their breath, the reception staff of the LS Group had already gone up to greet them together with a group of their NBC TV colleagues.
After studying Julie from up to down several times in a scrutinizing gaze, one of LS' receptionists, a tall and solemn-looking middle-aged African-American woman wearing an old-fashioned gray suit extended her hand and said, "You must be Miss Julie Mihr, the anchor host from NBC. I'm Lans Flittel, the Director of the Media Department at LS Group. Nice to meet you."
"Good afternoon, Madam Lans, I'm very honored to be able to work with you but before this, may you please allow me to ask about the situation of my injured colleague first?" Julie shook hands with a middle-aged woman with force and asked sincerely.
"Of course, please feel free to do so."
"Tommy, how's Luke?" The girl smiled at Lans with a thankful smile and turned her head to ask her colleague.
Upon seeing that Julie did not mention the interview when she first arrived but asking about the competitor's injuries first, the ugly expressions on the few unlucky fellows, who had encountered the accident but was safe, but whose hard work had gone down the drain, eased a little. Somebody answered in a low spirit, "He's still being rescued in the hospital but he's out of danger now."
"That's good." Julie nodded with a relieved expression and immediately entered the main topic. Turning her head, she told Lans, "Madam Lance, I've already jotted down the interview questions on the way, but I have some new ideas. Can I have some of your time to discuss this with you?"
"Miss Julie, the interview questions were concluded after three full days of meticulous discussion." Lans said with a frown. "The reason I agree to you taking over the interview is because of your relatively gentle interview style. But now that you said so, just minutes before the interview…"
"I only need three to five minutes, Madam. I just need you to listen to my opinions, please. You can disregard it if you don't agree to it after listening to it."
"Alright then." Lans raised her hand and look at her watch. "You have 5 minutes."
"Thank you, Madam. It's like this, I hope that I can ask Dr. Lisheng a few innocuous personal questions at the beginning of the interview so as to shorten the distance between him and the general audience..." Julie voiced out her opinions rather quickly. amazingly, she managed to add three questions in just a few minutes' time, causing the colleagues who thought that she was merely lucky for obtaining this opportunity to see her in a new light.
After successfully reaching a consensus with the head of the LS Group's media department, Julie eagerly turned her attention to her former partner. "Hanks, I'm ready, can we start recording the opening credit now?"
"You're really anxious, Julie. Oh, if it wasn't for the fact that this Madam Lans from the LS's media department doesn't recognize my overly spicy interview style, this opportunity should have been mine..." Hanks seemed to want to crack a magnanimous joke but the apparent sullen expression on his face showed that he was actually in a bad mood at this moment.
However, when the camera that had turned on turned towards this ace reporter, his expression immediately became professional. "Good afternoon everyone, I'm Hanks Elton. I'm currently live from the hotel lobby that has a unique sense of style of the Ocean Empire Building, the landmark building of New Washington A… In a while, my beautiful colleague Julie Mihr will meet with a legendary person… Let us ask Julie together, are you ready?"
"Aww, Hanks don't be like this. I'm starting to become nervous again being asked by you and the audience in front of the TV..,"
Under the cooperation of two experienced and natural seasoned reporters, the opening credits of two to three minutes finished recording.
After that, the reception staff of LS brought the two interview groups, that had mixed together and appeared to be parading mightily, and more than half of the program department group to the staff-only elevator.
They went straight up the hotel's executive floor on the eighty-sixth floor, crossed a long corridor covered with red cashmere carpet and soon saw a huge scanning door standing tall in front.
Behind the door was a single desk used by a girl with a supermodel figure and a pretty face; further behind were more than ten burly men in police anti-riot gear who were standing straight against the wall.
The scene before their eyes took the knowledgeable TV station staffs by surprise. Then, when they were just about to remove all metal objects from their bodies automatically, Lans suddenly chimed in, "Everyone, this is not a metal scanner. You can safely pass through it as long as you're not carrying a weapon. Of course, if anyone has the habit of carrying a gun or a dagger longer than five centimeters, you'd have to take them out and we guarantee that we'll keep them well for you. We'll return them to you when you leave."
"Please rest assured, Madam Lans, we NBC staffs don't have the habit of interviewing people with weapons." After staring at each other in surprise, Julie replied with a wry smile on behalf of all her colleagues and took the lead to walk through the scanning door with brisk footsteps. Then, she told the young girl who looked like a secretary behind the door, "Miss, I'm Julie Mihr, a reporter from NBC TV and we have an appointment to interview Dr. Lisheng."
"I'm Alice Jolie, the head of the LS Group's security department. Dr. is already waiting for you. Please follow me, Miss Julie." The girl stood up and responded with a polite smile. However, she waited until all of the TV staff members had passed through the scanner without exception before turning around to lead Julie to continue this endless journey.
They walked through another long corridor and finally came to a huge classic carved mahogany arch at the end of the corridor.
Alice gently pushed open the wooden door and walked into the office the size of half a football field, before saying softly to a back bathed in dazzling sunlight, "Dr., the NBC reporters are here now."


A young man from the Miaowei Tribe brought up by his strict father, suddenly turned into Rank 1 Wizard on the day he was orphaned. He then obtained the ability to control giant worms. 
Soon after, he found his mother who was in a faraway foreign land by accident. From a small mountain village, he managed to jump into the amazing arena that was a global metropolis.
Thus far, we have a young man who inherited the legacy of mastering ancient demons from an ancient country. 
From Western civilization to other worlds, a fascinating saga is born.

