Present day.
When she saw the e-mail that she was being called in for an interview to be the personal assistant of the CEO of the top tech company in the world, Liz stood up suddenly and jumped in the air.
Oblivious to the fact that the chair which she had knocked back by doing so had almost fallen on the little boy who had been walking behind her, she immediately turned around and ran to him before scooping him up in her arms and hugging him tight.
"SIS! I …grr….told you already! No hugs till you make it up to me!"
Trying to fight his way out of her hands, the kid squeezed out these words.
Hearing him, Liz only chuckled and ruffled his hair before placing a wet kiss on his cheek.
"Yuck! Come on!"
Seeing that he was starting to actually get grumpy, Liz finally set down her half-brother.
With dimpled cheeks, glossy black hair and a cute nose that she loved to pinch, Derek was the most adorable 7-year old that she had ever seen.
And how much ever he asked, she would always deny that she was only saying that because she was his sister.
Bending her 5 foot 8 inches figure and looking into his brown eyes, she said, "Don't you worry, your sister is going to crack the job interview and become THE highest paid assistant in the city! After that, I'll take you everywhere you want!"
As he heard the emphasis on the 'THE', the little kid raised his eye brows as if he knew how much the other assistants got paid.
This only made Liz want to hug him again, but she was stopped by a crashing sound that she heard in the kitchen.
After looking into each other's eyes for a moment, the two of them ran to the kitchen to see a middle-aged woman covered in flour.
The box that had just fallen down was still rolling on the floor while the woman looked into their eyes, frozen, as if she was balancing the pile of flour on her head.
After a few seconds of silence, she hastily looked around the room and pointed at a cat outside on the window sill.
"Meow!"
As all three of them turned their eyes towards the hapless cat, it let out a sound as if it were angered at the false accusation.
Unable to take it anymore, both Derek and Liz burst out laughing while their mother started to dust herself off.
Usually, in such a situation, Liz would already have started to tell off Mary for creating such a mess.
Yet, with the knowledge that their family's condition would soon change for the better, she only helped Mary clean up while smiling to herself.
With even Derek joining in to help, the small family made quick work of the kitchen, soon leaving it spick and span.
"Mum, I got called for that interview I told you about. If I get the job, we can definitely move out of this neighbourhood into a much better one."
Mary, who hadn't said a word so far because of being guilty for causing so much trouble just to reach a biscuit on the high rack, finally spoke.
"Liz, I've heard bad things about that man. Marge says he treats people as objects!"
"What does it matter, Mum? I work, get paid, and get home. How bad could it be? Besides, don't trust that Marge. She loves making stories up! Remember when she spread the rumour about me bringing home a boy from the office? It.was.the.damn.mailman!"
"But this is diff-"
Raising her hand to indicate a stop to the conversation, Liz said with a determined expression, "I've decided, mom. Derek needs to go to a better school; I don't want to see him bullied anymore. You aren't going to do anything to change that anyway, so at least let me."
Walking off with a slightly morose expression, Liz didn't see the emotions of sadness and regret that passed in her mother's eyes due to the truth that Liz had been the one to always give up everything for the family.
After getting to her computer in the small 2-bedroom apartment, Liz immediately sent the mail confirming the time quoted for the interview.
Tomorrow, at 8 am, she would be attending the most important meeting in her life yet.
Little did she know that it was also one that would set her on a track that she could never have imagined that her life would take.
.....
With her long brown hair wrapped into a neat bun, Liz reached the humongous transparent front doors of the building labeled by the name "Happle Inc.".
Pushing open the doorhandles which were shaped like the logo of the company which was a fruit that had been bitten, Liz took deep breaths while making her way over to the reception.
Arranging her knee-length black pencil skirt and the white blouse which was the best one she had, Liz checked her appearance one last time in the mirror.
Fair, oval face, plump cheeks which turned into fluffy balls when she smiled, straight nose, luscious lips and eyes which were so brown that they almost looked black.
"Liz Redmaine, here to meet-"
"Mr. William! You are right on time. Please follow me."

Liz didn't know what she was getting into when she accepted a job offer to work as the personal assistant of the acclaimed coldest CEO in New York. Born in one of the richest families in the world, her employer was rumored to be more machine than man, with many resigning before her because they couldn’t handle the work atmosphere.

The money was good, and she could stay with her family instead of leaving a step-brother who was still a kid and an irresponsible mother alone.

It was only later that she realized that the word ‘cold’ wasn’t enough to describe this man who, without her knowledge, led a life which was not as perfect as others imagined.

Find out what happens when a fiery love meets a frigid heart that has been frozen for decades.

This is a story of emotions, family, and friendship.

Disclaimer:
All Characters, places, event, depicted in the novel are entirely fictitious, any similarity to the actual events or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Release Schedule: 14 Regular Chapters per week(700-900 words each)

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Agent of Rafael Radal, Duff Macmillan.  It was the name of a blonde man whom I met in Australia last January.  Contrary to the appearance of the remains, the deep voice was impressive.  I feel like I was wearing glasses every time I had a headache.
 Came to mind.  The player in charge was so active that he was struggling.
 By the way, what did Duff e-mail Shin Se-yeon?

 "Napa's agent?  Why is that person? "
 "Well, shall we read it?"

 You can't see each other.  Shin Se-yeon checked the contents by clicking Duff's mail at the top of the mailbox.  As soon as the mouse clicked, a small alphabet filled the screen.  Hanwoojin is quite familiar with English
 However, it was not comparable to Shin Se-yeon in the reading speed of these long texts.

 "Well, this is a kind of invitation?"
 "Invite?"

