"Arrrggghhh!".

An almost naked man shouted in agony.

Pain. Regret. Horror.

Those were the expressions on his tearful face.

"Arrrggghhh, please have mercy". The tortured man cried out.

In the dusty room, a middle-aged man was tired on a wooden chair.

His hands were tied tightly to the back of the seat, and his legs were tied each on the sides of the chair stand, so tightly that you would think his blood might start squirting out of his swollen legs.

There was another man dressed in black, behind the tortured man. He held a blood-stained needle. The man had a face that tells more about him than the man would. On his face is a scar line, from the way the scar is on his face, one would guess that it was from a knife as it had a very sharp, precise, and straight line which meant that the person who gave him that scar was a skilled fighter, who either wanted to kill him with the blow or disfigure him. Well, the person achieved the latter.

The scar drew from the midpoint of his forehead, slanting between his nose and eye, down to his cheek, on the left side of his face. That not only made him look unapproachable but also made him not able to mix in with the crowd as his appearance made him very distinguished, in a negative way though.

The scarface man looked up at his boss waiting for a command as the needle in his hand dripped blood.

And there was someone else...

A tall man who had silky jet-black hair that wasn't long or short stood tall in front of the tortured man, he looked so majestic that he shouldn't even be seen in a dusty room as it didn't suit his appearance and didn't paint a good picture.

He had a devil-may-care outlook and a stoic expression, a well-proportioned and imposing appearance suggestive of health and strength.

The tall man dressed in a black tailored suit had a chiseled jawline which was one of his most attractive features as it made him look masculine to the bone.

He had a flat-faced expression as he stared at the tortured man with his hands in his pockets, posing like nothing out of the ordinary was going on or seeing the middle-aged man in that situation was supposed to be normal. His eyes held no emotions or at least didn't show any.

"Are you ready to talk now?".

His euphonic voice echoed in the room.

"I have said everything I know, please let me go, Mr. Calvin, please believe me".

The tortured man said with uneven breaths.

"Where did you siphon the money to?". He asked again ignoring all that the man has said.

"I am not with the money, I know nothing". The tortured man cried.

"Ryker, go ahead".

Calvin said signaling to the Scarface man to continue the torture.

"AHH! No, no, no, that's all I know, I promise, that's all I know, please let me go..., Arrrggghhhh!".

The man begged and exclaimed in pain as the needle was being pierced into the under skin of his fingernails, where there were already small holes dripping with blood from where the needle was inserted minutes ago.

Calvin looked at the black watch on his wrist and furrowed his brows.

"Five more seconds, if you don't talk, you will be dead".

"I am saying the truth, Mr. Adams knows the whereabouts of the money and I don't know where he is, my work was to send the company's slush funds to a private account he provided and he took care of the rest, I do not know...,".

"Time's up".

Following that short sentence was a scream of pain.

"Ahhhhhhhh!".

The tortured man exclaimed in pain and fear.

The man's speech was cut short as he screamed in pain. His neck was squirting out blood.

Calvin had slashed on the lateral side of the tortured man's neck, where the external carotid artery that transports oxygen-rich blood to the head, face, and neck is found, leaving him bleeding in a "spring-like" manner, with a silver-shining short blade that looked so sharp, it could slice through a paper that is floating in the air.

The scarface man himself who had seen and witnessed numerous murders was still stunned by how fast and precise that was.

His boss keeps shocking him every time a situation like this comes up with a different style of killing.

That was faster than he could turn his neck.

"You know what to do".

"Yes, boss".

Ryker answered in a light voice, the total opposite of what you had thought he would sound like.

Calvin walked out of the dusty room fast like he couldn't stand a second of being there again.

"Hel... He... Hellpp meeee".

The man begged as he was struggling for his life.

Ryker just stared at him with a flat face waiting for him to die.

Calvin came out of the abandoned building with his phone in his ears.

There were two cars outside, one was black and the other was gray.

He walked towards the brand new shiny luxurious-looking car glowing under the afternoon sunlight.

"Alex, any news about Mr. Adam's whereabouts?". He asked halting in front of the door of the back passenger seat.

"No sir". The person on the line replied.

"No progress?".

"From the information gathered sir, It's possible that Mr. Adams betrayed Mr. Shaffer and ran away with the money they embezzled together, I don't think you would get anything from Mr. Shaffer as Mr. Adams hid his...,".

"I know about all of that, just keep on tracking him".

"I will do that, boss".

Calvin entered the car and hung up the call.

The inside of the car was completely gray-colored with some spots black.

As he entered inside, he took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and laid his head back on the headrest of the car. His adam's apple in full view.

He was exhausted, it has been a month now and still yet he had not recovered the money that was embezzled from the company. He had turned his contact phone off as he didn't want to communicate with anyone in his family, especially his Father after the appointment ceremony.

Riggs Universal Holdings.

One of the biggest financial groups in the world has just appointed the new C.E.O, Calvin Riggs, the first son of Mr. Riggs and grandson of Mr. Cole Riggs, it be a shame if news went out about how large amount of money was siphoned just few days after he was appointed C.E.O

The fact that he had been trying to recover this money for weeks now without making any progress, shows that one of the opposition families was supporting this, but who could it be?

'Is it the Raynott's or the Nithercott's? It can't be the Whitlocks, at least for now, the Nithercotts weren't really much of a threat if they had him'. He reasoned with himself.

He needed to settle this matter fast to show his father that he was capable of handling the company by himself.

"Can I move now? Sir".

The young man in the driver's seat asked as he didn't hear any word from his boss signaling him to do so for two minutes now but didn't turn his face to the back seat, looking straightforward, ready for any command.

"Yes, you can".

Calvin said with his eyes still closed but his rest was disrupted as he felt the vibration of his phone in his hand.

The caller ID displayed 'mother', his expression brightened a little and he answered the call.

"Hello".

"My dear son, how are you?". A woman's voice asked.

"I am fine".

"When are you going to come back? You have been absent for weeks now, your father has just made an agreement with the Whitlocks.

I think you should come home now so that you can prepare for your engagement ceremony, you know I…"

"I will be coming home tonight". Calvin interrupted his mother.

"Oh my! That's good to hear, I will prepare for your coming and I will tell your father now, he's been angry at the fact that you left him in the dark". Calvin's mum said excitedly as she giggled lightly.

Calvin's expression changed when he heard his mother's statement.

"No! There's no need for all that, I want my coming to be unannounced and for father, don't tell him anything, I will visit him when I come back". Calvin responded flatly.

"Alright, but why did you cut off contact with your family for so long, since the appointment ceremony we never heard from you, you didn't call and you switched off your phone for weeks now, we were only hearing about you in the news, I was surprised you even picked my call, is everything alright there? What's going on?". Calvin's mother asked, concerned.

"Everything is all good here, you shouldn't worry, I will be hanging up now, I want to prepare for my return".

"Okay, my dear, please call me when you return, your voice sounds exhausted".

"Alright, I will". Calvin answered and hung up.