+++
Sylvester dropped the landline receiver after speaking
with Agent Dakolo, he sat back into his seat, trying to
decide whether to attend to the Agent's request first or to
follow after Henry. He chose the latter and got up from
his seat. He picked up his phone from the table and
proceeded out of the office.
Two minutes later, he was seated in the visitor's seat
behind Henry's table. Henry wasn't paying much
attention to him but was focused on his work on the
laptop.
'Here's what I wanted to show you' Henry quickly handed
a paper to Sylvester and turned back to his laptop. 'How
was the interview? What position did she apply for?'
Henry asked.
'There was no interview' Sylvester answered without
taking a look at the paper he was handed. 'She only came
to submit her credentials in person'
'I see' Henry said in a low voice, acting less interested.
'You thought I invited her over for an interview?'
'Yes, of course. You are the Boss here and you don't need
my permission to interview anybody' Henry answered
with a slight chuckle.
'But we already agreed to work with those available and
not to take in anyone else for now. I wouldn't go against
our agreement'
Henry paused and looked up, he fastened his eyes on
Sylvester's face. 'I didn't suggest that in anyway' He said
and turned his face back to the laptop. 'Oh! You thought
that was the reason I didn't agree to see her?'
'What else could be the reason?'
'I wasn't aware of the interview before, neither do I know
the position the interview is for so I didn't think I had any
business to do with her' Henry answered, keeping a light
smile on his face.
Sylvester remained quiet for a while, staring at Henry's
face. He had thought Henry was angry but Henry's
demeanor and words have proved him wrong.
'So what do you …' Henry paused on seeing that Sylvester
had not checked the paper given to him. 'Come on, read
what's there'
Sylvester picked the paper and scanned briefly through
it. 'When did you start working on this?'
'It wasn't my work, Dayo did it' Henry replied. Dayo was
the new employee that was taken in the week before.
'It looks good but we have to find how crackable these
codes are' Sylvester commented.
'That's why I was in your office then, I wanted to check
through your history log but I've been able to check it
from here'
'So, are they crackable?'
'Yes, it's even made up of very easy combinations'
'Does that make it usable or not?'
'It's not usable. It would be easily cracked by the
opposition'
Sylvester folded the paper and dropped it on the table.
'Agent Dakolo called some minutes ago, he'll be here in
the afternoon to get a report on all that we've been doing
concerning the breach we've been experiencing'
'Okay, I've been expecting him to ask for it. I prepared a
report already and he doesn't even need to come here,
we could mail it to him' Henry said.
'I think he'll also like to get some explanations, that's why
he wants to come physically' Sylvester put in.
'No problem, we'll be ready for him'
'So what do we do now with Mr Dayo's piece?' Sylvester
asked as he got up from the chair, ready to leave for his
office.
'We'll just keep it and keep working, we need something
deeper' Henry tapped the enter key on her laptop
keyboard in a loud manner and then relaxed into his
seat, signifying that he was through with what he was
doing. He stared up at Sylvester's face. 'You know we are
trying to entrap this group, so we have to be wiser than
they are. We cannot afford to use simple keys and scripts
in tackling them, that'll be making mockery of ourselves'
'Alright then' Sylvester shrugged and turned to leave.
~~~
**Kabakawa, Batagarawa Katsina, Katsina State. **
After lodging in an hotel for two days, the team finally
moved into the rented apartment for which they had
paid the rent fee for a year. The house wasn't too
expensive but it was big enough to contain all of them. It
was already furnished to their taste before they moved
in.
They had chosen a flat with three bedrooms in the two
storey building house with a total of six flats. Theirs was
located by the left side on the middle floor. Tarasha had
carefully chosen an apartment for them in an open area
this time, it would reduce the rate of unnecessary
suspicions. But they also had to be extra careful and
watchful.
It was Monday morning and work had begun already.
Cole was seated behind a table, composing an email on
his laptop to inform the Ata's foundation of their team's
arrival into the country. Benny was in one of the rooms
where he and Cole had chosen for themselves, arranging
the new arms and ammunitions into the wardrobe. He
neatly arranged the various sizes of bullets and sealed
explosives in a section. He arranged the pistols in another
section and long guns in another. The last section was
used to store his clothes and Cole's.
Aisha was also in her room, setting the place in the order
she wanted. She hissed on seeing the little bag of clothes
which she brought to the place. Although the bag was
actually the biggest bag amongst all bags of clothes the
team had brought, she still thought it to be small. Their
kind of job would not satisfy her desire to always take
her best clothes around town.
She hissed again as she saw herself in the mirror on
bending to arrange the makeup kits placed in front of the
mirror. What did she even need the clothes for now that
her hair was gone? She looked like a man, she thought.
She gave a brief mockery laugh at herself as she rubbed
her palms on the head. She then turned back to pick a
small case which contained more makeup kits. That
wasn't for her but for the team, the team would
frequently need to change their appearances on this
operation. Another small bag was lying beside the case, it
contained camouflage materials like artificial beards,
masks, wigs and even skinlike gloves.
Benny walked into the living room after he was done with
arranging the tools, he met Cole already closing his
laptop.
'Have you finished typing the email?' He asked as he
moved to sit on the couch.
'Yes, we'll see it when we come back from the boutique'
Cole answered, standing up with his closed laptop in his
hand.
'You want us to go now?' Benny seemed not too
comfortable with the idea.
'Yes, what else should we do now?'
'Why don't you send the email now and let's see their
reply, they may probably engage you in a chat' Benny