 Han Woo-jin didn't know the English language, so his eyes drank a few times.  The agent sent an invitation, it was not even heard.
 But Shin Se-yeon nodded nicely.  The content of the mail sent from Duff was nothing other than an invitation.  He can't help but

 "I have a map of the hotel located near Roland Garros.  Maybe it's where Radal's party stays. "
 "I think I know now."

 Han Woo-jin, who had a mischievous face of Radal, smiled at her forehead.
 If he had a time, he was singing Roland Garros.  Was it too bad to lose once in Sydney?  In Roland Garros, the words of the contest were heard countlessly with the fingers.
 How easy it was to luck with the contest, which is like the holy ground of Clay, Hanwoojin was the first to hear what he wanted to talk about.

 'If you look like this, it's no different than on the court again.  I don't know how to give up, it's the play style. '

 You've brought stories like this that you've already refused many times.  Hanwoojin is now head to head even harder.
 It wasn't even the first time in Spain that they had a friendly match in Australia.  Although it sounded like he had no tackle at the time, Radal truly encouraged Hanwoojin to participate in the French Open.

 'I wanted to play this right now.'

 What kind of competition is Roland Garros?  It was a pillar of the Grand Slam and the highest level of clay court competition.  Han Woo-jin, who takes the hard coat as the main stage, was not a place where he could set foot.
 The Valencia Open was obvious.  There was a difference in the courts, but he was able to compete with Nicholas level players.  The results from Roland Garros, where the world's best clay-rankers gather
 It would be obvious.

 "What do you think about Seyeon?"

 Han Woo-jin, who was worried about participation and non-participation, asked her companion for the purpose.  Although the standards of players and agents are different, there is nothing in common.  Shin Se-yeon's opinion with Hanwoojin for many years is worth a reference.
 Was enough.

 Did he know how to ask?  Shin Se-yeon lowered her fine eyelids without any shaking.  He rolled the abacus into his arms, and his fingers stretched out from the ends of his sleeves, which were sometimes folded, pounded on the clothes.  How much
 It wasn't me, she said, opening her eyes.

 "Isn't it okay?  I think it's pretty big that you can feel the pressure of a grand slam or experience a five-set race. "
 "Then it was decided."

 Han Woo-jin nodded immediately.  As Shin Se-yeon mentioned.  Wimbledon and Roland Garros coats are different, but the level was equal.  As long as it is a grand slam like the top-ranked Colosseum, the face of the contestant is also big with Wimbledon.
 It won't be different.  The merit of being able to go through the finals with the fifth edition of the three-best win was not just a thing to pass over.

 There was no need to hesitate to agree with the players and agents.  Shin Se-yeon immediately wrote a reply to the ATP headquarters, and Han Woo-jin visited the bathroom to cool her head with a five-hour interview.
 Kim Sang-pil, who's awful in waiting for his turn, forgets it.

 In the end, Kim Sang-pil's interview took place several hours after Hanwoojin's decision to go to France.


 * * *


 Since then, it has been an eclipse.  Shortly after Roland Garros was decided, Hanwoojin and his team set up the next day and loaded themselves on the plane to Charles de Gaulle Airport.  In the same European country, the flight time is only one or two hours
 It was nothing but Hanwoojin's face turned red after a long time.

 A half-day flight was torture, but an hour or two was not a bad break.
 And thanks to that, I was able to make a clear decision on where to invest in the skills that I knew to hold on for a while.  It is because there is not much choice because the sub serve.  Bali, where you can aim for level 20 soon,
 It was a choice that made up for what was lacking.

 'So it makes no sense.'

 Of course, this doesn't mean bad.  Is there a player who doesn't long for a perfect rounder?  Han Woo-jin was once a character who aimed at the rounder type that skillfully used all pitches.

 In reality, however, such a rounder was difficult to exist.  Although Joko Beach later became the perfect player and showed the end of the round, Hanwoojin, who pioneered the path of the power heater according to the guidance of the system, is a long way to choose.
 It was.
 In addition, unlike Joko Beach, who can complete perfect strength by making up for the shortcomings, it was difficult to forge some of the merits with the talent that Hanwoojin allowed.

 After pruning the twigs so far left only one way.

 [Hanwoojin]
 Strength 71 + 2 / Health 69 / Agility 69
 HP 2510/2760 SP 1060/1060

 Forehand: 17/20
 Backhand: 14/20
 Seeve: 19/20
 Volley: 19/20
 Smash: 13/20
 Dropshot: 14/20
 Lob: 12/20
 Special Skills: Stinger (Serve / Stage 2), Slug (Smash), Storming (Volley)

 'Is there an assortment now?'

 Han Woo-jin looked over his status window with his eyes closed as if he was sleeping.
 Most notable items are Serve and Volley who have reached level 19.  Serve, a pitch involved in half of the game, and a volley that can be used as an attacker.  The cheerful continuity leading to Sub & Bali has already been proven in grass courts.
 It was good to be finished crystal technique.

 'Although it looks a bit ignorant,'

 There was a bitter smile in my mouth.
 It is funny that the level of drop or robe that emphasizes finesse rather than strength is low.  Smash due to the nature of the pitch, even hard to raise the level was understood.  But the rest was no excuse.  Hanwoojin himself serve
 It was clear evidence that the play was focused on Bali.

 Quik.

 The vehicle stopped as he was afraid to finish his thoughts.  An hour after driving from Charles de Gaulle Airport, it was time to reach the destination.  Kim Sang-pil, who was sitting in the driver's seat all the time, fluttered with a trembling face.

 "If you follow the directions, you're right here ...

 Han Woo-jin and Shin Se-yeon who listened to him looked out the window.

 A group of vehicles, which in turn passed the Arc de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower, arrived at a city near Paris where the San Boulogne-Billancourt and Roland Garros were held.  Short buildings lined with roadside trees fill the surrounding area
 Was.  The landscape with high buildings is almost invisible.

