President Yusmairoubis was in his office, thinking of what President Dmitry could possibly want to discuss with Silas.
He felt that it was either one of two things: recruiting him or seeking an alliance with him.
After considering both, he felt the second option was more likely. As for the first option—recruiting Silas—he felt it was beyond impossible. There was no way Silas would agree to work under a powerhouse when he was already building himself into one.
As for the second option, he felt that Silas wouldn't agree to it either. Though Yusmairoubis wasn't close to Silas, he understood him well enough. Silas hated working with people, especially those that might be able to restrict him, and Russia was one of those powers.
He also knew Silas would have already weighed the pros and cons of an alliance with Russia—and would likely reject it.
In truth, Yusmairoubis was very pleased with how things were developing. The Black Hand Organisation, filled with old fogeys, power-hungry, hoarding hounds, was now trembling in fear due to Silas's show of power.
Yusmairoubis's thoughts drifted back to the first day he'd heard about Silas from Andrès. Looking back, he felt like going to the old man's grave and offering his thanks.
Yusmairoubis smiled when he thought of everything that had happened since then. He had gone from nearly becoming an enemy of Silas to a...
He couldn't quite find the word for it. But if he had to define it, he knew the right word to use would be servant.
He wasn't bothered by this, though. Instead, it brought more smiles to his face, and he couldn't help but envision what the future would look like going forward.
Now that he thought about the future, it was time to start gathering the things Silas had ordered him to prepare before he arrived with his family.
He chuckled. This was the reason he was confident that Silas would never agree to work for anyone.
***
Oakland.
Inside William's room, he sat on his sofa, looking at the crescent moon hidden behind the clouds.
He wanted to deny it, but how could he ignore the multiple pieces of evidence she'd given him? The only thing he could do then was wait and see what would happen next.
That was a week ago, and just yesterday, he'd seen shocking news on TV—a report that aligned with Chloe's visions.
As if that wasn't enough, last night she told him that a war was coming and that the safest place they could be was by Silas's side.
He hadn't fully understood what she meant at first, but then he saw the news showing Silas running at an inhuman speed.
William was still reeling from it all, and try as he might, he didn't really know what to do.
As he got into bed, he could only hope things would work out as his daughter said they would.
***
Mr. Brandon was fiddling with his phone, finding it difficult to fall asleep. It was already very late, but sleep still eluded him.
The past few months had been some of the best of his life. After Silas had kept his promise and compensated him, his life had truly changed for the better.
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He'd quit his job and gone into trading, making even more money. Now, he was so wealthy he didn't know what to do with it all.
He wasn't a billionaire, but he was worth over $200 million, which was huge for someone who'd been scraping by on commissions not so long ago.
But despite his new reality, he wasn't satisfied. The truth was, he craved something more exciting, something that would get his blood pumping.
It didn't have to be extremely dangerous or life-threatening, but it needed to be thrilling.
He'd already decided what to do and had plans to pursue it during his upcoming vacation—until he saw the news. When he saw Silas's speed, he knew that was the kind of excitement he craved.
"Come on, Brandon. There's no way Mr. Silas has forgotten you. Just give him a call and explain yourself. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance," Brandon said to himself, determination lighting up his face.