tried to convince Cole.
'I've sent the mail to the Boss first for vetting, until she
replies us we cannot forward it to the foundation' Cole
responded with a wry look on his face. 'Dust your lazy a-s
and let's go out to get the clothes now. I'll go get Aisha.'
With that Cole walked away, leaving Benny who remained
on the seat tiredly. For Benny, it was always fun to get
new clothes but this one was different, the clothes would
have to be disposed off at the end of the operation.
~~~
**Abuja**
2pm
'You went this far?' Dakolo stared Henry in the face as he
read the report provided to him. 'Even the US CCTV
officials have not discovered up to this, nice job' he
commended cheerfully jamming his palms together.
'Thank you sir' Henry smiled.
'The only thing that looks similar in this their report is…'
Dakolo began but stopped abruptly. He bent to bring out
the report from the US CCTV from his small brief case
which was placed by the leg of the chair he was seated.
He placed the binded four pages report on Henry's table.
Sylvester was the first to pick up the report and open it.
Dakolo opened back Henry's report which was still in his
hands. He began to flip the pages until he got to the last.
'Here' he said, pointing a particular area on the page.
'This code looks similar to theirs'
Henry bent forward to look at where Dakolo was
pointing. Dakolo handed it over to him to have a better
view.
" BN 10354
' Encrypt XL
<< — t.a.r– n.e.f — >>
Run script = enter '
>>"
That was one of the most mysterious encryption code
Henry had ever come across. He had never seen the key
words anywhere else before and since he discovered the
script, he not been able to decrypt it.
Dakolo collected the report Sylvester was holding and
opened to the second page. 'Here ' he pointed another
area to for Henry to look at. The encryption script Henry
saw in the US report was similar to the one in his report.
"BN 20679
'Encrypt XL
<< — s.e.r— n.e.f — >>
Run script = enter '
>>"
'What??' Henry's lips vibrated as he fixed his eyes on the
code, looking slightly baffled. He took his eyes off to
Dakolo face. 'The assassin group is larger than we
thought, it's a worldwide organization'
Dakolo licked his lips slowly and silently as he watched
Henry fix his eyes again to the report.
'Can I…' Sylvester who was anxious to see the correlation
stretched forth his hand impatiently to collect the
reports from Henry.
'So now that we know that we are dealing with a
worldwide assassin group, we have to up our game'
Dakolo finally spoke. 'Your engineers have to be
informed about what they are dealing with. And I think
the corporation has to establish a strong connection with
the US corporation'
'Wow! I wasn't aware that there have been breaches in
the CCTV operations in the US too' Henry spoke in low
tones, relaxing his back in the seat.
'There have been' Dakolo replied him, tapping a finger on
the table as he stared into the air and inhaled. 'The breaks
always comes during the period of assassinations just like
ours'
'Hmm… Same strategies, same codes' Henry said
thoughtfully.
Dakolo stared at Henry's face for a moment. 'Henry E.G, I
need to ask you some questions' Dakolo stated after a
brief moment of silence.
Henry sat upright and adjusted himself to pay attention,
surprised at the Agent's sudden change of tone. 'What
questions sir?'
'You were kidnapped recently' Dakolo paused and stared
at Henry's face, noticing a change. It was obvious to him
that Henry wasn't comfortable with the new subject.
'Yes sir' Henry confirmed reluctantly.
'It happened after you got a job from the late Chief Jubril
Lawal?' Dakolo continued, making sure he maintained
eye contact with Henry. Henry noticed this and decided
to try as much as possible to hide his expressions, else
the Agent would extract every information from him
even if he tried to lie.
'Yes, I don't know if the job was for Chief Jubril but it was
brought to us by one of his workers' Henry answered.
'Chief Jubril sent him' Sylvester quickly put in.
Dakolo took a glance at Sylvester and fixed his eyes back
to Henry's face. 'Let's talk about your abduction first. It
lasted for less than a day. How did you escape?'
'I was told that they left us to go after they had a
disagreement amongst themselves' Henry replied.
'You were told?'
'Yes, I was knocked out. I only opened my eyes after
we've moved far away from there'
'You and your girlfriend?'
'No, but a very close lady friend'
'Well, I don't need to go into details of how you were
abducted that day. I know that you have been questioned
about that already.' Dakolo adjusted to a more
comfortable seating position and placed his chin on his
right fist. 'You mentioned during your interrogation with
the police that your suspect was Dare, Chief Jubril's son?'
'Yes' Henry confirmed with a nod.
'But you didn't mention to me that you've seen him
recently' Dakolo frowned.
'Sir, we've not really been able to discuss personal
matters since you came into town'
'That's true.' Dakolo paused and turned to Sylvester who
was already clearing his throat to announce his desire to
leave since he felt he wasn't concerned with the
questioning.
'Mr Sylvester' Dakolo called with a chuckle. 'You have to
wait, I also have some questions for you too.' Sylvester
nodded in reply and comported himself. Dakolo turned
back to Henry.
'Let's push the personal matters aside for now' Dakolo
continued with Henry. 'Did you ever think that the kidnap
could be related to the job brought by the late Chief's
PA?'
'No' Henry replied sharply after narrowing his eyes
thoughtfully.
'You don't think so?'
'Yes, I don't' Henry shook his head in negative to
emphasize. He thought again briefly. Omotara was the
suspect behind the number he was investigating, so was
it really possible that she had planned their kidnap.
'So you insist that it could have only been Dare Lawal?'
Dakolo pressed. 'Wait' he cut in before Henry could
speak. 'What was the result of your investigation?'
Henry's heartbeat increased thrice in speed. The question
he was scared of have been finally asked. Was he now
going to turn Omotara in? Knowing fully well that Agent
Dakolo would not stop until he fishes out who Alexander
Evelyn really was and probably even associate her with
the Chief's assassination which Henry believed Omotara
was innocent about.