 And unlike in Korea, most of the buildings did not have signboards and other accessories.  It seemed a long way from finding a lodging destination in my car.

 "Okay, let's get down and look around.  If you follow directions, you won't be very near here. "

 There was no other means.  Hanwoojin, who parked his car in a nearby vacant lot, soon set foot on the asphalt of Boulogne-Billancourt, lined with small buildings.  The entire city looked lush, perhaps because of the trees along the road.  The low height of the building probably contributed to that perception.

 Fortunately, the party's wandering did not last long.  It was because I found the hostel on the map soon.
 It wasn't yet time for check-in, so the group left their luggage and set Roland Garros Stadium as their next destination.  There were three more days left in the finals as well as in the preliminaries, but the desire to see the grand slam was visual
 I was intense too.  Kim Sang-pil, who has already come several times, willingly took the lead.

 20 minutes of walking along well-maintained roads, buildings disappeared around the streets, and streets were lined up.  It was precisely about that time when something of the dome-like shape soaring from a distance began to enter the party's view.

 But before that there was a sight that caught my eye.

 A few miles from the entrance to Roland Garros, there were crowds of people around it, where nothing was normal.  At the heart of the crowd were two men of physique, surrounded by numerous cameras and microphones.  Like that
 Though not awkward at all, the appearance was familiar.

 "What ?!  Is that it?

 The first to understand the situation was Kim Sang-pil, who was also a journalist.
 If you are famous in the world of tennis, how can you recognize the two running on top?  Kim Sang-pil's mouth, which was astonished, vomited two men's names one after another.

 "Ro, Roger Pedro!  And even Radal ?! "

 If there was a meeting between the tennis emperor and the king, there were enough reasons to attract the crowd.
 Kim hurriedly jumped into the crowd with a camera on his neck.  Pedro and Radal's two-shots were worth the effort.  Shin Se-yeon sent off his back as he had no time to dry his eyes.

 'You were here first too.'

 Unlike Kim Sang-pil, who couldn't hide his surprise, Han Woo-jin wasn't surprised.  If it was an invitation to send in the first place, even if it was waiting in advance, there was nothing strange.  No, I expect it to be true of his playful nature.
 Was.

 But his encounter with Roger Pedro was totally unexpected.  Who can anticipate encounters in this way?

 "Is it still a bit far from you?"

 Thirty steps.  It can be reached in less than 30 seconds, but it seems as though it can't be reached.  The point where Radal and Pedro stood was clear but seemed as distant as the clouds.  This is where Hanwoojin stands now
 It's the actual gap where they stand.

 But he was never disappointed.  It's been a long time since I hadn't seen it.

 'Although not today, but not necessarily next time.'

 Standing next to them, I will aim for the same trophy.  Roland Garros is only a prerequisite to gaining experience before the Wimbledon championship.  Hanwoojin of that day will be different from the present.

 Han Woo-jin and Shin Se-yeon watched the trend spread a little distance not to attract attention.  Even if the two were the center of the topic, the question and answer could not be infinite.  While the two were thirsty with coffee bought around the stadium,
 The crowds gathered showed signs of scattering.

 "When reporter Kim comes in, we're back home."
 "Oh, it's already three o'clock."

 It was Han Woo-jin who ran the interview race yesterday.  He flew to France without a break and did not need to accumulate any further fatigue.  Even if it was a little early, it was a better judgment to take a break at the hostel from now on.

 Hanwoojin could not do that.  It was a pity for him, but the Asian men and women who were drinking coffee in open areas without cover were bound to stand out.

 "Hey, Woojin!"

 Now, Hanwoojin's face hardened into a familiar voice.  There was a similar situation in Spain, but compared to that, environmental conditions were the difference.
 Don't you know he was away because he didn't want to make a fuss, that fool?

 'It's not too late yet.  If you leave this place now

 No, it's too late.

 chin!

 ""Long time no see!  Did you get the mail right?  Duff walked on the side that you didn't come, and it was finally what I said! "
 "Napa, you ..."

 Radall quickly narrowed his arms around Hanwoojin's shoulder.  A slender voice flowed from his lips, which had been sealed off, and the reporters who followed the jogging street suddenly burst out.

 Click Click!

 "'Mr. Han!  What did you come to Roland Garros? "
 "Are you familiar with Radal?"
 "Do you participate in the French Open?  There is a rumor that there is a vacancy in Sid! "

 Camera flashes, murmuring voices.  Reporters gathered like hyenas who found hungry prey and squeaked into the microphone.

 Hanwoojin unknowingly looked for someone to turn his head to help, but just before, even Seonyeon was standing close to the head.
 Literally, Hanwoojin's face rotted rapidly on the slopes.

 "... this damn."

 Luckily, those few words weren't caught by the microphone.

Thirty-three years old. A talentless tennis player for NK company with an unsuccessful career, Han Woo Jin. No matter how hard he tried, there was a limit to how much he could accomplish. Eventually, when the day for him to quit tennis had finally arrived, he was sent back ten years to the past with a system…

You can find the previous chapter at myoniyonitranslation but because they are dropped the story i will mtled the story xd

