Let's get to work

[**A/N:** Sorry for not being active the past few days. I've got to study and get ready for exams. I decided to release 2 ch per week. I've thought about reducing some word count to improve story quality. What do you think?]

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After dropping Gwen off at her house, they shared a moment and said their goodbyes with a kiss. As Gwen went inside, Max noticed a figure watching them from the window. It was Gwen's mom, smiling knowingly. Feeling awkward, Max left with an uneasy smile.

As Max was walked, his thoughts racing. The night air was cool, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. He couldn't shake the image of Gwen's mom's knowing smile. It made him feel like she knows about his confession with Gwen.

"Well, hopefully no problems from my future mother-in-law" as he said a wide smile formed in his face.

He shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand. He had more pressing matters to deal with.

"Alright, let's get to work" Max said with determination in his eyes.

**--At Max's house--**

Max sat in front of his laptop, plugged in the pen drive, and opened the files where he stored all the copied data. The screen illuminated his face in the dimly lit room. As he read through the documents, he noticed few clues about some hidden forces making moves in the background, which might or might not be linked with a large network, but the details were still murky

He wasn't sure who they were yet.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. This case was getting more complicated by the day. The more he uncovered, the more questions arose. Who were these people? What were they after? And why did they go to such lengths to cover their tracks? What is their final goal for kidnapping this many people?

Max clicked through several documents, trying to piece together the puzzle. His photographic memory helped, but there were still gaps he needed to fill. He scribbled notes in a notebook, drawing connections between names, places, and events. He knew he was close to a breakthrough, but he needed more information.

Meanwhile, across town, a man in a butler's uniform stood before another man in a black coat. The man in the coat was Sam Doroh, a cunning individual who would do whatever it took to benefit himself, even if killing someone.

"Master Doroh, the aftermath has been taken care of. All the evidence that could lead to us has been eliminated," the butler reported.

"Good work, Cevin," Sam Doroh replied, his voice cold and calculating.

Despite the butler's reassurances, Sam found himself in a mix of anger and frustration. The unwanted attention from the authorities was becoming a nuisance, complicating his operations. Even with the phones the police had collected from his lackeys, he was confident they wouldn't be able to trace anything back to him. His precautions had made sure of that.

But he knew he couldn't let his guard down. He had a secret weapon in his loyal subordinate, Sarah, who was ready to take the fall if things went south. Sam could save his own skin while she took the blame.

Suddenly, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He answered it with a curt "Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Great Sam Doroh. How have you been? Sleeping and eating well these days?" The voice on the other end was dripping with sarcasm and anger.

Sam's face tightened. "What's this all about?"

"You know it's been days, and I haven't received a single one from you. When are you going to send them?" the caller demanded.

Sam sighed. "Can't you wait a little. Some of my people got caught by the cops, and I have to deal with this sh*t.

While you enjoy your fun with your little test subjects, I'm working my ass off here, you know.

I'll contact you in a few days, then you can have them. Until then just wait" he said with a hint of anger.

"Fine. But do it faster. I can't wait long," the caller snapped before hanging up.

Sam gritted his teeth. "Bastard. All he wants are test subjects for his twisted experiments."

Turning to Cevin, he ordered, "Contact the others and make sure to collect people according to this blood group. The other data is on this pen drive. I don't want any mistakes again" He handed the drive to Cevin, who nodded and left the room.

With a glass of drink in hand, Sam stood by the window, looking out at the bustling city. His expression hardened with resolve. "Maximus, whoever the f*ck you are, if you come to cause trouble for me again, I'll show you hell," he muttered, crushing the glass in his hand.

Back at his house, Max was deep into his investigation, piecing together even any simplest clues that would lead him to the heart of the conspiracy. Little did he know, he was already on a collision course with Sam Doroh and his sinister plans. The stakes were higher than ever, and the danger was closing in.

Ofcourse it's was not him who is in danger. There is new found excitement is Max's eyes.

[A/N: Total words counts- 880. 😎👍🏻]