This story is about a Lady Assassin who was
trained in Russia, specially skilled in the art and
carrying out the job with no fears, restraints or
apologies.
She became so powerful and was greatly feared
by several of her male counterparts, including
some of the masters who trained her. She hated
so many things, God was number one on her
hatred list.
She came down to Nigeria and was still involved
in her profession until she met someone who
was willing to help her start a new life.
But people from the past came into her life
bringing back old memories. Then she met her
match, another fierce assassin

Arthur Tullett always led an average life. All he ever wanted was to get a stable job, marry a caring wife, be a fun father, and live without regrets.

All that came crashing down when his magic wielding, tentacle swinging, Cthulhu horror of a baby sitter paid him a visit. Before he knew it, things escalated out of control, and common sense became a thing of the past.

Now he has to venture across the universe solving mysteries left unexplained for eons. Meet bizarre civilizations full of alien wonders, and save them from cosmic terrors out there to gobble them up.

Join him on this fantastic journey full of laughter and passion through the stars.



Important Disclaimers:

Releases: 2 per week.

Chapter length : 1.5k - 2k words on average. Maybe be more but definitely not less.

This story contains no harem. I will show when I have to, and tell when I have to. English is my 4th language.

'We settled here too soon' was the thought that kept running through her head as she ran down the cramped hallway in the low gravity, crystallized blood splatter covered most of her helmet, but her head was only filled with figuring out how to get home. How naive we were as a species? We looked at the bright gray rock in the sky and our only thought that went through our heads was 'mine', even as we kept on killing each other for petty reasons and started ruling over our small dirt rock that floated through space we believed that we were the rulers of our world, oh how wrong we were.

----- Sometime before that ----- 

In the end, it was not any of the major private or state owned space agencies that established the first permanent moon colony, but the Artemis collective. Formed in the year 2010 by a series of medicine, manufacturing, aerospace and energy conglomerates it initially looked to be just another PR move and went under the radar for the general public. But in 2020, 10 years after their establishment they unveiled plans to form a lunar colony within 5 years, backed by their unveiling of the Artemis 1, the world's first fully functioning SSTO. An SSTO, or Single Stage To Orbit craft is a spacecraft able to reach a stable orbit without shedding any hardware or staging propellant tanks, in essence, a spaceplane straight out of science fiction. 

The Artemis 1 was able to straight up just fly into space by utilizing a revolutionary new engine design that was able to breathe air inside the atmosphere like a commercial aircraft, and in space function like a normal rocket engine by supplying liquid oxygen to the fuel mix. Overnight the Artemis collective turned into a sensation, they suddenly had usable technology governments and companies around the world had spent billions of dollars unsuccessfully developing, and it looked like they were going to dominate the private space industry, but in the end that was not the case. 'The Artemis 1, and all future design variations are only designed to, and will only ever carry Artemis collective payloads and personal' with that single statement the anonymous head of the Artemis collective underlined that they were not looking to enter the commercial space industry, and went on to establish a gateway station in moon orbit within that year. After the initial gateway station was established the Artemis collective only seemed to increase launches to an almost daily occurrence, with an ever increasing fleet of SSTO's they moved tons of cargo into 200 kilometer parking orbits, and then to the gateway station. The first moonbase, dubbed Site 1, they had promised was landed in a crater on the dark side of the moon exactly 5 years after the original announcement, with the fist crew inhabiting it a mere month later.
5 years after that historical event it was finally revealed why the base had been established, and presumably billions of dollars had been poured into the project, the Artemis collective had achieved viable fusion energy. By fusing deuterium, a relatively common hydrogen isotope with helium-3 mined and refined on the moon they had replicated the endless power generation of the sun, in a neat and clean package completely safe for the environment with no carbon emissions and only extremely minor leftover radioactive material, it was able to produce a magnitude more energy than even the most advanced nuclear power plant. Within that year the first reactor opened in Shenzhen China, entirely fulfilling the region's energy demand and proving the concept, rushing the world into the age of fusion power, with The Artemis collective as the sole supplier. The year 2030 marked multiple milestones of for the collective, Site 4 and 5 had opened on the moon and they now supplied 65% of the world's energy needs, but more importantly for the 24 year old certified pilot and PhD in engineering and theoretical physics, Isabelle Hansen, the year marked the first time in the Artemis collective's sought new employees, not only for normal operations, but also maintaining their ever growing lunar operation. 

[Age?]
"Emm, 24."
Finding herself in a tiny room with only a single chair, which she sat in, Isabelle faced a computer monitor and microphone speaker combination that was currently interviewing her.
[Confirm age]
"24 years old"
[Any history of radiation exposure?]
"What?"
[Failure to answer immediately affects this interview negatively.]
"Um, I've been x-rayed a few times."
[Calculating score of the interview, standby….]
"..."
As her robotic interviewer fell silent, Isabelle wondered why she flew all the way to central Africa for a job interview that appeared to fail harder than when she forgot she applied as a college lecturer, and gone directly into the interview after a solid week of drinking at a festival.
[Interview complete, please leave the room]
"Eh?"
[Vacate the room, or you will be vacated.]
"O-okay.."
In the end, she had no idea how she did. Leaving the cramped interview room she passed multiple lines of people in ties and left the Sci-fi like branch office and started looking for a taxi. Reaching the airport she took the first flight home, after suffering next to a crying baby she, at last, reached her hometown. Haggard like an exploited blue collar worker after a week long death march she deeply sighed, creating a cloud in the early morning fog.
"I need a beer… Or 10."
Looking around for an open bar she dragged her suitcase behind her looking for a place to drown her sorrows, until she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket,
"Mom please, not now… EH!?"
Expecting a massage from her overly worried mother, Isabelle lazily dragged out her phone to check the message, coursing her to make an exceedingly stupid sound as she rapidly refreshed her email client.
"Eh? EEEEHHHHHHH!!?"
"SHUT UP, PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!!!"
"SORRY!"
Since coming out of airplane mode she had received a single new email.