Charlie Thornton had been dreadfully bored since going to prison. It was the same thing every day. Wake up. Exercise while heavily guarded. Spend time in isolation. Eat. Listen to the radio. Repeat. 
If he wasn't a high security prisoner he would have more options but as a serial killer he had immediately been classified as trouble. They didn't even give him a roommate. 
Getting caught had been incredibly stupid on his part. But he hadn't anticipated his home getting broken into by the sheriff. He really should have stayed on top of his bills better. Al Capone got nailed for tax evasion. He got nailed for failing to follow an eviction notice. 
At the time he had been preoccupied with stalking and killing as many couples as possible. There hadn't been time for worrying about things like jobs. 
Besides, Billy was a resourceful kid. He had managed perfectly fine on his own. So why waste time earning money when there was fun to be had? Killing Jean and her new lover had been a genuine pleasure. Charlie hadn't been able to resist doing it again and again and again…
And now he was here, paying for his crimes. Ha. He hadn't done anything wrong. All of those people had it coming for them for being cheaters like Jean. 
He wasn't particularly fond of people but being alone all day every day was terribly boring. Occasionally guards brought him books but they always made his head hurt. He had never liked reading. 
Billy probably wouldn't have minded being stuck in here all day with reading material. He was smart. But he was also probably smart enough that he wouldn't get caught. 
Charlie knew it was only a matter of time before the boy ended up just like his old man. He had already laid claim to a future victim at the tender age of seven. Back then Charlie hadn't so much as dreamed of killing people; his focus was on the neighbor's pets. 
Sometimes he wondered what Billy was up to. Nobody ever told him anything when he asked. 
Not that he actually cared about the kid. Billy was a reminder of that stupid woman he had devoted so much time and effort to only to be betrayed in the end. The only reason he hadn't killed him was because he was interested to see what he would become someday. 
After discovering that his son was like him, Charlie had been intrigued at the prospect of what kind of killer he would grow up to be. Part of him wondered if they might compare techniques eventually but that was all the thought he could spare for another person. 
Psychiatrists and FBI types came by to interview him frequently but he never really gave them what they wanted to hear. He knew what they wanted; to know why he was the way he was. 
It was simple. He had been born different. Just like Billy. 
There was no traumatic event that changed him, no childhood abuse, nothing that could have turned a normal child into a killer. Charlie simply didn't experience things the same way other people did. 
His emotions were different. He didn't care much about other people. He had a disregard for the rules. He didn't even care what those psychiatrists thought of him. Their opinions didn't matter because they may as well have been dirt. 
A few months after he was arrested the visits stopped. Listening to the radio was really the only thing he looked forward to in the day. Hearing what was going on outside in the world was the one bit of entertainment he had. 
Charlie learned early on that picking fights with the other inmates wasn't worth the momentary satisfaction because his punishments became more severe. Sometimes he thought he might lose his mind. 
Nearly twenty years passed like that before John Abramson came to call. He wasn't like the psychiatrists, trying to dissect his childhood. All of his questions were directly related to Charlie's kills. 
That was something he didn't mind talking about. Describing them was oddly nostalgic. Almost as if he was reliving the thrill. That was the only reason he bothered talking to that nerdy looking man. 
He probably wasn't much older than Billy would be by now. Abramson was curious about him too, which Charlie found a bit amusing. So someone else had caught onto his son's true nature. 
The man was a goldmine of information. Nobody had bothered telling him that his son ended up in a mental hospital that eventually burned down and went missing. 
Charlie used to like setting fires too. They were birds of a feather as he thought. He knew the kid was smart. Billy probably used it as his chance to escape and start over somewhere else. 
In return for the information, Charlie told Abramson everything he wanted to know about Billy. The horrified expression the man couldn't fully hide made him more satisfied than anything had in years. 
He knew telling him the truth would pay off! This was the most fun he'd had since getting locked up. 
Unfortunately, the fun ended all too soon. Abramson finished his interviews and never came back. Once again, Charlie was left alone with his boredom. He supposed that one bit of amusement would have to last him the next twenty years. 
But then the letters came pouring in. Serial killer junkies who had read Abramson's book started sending him fan mail, for lack of a better term. It was bizarre. He hadn't done what he did to gain anyone's admiration. 
Charlie had never cared what anyone thought of him. But at least he could laugh at the mail. Mail call became his new favorite part of the day. Yet another thing he probably ought to thank Abramson for. 
The letters usually went one of two ways: fanatics who wanted the satisfaction of getting a letter back from a serial killer or people who were chastising him for his 'sins.' This went on for a few months before he got one that was different from all the rest. 


“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

+++
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

(Harry) I'm in, I want to be able to keep my mind to myself. So let get started we don't have all night. 

Your right Harry we don't have all night. Alright you three see those formation circles over there I need you to sit in them. This a spell for my mother clan all you have to do is to endure the pain. What you see and face is your business I will also be training too. If you can hold on for 10 minutes you made the basic defense it keep out for about an hour. Unless you dealing with a master then it 10 minutes. I can't tell you how the spell works so don't ask. Paul and Saul when to a circle and sat down. Harry gave me a weird look then sat down also. I active the spell and wait to see if they can handle it. After 10 minutes I stop it and told them to go to bed. Now for my training and started doing my work out for the night.

                                      <<<<Meanwhile at the Daily Prophet>>>>

(Rita Skeeter) Boss, are you going to run these stories or not? We can wait on the Harry Potter story but not the other two. 

(Barnabas Cuffe)  The Ministry not going to like this Rita. I go ahead with the story about the Squib Family we need much more information about the spell that was cast. 

(Rita Skeeter) I get on to that soon. I have to find them first. Can you see if you can get me permission to interview Roman Black?

                                                        <<<<<Next Day>>>>>>

Good morning guys how did you sleep I asked. Harry and the twins look at me with tired faces. Let's go-to breakfast. Walking to the great hall I see everyone looking at me as if i was some kind of monster. Professor McGonagall walks up to me and says she needs to talk with me and the twins.

(Professor McGonagall) I was shocked at what I read in the Daily Prophet this morning. Professor Dumbledore told me to bring Roman and his two cousins to his office. Waiting for them to come into the great hall I look around to see the shocked face on every one. After telling them to follow me I lead them to Professor Dumbledore office.

