us, the search of truth will

on of obligation and contempt. The chaos inside the Metropolitan Club had calmed down, but Malik's arrest was just abo

ges. Malik's wrists tied in cold steel cuffs, he sat in the rear of a police car. The cops in the front

u don't look like the typical riff-raff we pick up on a Fri

doing out my duties. You ou

on." We hear you have been probing around in areas wh

lding offering only problems. Malik was dragged out of the vehicle and guided inside as they drew up. The s

ite different from the poorly lighted police station. Sitting in the little, dirty cage, Clad in his now dishevelled charcoal grey suit. The chilly metal seat and the scuffed floor were illuminated by the pale glow the strong fluorescent light created over the concrete walls. With its c

reclined on the rough bench. One guy, huddled in a

oice harsh, "You're

a nodding.

ckering frantically. " I have something for

rd with interest.

ying off local authorities. Deals on real estate, zoning permits, the works. But conceale

d ran. "Why

motives. Just remember m

before Malik could answer. "T

ll and phone. He grabbed the phone, and on the other side

lik grinned and remarked

raphic shirt. "Can't let Malik have all the fun. B

m in great depth. You should look at a firm name

er direction. " Think about it done.

nated. One of them, a skinny cop with a cheeky

he millionaire drama. The cop grinned and repli

ay from any more well-publicized instances if you want to participate in any more. We

comfort; the paperwork was handled fast. Riley gave

t the station." And Greystone is fortuna

the comedy eluded his v

t for spotting pr

ly. Come with

y whirling with the fres

As Rieley left the station, he remark

ther am I," with

urnishings and a sprinkling of personal items giving the loft individuality, it was charming yet small. Just concluding a

te, was lying on the sofa with

isturbance at the club that was

" Just found myself trapped in the anarchy. Malik Th

" Sounds like a film storyli

p column notes, "you wouldn't have to worry about rent if

fee. "I appreciate you reminding me, Evie. Bu

the English queen. Can I fire

if on schedule.

ted from Aisha's pho

responded.

you come home? W

hard," her worried mother'

" her anxious mother

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"This metropolis poses threats. Here

ke what I do. Additionall

er remarked gently. And maybe you m

led at her mouth. "Mama, I am working

not getting any younger, you know. Her mother's voice mixed wor

les. "Mom; we have discussed this

ke worki

u constantly say that. But keep in mind tha

grin. Mom, I know. Right now, I am totally fo

say this constantly. Just guarant

I will

fter comforting her parents. She

mocke

worrying, eithe

ead and agreed. But I woul

tell your parents a billionaire is

ttle financial consistency, ho

, you know, she said. "Being with a billionaire would help to a

to chuckle. "

gendary record of unafraid reporting. Over a century, its reporters have unearthed scandals, revealed corruption, and supported the underdog.

ot just a job. She headed towards her desk, past the hive of activity. Reporters cro

nsense thinker with great intelligence, was the reason the Sentinel kept succeeding. Aisha saw Riley Montgomery, the

Riley,"

ensity of breaking news. Marcus Bennett, the ed

Right now

her coworkers watched her every step. Her heart hammering, she

nitors, and a variety of publications and repor

e involved in that mess at the Metropolit

happened last

n Greystone," Aisha said, w

of a fight? What sort of he

t there on a lead for research. Malik Thoms

ation in well-publicized instances is generating unwarran

, Marcus." Still, this is a significant example

ore nodding sharply. Alright. Still, I am expect

We learnt some very useful stuff. It rela

cracked open. She turned to see Henry Greystone himse

" his predatory desire shining in his eyes

ith electric tension; Aisha understood the actual degr