FROM: The Artemis collective
SUBJECT: Result of the interview 
-------------------------------------------------

Congratulations!

We have reviewed your qualifications and the recent interview, concluding that you fulfill the basic requirements for the next round of selection. Please report to the collective branch office #5 in New York within 10 days for physical evaluation and training.

For the betterment of the human race
The Artemis collective.
-------------------------------------------------

"I definitely need a beer.."

At the dawn of the 20th century, the world seemed like it would come to an end. After decades of overexploitation, the earth's natural resources were running out and the United States of America and the Chinese-Soviet federation both started to suffer from energy shortages to sustain the zero sum game they had been playing for the last 94 years, the cold war finally seemed like it was starting to warm up. 

But then it seemed like a single corporation saved the world overnight, the Artemis collective solved the energy crisis by achieving viable fusion energy by using a rare element mined on the moon. The Artemis collective saved the world, but in doing so, and establishing a permanent presence on the moon they might have awakened something the human race was not ready for.

After Sato was finished with his introduction, silence permeated the room. It was only after 3 seconds when Siara started flipping through his job application. Her face frowned as she read through the information provided.

How did this man get past the selection phase of the job site? Shouldn't it have only been available for people who had a degree? Siara questioned.

After a short while, Siara took the paper with Sato's information and placed it to one side. "Well there has been a problem with the job site that we had used. There should only be degree holders here for this interview. I hope you can understand where I am coming from, Mr Sato." Siara spoke first. 

Her words rang in Sato's head loudly, even though she spoke normally. I... I am not valid for this interview? No chance given?

"But..." He was speechless, yet he needed to say something. Even if it would've made not difference. "Please give me a chance to get through this interview, Ms Siara!"

"I am sorry, but this is the requirements that was set by the higher ups. I have no right to question their request." Her words were painful, but were indeed the truth. Why would such a high paying job not require a degree holder? It was definitely an error of the job agency. " Now, I am sorry to say this, but could you kindly leave the room now as we would have to continue with this interview."

The final words crushed all of Sato's hope of having a chance. He felt condemned and his body heavy. He slowly pushed his chair backwards and walked out of the room with his head low. No one looked at his leaving shadow. All but the Major General. He watched the entire process.

Sato walked by the other 10 interviewees outside. They were either sniggering or looking down on him.

"Look at how pathetic this man is. He can't even stay in the room long enough to finish the interview."

"Yeah. He was probably uneducated or something. Isn't he also the one that reached the venue late? It is no wonder that he would be kicked out early."

His heart hurt, but he could not blame anyone. He was the one that was lacking a degree. He was the one that was late. He was not qualified at all. As Sato walk down the business avenue once again, he realised this time he came down this road with an injury on his stomach. It hurt but it did not hurt as much as the rejection he received.

Even on the train back home, he just stared out of the window and did nothing. No thoughts ran through his head, only the fleeting clouds and occasional birds that could be seen flying by. He felt empty. 

By now, the interview that concluded with the 19 interviewees and the conference room had 5 people left. They were the ones that are making the final decision. 

"I personally think that this lady, Myra Wilson is a good candidate. She spoke fluently and with confidence during our questioning. She was the one that shone out of the people in group 2." Colonel John gave his comment.

"Yeah I agree with John on his observation. The other 9 of them were rather mediocre when it came to speaking skills, which is something that is very crucial in the job scope of a PA." Colonel Cyrus agreed with him.

"Alright. We shall let Myra Wilson get through to round 2 of selections." Siara wrote down her name while looking for any form of response from her boss, Gray. He had kept his silence as per usual. Not many people could ever get him to talk, not even his closest colleagues or Personal Assistant. " Now let us look at group 1 then. I personally think the first person that introduced, Holly Windlock is quite good."

"Yes yes. I also thought that that lady Holly had a certain charm. Her smiles and the way she spoke could probably lead weak hearted males astray." Ms May commented while looking at the two Colonels.

"Hey! What are you talking about? I'm not weak hearted ok? However, she was definitely the prettiest candidate out of the 18 females." Colonel John shouted out.

"Hmm. She would be perfect when having to deal with public relations. Well let her through to the second stage, Siara." Colonel Cyrus agreed and Siara wrote down her name.

"General Gray, don't you think that Ms Holly looked really beautiful?" Cyrus asked Gray, to which he only received a glare from him. Cyrus then stood up and bowed slightly to him. "Sorry sir!" 

"Well we need one more candidate. Who do you guys find special or is a suitable candidate?" Siara cleared her throat and got back on topic. This time no one spoke out for the third candidate. Those two were the only ones that really stood out. "If there is no one, then I will just be training and observing two individuals." 

"I have one person in mind." Just then, Gray spoke out. Everyone was shocked at how there was someone that caught the General's eye. Which lady was it? Or could it be that man from group 2?

"Sato Takahashi. Put his name down." With that, Gray left the room first and the other four kept silent in shock. Sato? The young man that was kicked out even before the interview truly started? What was the Major General thinking? 