(Professor Dumbledore) While waiting for Minerva to bring me Roman, Paul, and Saul Black. I called over Madam Pomfrey so she can do a check-up of them. When they came in I was a little surprised at them. They all had their minds shield so I could read their minds. Good morning thank for coming at such short notice. Can you please tell me about the spell you cast? Paul and Saul can you please go with Madam Pomfrey to make sure there no side effects.

Good morning Professor, I will be happy to tell about it also you might want Harry to be seen by Madam Pomfrey too. The spell I cast is a bloodline spell it can only be cast by those of my bloodline. Come pared with the one my Mother clan use mine is four times more powerful. It can Purify all curse and dark magic, by the way, Professor. Can you explain to me why one of the teachers have a dark soul attached to him?

                                            <<<<In the Great Hall>>>>>

(Professor Quirrell) I think we have a problem mater. Have you ever heard of that spell before? What are we going to do?

( Voldemort) Be quiet you fool. Stop worrying so much he doesn't know about us so stick to the plan.

                                          <<<<Back to our MC>>>>

(Professor Dumbledore) Minerva will you be so kind and take Harry to Madam Pomfrey, please. After she left I look back at Roman. How do you know that there a teacher has a dark soul attached to them? 

I can feel it, Professor, it the same feeling i got with Harry only stronger. Do you want me to cure him? I have been trying to pay it no mind till I talk with you. So what are you going to do about it?

(Professor Dumbledore) Can he be saved? Before you answer that the Daily Prophet's Rita Skeeter want to interview you. I hope you know that the whole Wizarding World is in shock at what you did. It all in the news this morning that why I had you come in to talk with you.

Yes, he can be saved but i don't know if his mind will be alright. As for the interview I'm fine with it as long as she doesn't use the Quick Quotes Quill.  My cousins Paul and Saul are in need of wands and school supplies. Can have a teacher take them to get their supplies, please. 

(Professor Dumbledore) I will have someone take care of that for you. I let you know when the interview will take place as for the teacher. It is best to call in an Auror to handle this. Watching Roman leave I have to think he very smart for his age. I like to know what he hiding behind the wall in his mind.

Man, I'm hungry heading back to the great hall so I can eat and get my class schedule. I run into Draco Malfoy wasn't really looking forward to meeting him. Good morning cousin, how are you doing today? The look of shock was on his face I guess he was expecting the way i address him. What's on your mind have a seat so you can talk and eat.

(Draco Malfoy) I was not expecting him to call me that. I sat down with him and being to tell why I was looking for him. I want you to apologize to my mother she was upset after her talk with you. 

Well, I can do that she is family. I hope we can get along Draco. My owl dops off some mail and the new paper. Reading it I see why Professor Dumbledore was worried. Everyone know my name now and that changes my plans.

What happens to a child that should not exist. The son of a hated war criminal now has to rebuild he clan. How would he deal with everyone hating him for something he didn't do?






<<<I do not know Harry Potter >>>

Stella prepared herself very well for her upcoming interview so she applied for the interview of the Empire's Almighty CEO...
But after two days she was notified on her E-mail "Dear Applicant 
We want you to notify that due to not having any previous experiences in being Secretary so you are not capable to take this interview, However we are welcome you to work as our Employee, 
 ____ Thank you...
When she saw the E-mail she almost started feeling chocked off, but when she thought of begin one of the Employee of her Father's Company she felt little happy but the fact that she can't be Sebastian's Personal Assistant any more, it makes her feel sad, She was still in daze when she saw a silhouette, when she looked up, there was Sebastian coming towards her...
Sebastian has already noticed that something is going on with her, so he gently looked at her and said "You ok..??"
Stella simply nodded 
But Sebastian still can sense that something is off with her and then noticed that she is continuously staring at her laptop's screen, so he extended his hand and took her laptop he was the mail from his Company that she can't be his Secretary, He thought ' Is she sad because she can't be my secretary? how could this be?' 
He then look at her and said " Do you really want to do it?"
Stella was so much in her thoughts that she didn't noticed her laptop has been snatched she only came to her senses when se heard his question she replied 
"Uhh" in a questionable manner
Sebastian repeated himself "Do you really want to do it?" 
Stella didn't understand that what was he talking about but when she saw her laptop on his laps she quickly understand and shook her head up and down " Yes...Yes... I really do want to do this"
Sebastian can see her excitement " I can help" she said simply" 
Stella looked at him with gentle gaze and said " I know as a husband you can help me but I don't want to skip any steps of my career, I want to achieve everything on my own"
Continuation of his being shocked  continued here as well, he was shocked when he hear the word 'Husband'...
He said " It's ok no one will know"
Stella looked at him and smiled gently 
"I know it very well but I don't care about anyone you'll help me and I won't help my career, I sacrificed the name of heiress because I don't want any one to think that I'm taking advantage of my family's Authority, Even must have the equal chance to compete and I'm just turning 22, so I have life time to achieve everything I want"
She stopped for a while,smiled at him and continued "So please just rest assured"
Sebastian was so proud of his little wifey and want to tell every single person in the word that 'this right here is my wife' But suddenly he realized it's not right and shook is head left and right and thought ' it's not right to think like these things, even if she not love his brother it didn't mean that she loves him'
Stella look his sudden reactions and felt amazed because in his childhood he was also like that..
She said " Sebs are you all right?"
Sebastian realized his stupid behaviour he nodded and replied with simple "Umm"

Two Childhood sweethearts Stella  & Sebastian were in love with each other from their childhood but due to some misunderstanding no one confessed to each other and their family forced them to marriage and still they were living as strangers after her graduation Stella started working for his company and they slowly started to understand each other...
But destiny decided some thing else for them and they get separated by an accident


Read my novel to read further and how they united in the end 
If you like it after reading just comment in the comment section and yeah throw some stones too 

THANK YOU...

