The Mystic Retribution

h a glittering chandelier, setting the tone for luxury. In the dining room, a magnificent mahogany table, surrounded by impeccably upholstered chairs, serves as

lighting features, casting an inviting ambiance

o, blending passion, creativity, and expertise to orchestrate gastronomic masterpieces. With a commanding presence in the kitchen, they exude an aura of confidence and precision as they oversee every aspect of meal preparation. Their discerning palate and unwaveri

y 60's, one of the wealthiest men in Halcyon Bay. A gentle tap on his shoulder by Zara brought

was not certain how to react; kneel? Genuflect? Bow? 'It's an honor to finally meet you si

you gone nuts?" He continued, "You wasted 30 minutes of my precious time and you still have the

nd Ryan, Zara im

ot actually his f

ever happen again. Take your seat!" he said facing Ryan. "Thank you Sir," Ryan courageously muttered. At the signal from Mr. Greyston

r. Greystone even further by not eating. "Try this honey! It's my favorite; you would love it. Open your mouth...." Zara said as she lovingly tried to feed him. Ryan felt a little shy and embarrassed but

works as a part-time attendant and a delivery guy for Dominos' Pizza." Ryan proudly replied. Mr. Greystone let out a soft chuckle and said, "I thought as much! It must be

g. It has the charm of well-worn clothing gotten from a thrift-store finds."

ange of $200 - 300 dollars a month" Ryan answered diplomatically. "How much is the least paid worker getting in the compan

Love and support matter more to us than material wealth." Mr. Greystone condescendingly replied: "Love is essential, of course. But, my dear boy, you

reystone wielded his wealth as a weapon leaving Ryan fe

aw his worst nightmare standing behind him. It was Astrid! "What the hell is he doing here?" he thought. Zara immediately retorted, "Know your place, little step bro!" "WHATTT!!! Step bro? Zara? Astrid? What'

. It was a tradition at the Greystones' to turn the wine glass over when satisfied unless the w

ard. "Let's go to the White house immediately!" Chef Alessio ordered. Ryan ran as fast as he could to the direction of the visit

I have caused tonight and would like to take my leave immediately. Thanks for everything!" Ryan said respectfully. "Absolutely" Astrid replied, "You have done more than enough already Fatso. Get go

e you have taken it as a goal to tarnish the reputation I assiduously built for thirty five years. I am overj

ite the subtly peppered remarks, Ryan maintained his dignity. "My m

You are just a waste of space and existence. While God rested on the seventh day, the

her, Mr. Greystone continued, "I am certain she foresaw the failure of a man you would b

ts whispered vengeance immediately. He imagined moving at the speed and precision of Denzel Washington and giving a headshot

e exit door when suddenly the sound of an alarm went blaring through the room. "Shut down the vicinity immed