"Well I guess you should write his name down, Siara. We can't actually go against out Sir's choice." Colonel John broke the silent atmosphere. 

"Yeah. I do not know what my boss is thinking, but I will definitely keep an extra eye on this mysterious young man." Siara noted him down and the meeting concluded. 

At home, Sato was listlessly lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. What should I do? Work at a construction site to make ends meet ? Go back home to mother and father? 

His best friend, Ming had been trying to call through to him all day, but he had not pick up his phone. He just lied there, unmoving and still. 

At this moment, a different notification sound came through. It was for an email. Sato turned around to pick his phone up to see who is it from. It was from the Central Defence Base. 

Hmphh was this mail coming in to state that he had not gotten in? Sato clicked into the email. His eyes immediately widen into a circular ball.

 "I GOT IN!!!" Sato jumped out of his bed and was extremely ecstatic. He felt like he was brought back from the dead. He immediately called Ming back and told him about the good news he had received. However, Sato did not become complacent as he knew that this was just the beginning of everything.

Sato had to drop out of university as he lacked the funds to continue his education. Due to some unfortunate encounters, his original scholarship funds had disappeared and now he was forced to earn enough to carry on his education journey.

As such, he saw a advertisement ad recruiting a personal assistant in the military. Anyone could be eligible and not only that, the pay was high too. Immediately Sato applies for it, where he soon finds out that it was to be the Personal Assistant for a Major General of the Army of Country Z.

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On the beach, Yve has fallen asleep beside Vince after eating the food they bought. Her workload plus the things that Vince revealed tired her up.  Having understood all of this, Vince carried her back to the car and settled her in the front seat and drove back to the hotel.

After ensuring that Yve is comfortable on the bed, he went to the bathroom to freshen up only to be interrupted by Sylvan.
"What is it?"
"Primo, they found a report about Nyelle's mother. I sent the details to your email."
"Okay. Thanks."

Thinking that it must be urgent for even Sylvan to call him late at night, he went to his study to check his email. He didn't like what he read and for sure Yve wouldn't like this, too. But he's bound by the promise they made at the beach.

---
A few hours ago while eating on the beach
--

"Vince?"
"Hmm?" Vince said as he stopped eating to look at Yve doing the same thing to him.
"To be honest, I feel nervous knowing the dangers that being in the underworld might bring."
"Do you want me to quit?"
Yve looked at him and said, "As if it would be that easy to quit."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Just be honest with me."
"...."
"I don't need you to tell me the specifics especially when it doesn't concern me. Don't make lies like you're going for a business trip or something. Just tell me you need to do something Primo-like."
"Primo-like, ei…" 
"..."
"Please, Vince. Other than that, I want you to ensure your safety as well. After that, I guess everything is fine with me."
"I promise." 

---
Back at the present
--
Vince took a deep breath and turned his laptop off and decided to tell Yve everything tomorrow morning. Before heading for bed, he instructed Sylvan to inform the police station that both of them are coming in the afternoon for their interview.  He finally took a shower and slept. 

The following morning, Yve was the first one to wake up and so she took the responsibility to prepare a simple breakfast for both of them. A few moments later, she saw Vince coming down from his room with a brown envelope in his hands. She decided to ignore it thinking it was related to Gray Group.

"Good morning, King!"
"Good morning, my Yve." Vince said and kissed Yve on the forehead.

But his next actions caused Yve to be curious. Vince pulled back a chair for her and urged her to take the seat. Yve decided to follow and was handed with the envelope. She gave him a questionable look.

"As much as I would like to hide it from you but a promise is a promise." Vince said as he went to the kitchen and served the food on the table. 
Yve reads the contents of the envelope and was shocked to see the title. 
"Did you held them captive?" Yve asked.
"Yes."
"How are they?"
"Nyelle is doing much better than your step sister."
"I want to see Nyelle now. Take me to her."
Vince knew about this but didn't say anything. He sat on one of the chairs and looked at her.
"How about your interview in the police station?"
"Ahh!! I almost forgot! I'll call Sylvan to…"
"There's no need. Upon receiving the report late last night, I ordered Sylvan to postpone your interview. It will this afternoon with me." Vince explained.
"Thanks. So, will you take me to where you're keeping her?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"NO!"
"Then to avoid your dangerous methods, I'd rather take you there myself before my subordinates kill you."
Yve swallowed her saliva in fear of what she heard but in the happiness of Vince's decision, she hugged her and whispered,
"Thank you so much."

Today is another busy day for me. Work and home are the only places I go to for the past 3 years. The end of THAT relationship ended my happy, easy-going life. But then, when I think about it, it was not his fault but mine. My friends would tell me that I need to move on. I HAVE MOVED ON. It's just I don't want any side trips anymore in my life. I have my dreams and I am working hard for it. Little did I know what the destiny has installed for me.

"Mom, I still love her. She ended the relationship without any valid reason and I didn't agree."

"But son, what if the reason is that she doesn't love you anymore? Isn't that a reason valid enough for you?"

"I have to know it this time, mom. I did try to go out on dates but still failed. I think meeting her again will help me know what is happening with me."

"I guess I have no other choice. But remember, don't let her disrupt your plans and the family's business."

"I know, mom. Steph, book my flight to the Philippines tomorrow."

"Vincent! Why are you in so much rush?!"

"Because I believe that the early bird gets the worm."



Just wait for me, Yve. I will get you back by hook or by crook.