NOTE:- THE COVER ISN'T MINE?

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.

"congratulations you pass the test" 

"I w-what?"

    "you're requested to attend the interview in the Alinea restaurant at 11:00 AM sharp, Thank you" 

    *beep beep beep* 

"Wait, I n-need t~"

oh...it was a voice record played for the contestants who passed...I wonder how many passed except me and how many are they gonna choose, wait a minute this is the first I have heard about an interview for a cook, seriously, what the heck?

"Hey hyung, are you alright? What was that call just now?"

"S-sure, it was from the cooking contest, or should I say the exam before, it said that I passed it and I am summoned for an interview "

"That's great news hyung! You should prepare for tomorrow! I'll leave you for now"

"s-sure and don't forget what I told you, and yeah call Ilsung and apologise to him okay?"

"Roger that, hyung"

"You're not in the army anymore Jimin, oh well it has been just a week you came back from it, it will take some, oh well whatever "

    *hehehe* 

"Don't hehehe me, call him up and meet and apologise to him and his bf! Well bye now and don't feel down, no use crying over spoiled milk but you can at least clean it up afterwards right?"

"Yes hyung, well goodnight now!"

Jimin walked out of the door as Yoonwoo closed it...

Tomorrows the interview huh? I wonder what I should wear, my suit, my chef's clothes or just casuals? 

So do I have to make a portfolio or something or should I go just empty handed? Why does everything have to be so difficult? I hate my life. How can I say I hate my life when I just got a gig to a big renown restaurant?

    *Ugh* 

Man, I hate interviews(even though I have never been to one).

Let's just worry about this tomorrow morning...oh yeah I have to tell my boss about this, and I really don't want to talk to him right now...shit what do I do? And if I don't tell him he'll cut my salary.

To hell with it.

Yoonwoo dials his boss's number.

"Yeoboseo?"

"Ah, hello sir, this is Yoonwoo"

"Oh, Yoonwoo, what do you want" (harsh tone)

"Sir, I have passed the cooking contest that was held by Alinea the other day and they have called for an interview tomorrow at 11:00 AM, so I was hoping that you could give me a half day to work just for tomorrow, please. I promise to work extra hard after the interview"

"Hmm...you need to work x3 harder as you know there will be a customer who wants to celebrate their son's birthday and other bunch of kids would be coming for that, So if you want me to excuse you then yo~"

"Yes sir, gladly I will work x3 times harder, just give me the half day please!"

"Given, oh yeah, by the way please wear the gift I gave you in your mail its in a parcel honey!"

"u-uh, yes sir"

    WTF HONEY? 

"Well bye-bye!"

"yes sir, bye"

???????

    I wonder what he gave in the parcel. 

Yoonwoo checked his mailbox and found a small brown parcel, it was light.

as he shook to get to know the content it felt like a plastic box...

Hmmm...What can it be?

" I'm always scolded and threatened by my boss and sexually harassed" -Yoonwoo 

" I can help you...just be mine" -Shiwoo

Roran woke up the next day feeling excited. Out of the Characters in the graphic novel and the show Glenn was one of his favorites. The A.I. had told Roran that Glenn had responded to their E-mail, and that he was willing to meet for what he thought was a job interview. Roran had set their interview up over dinner. The would meet up and eat at the Sun Dial. It is a High end restaurant that had a 360 degree view of the area. 

Roran arrived at the Sun Dial, and as he was parking his car he saw Glenn in a suit looking very nervous. Roran held back and let Glenn go up first. After about five minutes Roran went up as well. He met Glenn at the bar. 

Hello Mr. Rhee nice to meet you I am Rick Grimes. (Roran)

Mr. Grimes nice to meet you as well. Glenn said as he shook Roran's hand and bowed slightly. 

You can call me Rick. (Roran)

Then you can just call me Glenn. So Rick how did you find me? I don't ever remember applying to your company. I doubt you know anyone that I know. I am just confused as to why you even want to hire me. (Glenn)

The answer as to how I found out about you is not that hard to explain. I spend a lot of money on looking into people who have the potential to be someone great. People that are not using their full potential. In a sense I use a computer to find people I think would be a good fit for what I'm planning. (Roran)

If you don't mind me asking what are you planning? (Glenn)

I plan on making you my personal assistant for now. To answer the question you're asking though. I plan on surviving anything that comes my way, and for that I need skilled people. Right now I am having a compound built outside of Atlanta. When it is finished it will be able to house up to one thousand people, fifteen hundred if we were to really cram in there. It will have enough food and basic resources to last for a couple years, without having to leave. I plan on having highly skilled people in all areas of expertise stay there full time.  Does that answer your question? (Roran)

Basically yes but why do you want to do this? (Glenn)

You may not believe me. I have reason to believe that within the next nine months, society as we know it will collapse. Most the population will die off, and humans will struggle to have even their most basic needs met. I cannot tell you why or how this will happen. Just that it will. This is why I want you by my side. You may not know this about yourself, but I believe you will thrive under such pressure, and that you will become one of the most valuable resources. (Roran)

What if you are wrong? What if any of this doesn't happen? This is incredibly hard to believe. The government would do something about it. They would tell people before it got that bad. (Glenn)

I am not wrong and I am almost 100 percent sure it is going to happen. The government already knows about it. They are trying to cover it up, until they can understand what it is. They just wont, and eventually it will spread destroying everything in its path. If you don't believe me I can show you proof. (Roran)

What would you have me do? I don't have any skills that are great. I am just a pizza delivery guy. (Glenn)

For now you would just travel with me, and help me with my day to day operations and learn. You will also begin training. I need you to be able to defend yourself and lead others if the occasion arrives. I am going to offer you three hundred thousand dollars a year. I will pay you up front for the first year. This way you can purchase anything you want before everything goes to hell, and if I am wrong you can keep working for me if you want or quit and have made a ton of money. Just know this if I am right all that money wont mean shit, so spend it while you can. So with everything I have told you, will you come work for me? (Roran)

If you can show me that you have proof and that you are not just a nut job, I will come work for you. You don't even have to pay me anything, just take care of my basic needs and give me a place to stay. (Glenn)

That's good. Take this card it has my contact information and the address of the compound. Meet me there tomorrow morning and I will show you the proof. (Roran)

The next day Glenn was pulling up to the compound, it took him about an hour to get there. He thought he was going to the wrong way, until he saw the massive walls and the tall apartment buildings that looked they were built out of solid concrete and steel. Glenn pulled up to the massive steel gate and pushed the button on the intercom. 

Can I help you? (A.I.)

Glenn Rhee here to see Mr. Grimes. (Glenn)

Follow the road in straight ahead. Mr Grimes will meet you there. (A.I.)

The massive gate then began to swing open. It took a full thirty seconds for it to be open all the way.  Glenn pulled his car in and was amazed at everything he saw. He followed the road in for a bit and until he arrived at a large building in the middle of the four apartment buildings. He noticed that the apartment buildings were covered with solar panels on the outside of the building, and a few of the were moving to catch direct sunlight. There was people every where transporting items and building new buildings. Glenn saw Rick standing by the front door of the building waving at him.

How was your drive up? Did you have any trouble finding the place? (Roran)

No it was easy enough. You said you were building a compound this is a small city. How much did all this cost? (Glenn)

Yeah it is getting bigger then I originally intended, but it will still serve its purpose. I think so far we have spent around one hundred and seventy five million on it. That is for the buildings, the fence, the hydroponic farm, and all the labor. I told you what good is money when the world ends. I plan to spend a lot more then this. After the apartments are fully furnished and stocked, I plan on building a hospital. Anyways lets head in and I will show you what proof I have so far. (Roran)

Glenn followed Rick into a large conference room. It had white walls and a view of the outside. In the middle was a large round table that could easily fit thirty people. Rick walked over and clicked a button on the table and some blinds started to cover the windows and another that made a large TV come out of the wall. 

Play the footage we have so far. (Roran)

The TV started and on it was a man standing on a freeway he looked to be Asian. The man was acting violent and running into passing cars trying to stop them. One passerby got out of his vehicle to stop the man. The violent crazy man then lunged at the passerby and started biting him. After about thirty seconds he had chewed a whole in the mans neck. The passerby died shortly after. Many people had stopped at this time and had pulled the crazy man off of the dead guy. They were holding him down. While he kept trying to bite and attack everyone around. In the background you could hear police sirens approaching. While everyone was still holding the crazy person down. The man they thought was dead. Had gotten up, multiple people ran over to try and help him. He tackled the closest one and began eating her face. She was a young girl about seventeen years old. 

The police finally arrived and began to shoot the two men. After several seconds both men were shot about fifty times, It wasn't until both men were shot in the head did they stop. 

That occurred in the Philippines, it was filmed around three weeks ago. You wont find any videos on it anywhere online. Someone is suppressing it every chance they get.(Roran)

Afterwards Roran showed Glenn several more videos. Including one were a man that was perfectly normal got hit by a truck. Afterwards he got back up and his head was completely turned around almost in a full three hundred and sixty degree angle. He immediately began attack people nearby. Luckily a citizen near by was armed and shot the man in the head.

 Do you believe me now? This is happening all over in small numbers. But eventually it wont be able to be contained. (Roran)

Why are you showing me this? I can't believe that I am someone you think can help solve this. (Glenn)

I don't want you to help me solve this. What I want is to survive this. I believe you will flourish, and will become indispensable to everyone in the near future. I haven't been wrong yet. So if you don't want to believe in yourself, then believe in me. (Roran)

Sir, Michonne has arrived with the Greene family they are here to sign the contracts. (A.I.)

A.I. had come over the intercom system, the whole compound had been wired to be under its surveillance and it could communicate with anyone there. Roran had told everyone that it was his assistant, he said that A.I. was xenophobic and did not like to be around people. So he stayed inside his room monitoring everything.

Rick and Glenn made their way out to greet everyone. The whole Greene family had arrived with Michonne. Afterwards they had signed all the paperwork and went to the common area to celebrate. Roran and Maggie spent most of the time flirting with one another. It was obvious there was an attraction there for anyone to see. Roran then saw to it that everyone stayed the night. He had plenty of finished apartments so he let them take whatever room they wanted. Roran could tell that Maggie wanted to follow him back to his place, but out of respect for her father and this being the second time he met her. He decided against it.

The next morning Glenn met Roran in the meeting room again. 

What are we doing today boss? (Glenn)

Today you and I are going to meet someone else that I think will be able to help us survive. (Roran)

Oh yeah who is that? (Glenn)

His name is Daryl. (Roran)

Roran A retired Marine Scout Sniper finds a VR system that gives him a second life in the Walking Dead world. Follow Roran on his rise to be an Apocalyptic Overlord. (This is my first time writing a story, I will appreciate any advise or criticism. Also I do not own the cover picture, if you're the owner and want it taken down just tell me.)