Connor Jackson. These two words make every girl go crazy, screaming and begging for a chance to meet him. He's the world's most popular pop star, and has finally made it to where he can headline his own tour. 
Katelyn Jackson. Nobody has ever heard of her, unless you're in the soccer business. She's a lean, mean machine on the soccer field; she knows how to get the job done. And she also happens to be the younger sister to the great Connor Jackson.
So when everything seems to be falling in place for her soccer dream, it's just in time for her parents to break the news to her. She's going on tour with Connor. No matter how much she begs, cries, and pleads, her parents won't bend, and she finds herself forced to travel the United States with her pop star brother, leaving her soccer dream behind.
But when she gets to meet the lead singer, Zach Matthews, of one of her brother's opening acts things don't seem so bad anymore...

--the next day--

~beep....beep....beep...beep~

"Ugh...dismiss..." 

I said annoyed as the alarm was then dismissed from my phone. Last night, Andrew and I literally went many levels up. My body was slightly aching, so carefully i get out of bed and go to the bathroom. I summon a clean pair of clothes and take a quick shower. After my shower, I got my phone and homework which was completed and went downstairs. 

Andrew wasn't home. So, I walked out his house and headed to school. I checked a email I read yesterday that was sent by my teacher. He wanted me to come to school early to do a test. Arriving at school, I head straight to class where Takashi was waiting patiently for me. 

Heading him my homework I asked, "What id this test for?"

Taking the homework he answered, "To see if your IQ is high enough to start university."

"O-oh!" 

"The test is on the table you sat with your siblings and friends."

"Okay." 

I walk up to the table and sit. Looking through the test, it looked very easy. So, I started the test.

-home-

I was able to finish the text within 15 minutes and was sent home for I would not have class until my results came in. If I passed, I'll start university in three months. If not, then I'll continue college. 

Ash and Atsushi had already left for school. Leon wasn't home either. I'm guessing he had things to do. Just as I sat on the couch, my phone vibrated. Checking it, I saw a new email. It was from acting school. I, luckily, was accepted and would be able to start this upcoming Monday.

I smiles small, but suddenly felt lonely. No one was home, we didn't even have a pet. Part of me wanted to call Andrew but the other part didn't, fearing that I might be disturbing him. Putting my phone to the side, I let out a distressed sigh. 

"We did it last night...hopefully I don't...."

Shrugging away my fear, I stand up, grab my phone, and walk out the apartment. Walking down the street, I decided to visit a pet store. Before I even reached one, Andrew sudden walks up to me with a small smile. 

Stopping on my tracks, I tilt my head to the side slightly, "What's up?"

"A simple yes or no question. Do you like cats?" He said.

"Yes."

"Okay, good. Now, I want to take you somewhere if you are not busy."

"Uh, okay. I guess I'm not busy."

"Alright! Come on!" He grabs my hand and leads me to his car. 

He seemed to be in a really good mood. I mean, after all, he had 'fun' last night. Hehe. Opening the car's door from the passenger's side, I get in the car and put my seatbelt on as he closed the door. Andrew walks to the other side of the car and enter it through the driver's side. 

"So, why in such a good mood?" I asked as he puts on his seatbelt and starts the car.

"Well, one reason i do not need to recall the moment right?" He answered.

"Nope."

"Okay, and second. I went to a job interview this morning and was accepted! I'll start working within three months."

"Oh! Congrats!!"

"And congrats to you too! I bet you'll pass that test and do great as an actor."

"Where you hear that from?"

"A friend."

"A...friend you say? Okay..."

"Heh, i heard it from your teacher weirdo."

"O-oh!"

"Hehe!" Andrew then starts to drive out of the city. 

"Sooo, where are we going?"

"You'll see."

(part 2)
A young female is trying to find her soul mate. Date after date, she finally finds someone to her liking. The minute they layed their eyes on each other, love for each other grew. To the point, they both were more than willing to take things quicker.

Now, there are multiple trials coming their way. This will prove whether their love for each other is real or fake.