maaga ako gumising dahil  excited   ako sa interview  mamaya 9:00 am at   ready na talaga ako sa interview    pero may kaba akong naramdaman baka Hindi ako matanggap  sinabi ko  sa sarili ko  "fighting for my dreams"   pakilala ko sa inyo ang isang taong perfect sa inyong mga mata he is  my boss someday if makapasok ako sa  kanilang company  soon but now not yet because I'm not yet for my internship interview  pupunta pa ako Doon sa company nila but now I'll introduce this man super arrogant Kung baga wlang awa isang Mali mo lang paalisin ka na sa company nya so.. be a good performance para di ka paalisin agad sa company nila  may puso pa sya kunti lang  if you have a good performance .. this man  is Charles Cheng ay lumaking mayaman isa na syang business man  at sya nagpatuloy sa pagtakbo Ng ganitong kumpanya Isa itong pinakamalaking companyang sikat  isang  fashion designer dito ako magpapainterview sa company nya  at higit sa lahat sya ang pinagkagulahan ng mga babae sa office  or everywhere patay na patay   sa kanyang Ang mga babae dahil sa kanyang kagwapuhan.. the all women are crazy of him except me  because I want to become professional as a designer  that's why I'm not interested a Man ..at  isa din syang Playboy  kahit  Sino sino ang mga babae makakasama nya  every night pero sa kakaalam ko lang  ang mga babae talaga ang may gusto sa kanya mag one night"  pero may kaibigan din syang  gwapo..  mas gwapo pa si Charles kaysa mike ... Mike is a  friendly ,crazy man kung baga kung seryuso ka   magsalita sya naman panay sa joke joke    kapareho lang silang dalawa   but Mike is mabait kaysa kay Charles .. Charles is seryuso pero   may pagka  badboy  pero deep inside may natira pang awa  ito si mike may business sya pero jan sya palage nagwork sa company ni Charles   dahil sa friendship nilang dalawa business partners pla sila sa  isang sikat na bar may VIP kung baga private bar.. at may  exclusive din sila para sa mga public people ganun kayaman si  mike but pinkamayaman si Charles  dahil may ibang branches sila sa ibang bansa  ..... now back to my reality  hinahanap ko ang office for my interview but Hindi ko nakita at may nakita isang babaeng nakauniform pang office parang nagmamadali sa paglakad  at may bitbit sya mga paperworks  at nagtanong ako sa kanya saan ang office for interview  she said  nasa second floor"  me : thank you miss !! Hindi ko tinatanong ang pangalan niya  dahil  sa madaling lakad ako din nagmamadali  pero naghinhintay ko pa ang elevator para makapahinga punta ako sa second floor but may napapansin akong kakaiba may mga    taong nagmamadali sa pag aayos sa kanilang make up at sa kanilang kasuotan sabi ko sa sarili ko what happened here  parang takot sila ang iba naman nagsisigawan   dahil paparating daw ang boss nila ako naman para akong iwan dahil hinihintay ko ang elevator bumaba  para makapunta na ako sa  office for interview at may napansin ako  sa mga tao hindi na sila maingay at professional na ang dating Hindi kapareha kanina ang ingay   parang palengke .. sa wakas ay may bumaba na elevator  pagbukas ng elevator parang may nakita ako isang angel bumaba sa Lupa isang lalaking gwapo at nice sya magdala ng damit at may mga kasamang  body guard  wow social  ang mga tao panay great ng good morning sir / boss pero ako nagmamadali pumasok sa elevator at diko namalayan malapit na pala ako na dapa sa  floor akala ko  mabagsak na ako  at mga mata ko nakapikit nalang  dahil sa kaba baka matuluyan akong bumagsak sa floor  at may napansin ako may braso sa baywang ko pero  hindi ko inaakalang   sinalo pala nya  ako  at padilat ko sa aking mga mata ay  isang poging anghel nasa langit  at sabi nya sa akin miss be careful next time . me: thank you sir!!  kinilig ako pero may sentence di ko narinig pero mabilis ko inalis ang braso nya   at nagpapasalamat ako sa kanya pero  deadma walang pakialam at  ang mga mata sa mga tao panay tingin sabi ng iba wow she is lucky .ang iba naman parang binabash nila ako dahil sa tulong ng boss nila sa akin nahihiya ako sa ginawa Ng boss nila pero IAM thankful kung wala yung boss nila accident ang meron ako ngayon now nasa elevator na ako  papuntang 2ndfloor.. (a few minutes) nasa office  interview na ako   kumatok ako  (nock,nock) may nagbukas isang lalaking gwapo ....mas gwpo yung tumulong sa akin kanina   din sabi ng lalaki sa akin "  go inside   seat down Miss  by the way I'm Mike you are! me: I'm shine lee  he said wow nice name  what is your course?  me my course is related here your company sir ? he said "really that's good  you have a  experience  ?? me: yeah sir I'm internship the university of fashion designer !!!
he said  okay. nice thanks sa pagpunta mo dito but I call my boss muna if abrove na yung  resume mo so shine  good luck   nlang at e mail ko Lang okay see you "me : thanks sir mike  !!!! now done to my interview but hindi pa yun sure mmh but ganun it's wierd interview yun lang ang tanong.. now  back my home at sila uncle hinihintay nila ako for lunch !!! pumunta na kami sa isang sikat na restaurant .... :)  pagkatapos namin umuorder nag antay  muna kami saglit   tinatanong nila ako  kumusta daw ang interview ko kanina sabi ko naman " okay lang po uncle "  sabi ni auntie sa akin " don't give up to your dreams okay andito lang kami ni uncle mo sumusuporta sayo basta go lang Ng go okay " yan sila auntie very supportive to me  I'm thankful dahil may   relatives ako na mabait at tinuring ako isang anak..  now is food are ready and ready eating I'm starving dahil sa Ng yari kanina at saka interview  naman wlang kwenta but it's okay tapos na yun . but now let's it together with my new family :)( bonding time to may uncle and auntie ... masayang masaya si shine sa kayang new family member now proceed to our poging anghel at tsaka yung nag interview kay shine si mike ano kaya ang kaabalahan ngayon sa company )

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