Evan got up from the bed when he noticed that space next to him was empty. He looked around, scratched a hand on his eyes to set his sight clear. 
"Daniella?" 
He walked toward the bathroom but she's not there, he took a sigh and put on his underwear and robe on. He laid a hand on the doorknob and opened it a bit but as he did, he heard whispering. 
"What are you going to do with him?" 
He recognized that voice, it was Roberts.' 
"Daniella, do you really think he's one of the boys that saved you before?" 
Robert's voice once again sounded. 
"I don't know. I need to deal with Dr. Lee first before I can focus on Aaron Wesley." 
Evan pursed his lips. He wanted to help but, Daniella refused to accept it. 
"What about the eggs? Do you he used it?" 
A silent came, Evan's brows furrowed in confusion. 
'What eggs?' he asked in his mind. 
"If he's really the boy who saved me, I hope he didn't use it, I can't – I don't want a child." 
He could hear the certainty of her decision despite the hoarseness of her voice. 
"It was a mistake that I gave my permission to his friend, I mean- he was unconscious and I was like half dead so…" 
Evan didn't listen further to their conversation; he walked back to the bed and took off his robe. 
When Daniella was done talking to Robert, she went back into the room and found Evan sitting on the edge of the bed with a serious face. 
"Why don't you let me help you?" he stretched a hand and held her wrist, pulling her closer. 
She sat on his lap, glooming face buried on his shoulder. 
"It's fine babe, I can handle it," she moved her head to look at him, a genuine smile in her lips. 
She's tired. She didn't want to think of her past anymore if she could she would prefer to forget about it but, she has friends like Robert who also lost someone that night. 
She just wanted peace, be with Evan and live normally. 
But she can't, as long as she has the chip in her brain, normal life is impossible for her to have. 
She leaned to kiss him, and as their lips touched, Daniella frowned. 
Her face, her smiling face flashed in her mind as she kissed him. She didn't know why but recently every time she kissed him; all she could see was her face, it was as if Evan only has her in his mind. 
She pulled away, cupped his cheeks with her palms. 
"What do you see when you kiss me?" she asked. 
The corner of Evan's lips twitched in confusion, "nothing." 
It was true when he kissed her, he saw nothing but darkness. Though when he gave her a surprise kiss, he was able to hear a few voices or see images. 
Daniella sighed, one thing she worried about was Evan. She couldn't read him, and when they kissed, she's either seeing her face or the memories she had when she escaped the basement. 
'Why do I keep seeing those memories?' she asked herself. 
She wished to know why it's impossible that Evan would have those memories given that he's not the boy that saved her that night. 
She got up when she felt the phone in the pocket of her jeans vibrating, she looked at it and frowned, it was an email from Scott about Aaron Wesley past. 
She threw the phone on the bed, then she got up and took a step back, "I will take shower, want to join?" seduction in her voice was paired with her eyes, she smiled at him and stretched a hand. 
"I will sleep more," he said and laid back onto the bed. 
When Daniella left, Evan took her phone. He looked at the address where Aaron Wesley was staying and sent it to Mark. 
'Check his schedule, and follow him.' 
When he put his phone down, he got up, removed the remaining clothes he had and went into the bathroom. 
The fog welcomed him as soon as he opened the door, despite the blur, he was able to see Daniella's silhouette under the shower. 
"I thought you want to sleep?" her voice was lively and loud, and he smiled every time 
"I changed my mind." 
He stood behind her, wiped the bubbles on her shoulder and rained it with kisses. 
Evan's face was buried on her neck, he sniffed and it tickled her. 
-- 
As the flash of the camera flickered, Scarlet beamed a seductive smile. Wearing a red long turtle neck dress with a slit on her right leg, Scarlet felt confident. 
"Perfect!" the photographer praised her. 
Scarlet left the studio and proceeded to the parking space in the basement. 
As she was about to open her car, a man approached her. 
"Excuse me!" 
Scarlet's eyes narrowed, she had seen the man, he's one of the press at the hotel she had her debut. 
She gulped hard, his heart-shaped thin face and sharp nose were making him look attractive not to mention his shoulder-length black hair which was combed over has made him look like a model. 
When the man stopped in front of her, she beamed a smile. She has been in the photoshoot and interview today so she's drained but when she saw him, all of her tiredness disappeared. 
"Hi, my name is Aaron Wesley," the man extended a hand to her. 
Scarlet bathed her eyelashes and accepted his hands carefully. 
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wesley, tell me, what can I help you with?" her voice was sweet though it still has the tone of a man. 
"Do you know a woman named Daniella? She has round eyes and deep dimples," he paused and scratched his hair shyly like a teenager boy, "she said she was your friend so I wanted to ask if you can give me her number." 
Scarlet's smile faded, she thought he was one of her fans but it turned out that he's after Daniella. 
"here," with a blunt face, she gave the number to him. 
After the man disappeared, Scarlet took her phone out and dialed Daniella's number. 
When the woman answered she spoke, "Daniella, a man Aaron Wesley asked for your number." 
"What did he say exactly?" 
"Well, first, he asked me if I know a woman named Daniella so-" she paused when Daniella suddenly laughed on the other line and ended the call abruptly. 


Been born with a chip in their brains Daniella Chen and her twin brother Danny Chen grew up special. Their pearl round irises had become a door to their emotions, changing colors according on their feelings.    

The twin’s eyes became pitch-dark black when they’re in pain and  brown as a dried leaf when their feelings were neutral  , green, blue, and gray when they felt blissful.   

Aside from the mystery of their eyes the twin could also read peoples' minds by looking into their eyes. They could see people’s past and thoughts, they could even watch it like a movie. 

On the twin’s 10th birthday a doctor named  Roman Lee took them and locked them up like animals in a  basement.    

And for three years the twin experienced and endured  immeasurable pain in the hands of Doctor Lee.    

Different shapes of needles and knives were used to test their bodies. Blood, flesh, and bones had been taken and drilled just to find out how they differed from normal human beings and the cause of that difference . 

It should have been easy given the fact that they were using modern-day technology and the drug  called anesthesia but this certain drug didn’t work on the twins so all the pain starting from the prick of a syringe to an incision made by a scalpel was felt and endured by the two children .   

But their suffering didn’t end there, their  bodies recovered faster than that of an average human this  ignited the greed of Roman Lee to know more about their bodies.   

As the family moved on and tried to forget the traumatic pain, faith decided to give them another reason to shed tears.   

On the twin's 16th birthday an explosion occurred in  their house. A lot of things happened that night, flakes of snow from the sky dropped leisurely on the ground, the fire burning their house and the bullets raining from the sky.  

That unfortunate night, Daniella lost her mother and her brother who got stuck in their burning house.   

A lost and grieving 16-year-old Daniella was left behind but a kind-hearted woman named Kierry helped her , giving her another chance to live.   

So Daniella lived at an orphanage planning her revenge against the people that had wronged her. 

She decided to take fate into her own hands . 

Join Daniella on her journey to uncover her families secret and take revenge for her families deaths at all cost and watch as she wreaks havoc on those who have caused her pain . Revenge was Daniella’s sole reason for living until she met Evan Su , A man whose past and thought she couldn’t read and a man whose family was deeply involved with hers  , will Daniella find love and give up revenge or will she carry on at all cost . Is there a possibility that she can have both ? . 

Read to know the story of Daniella Chen. 

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