Escapades of Pascal

n as the cool breeze swept in from the coast. The idyllic scene belied the tension bubbling just beneath the surface. These m

a sprawling empire of intercontinental hotels, and Oscar Bloom, a Norwegian politician and legal powerhouse, completed the circle of power. Their p

inned. "If they get through the Red Sea safely, Forbes will list you as

of his champagne. "They'll arrive on Saturday, insh

t message from Pascal lit up the screen: "Dad, please call me. It's urgent." Mendes felt his stomach tighten. Pascal rarely sent messages like

never ceases to amaze me. Cheers to securing

of unease began to build. The mention of pirates in the Red Sea sent a

re was an attack last week on a cargo ship. Caused

st my people," he said, forcing a smile. But doubt lingered. In a matter of days, Akbar's wealth could multiply, or he could

How's Pascal doing? I haven't seen your boy since that

is pride and joy, was all he had left after the tragic loss of his wife ten years ago. A reckless driv

. I can't miss it. Pascal still struggles with losing his moth

carried. His fierce devotion to Pascal was born out of a promise t

ocean. The tranquil scene was interrupted only by Oscar's departure. H

watching the waves. They shared a few lighthearted jokes, but there was an underlyi

k to Saudi?" Mendes asked, not j

ng their way through dangerous waters. He had planned to spend a few more days in Tijuana,

. "Something's wrong. I... I think someone's been following

. "Pascal, are you sa

... I overheard a conversation today. Something about... you. About

der-the-table deals or enemies he had made-was catching up to him. But more troubling wa

all came in. This time, it was from a blocked

. "We know about the shipment. You've made some powerful enemies.

ion of his son turned his fear i

by our rules, and your son walks across that graduation stage

. He was a man of immense power, but now, someone else was pulling the

ne buzzed with a new message. He checked it, expecting routine business news. Instead, his scre

ngs now felt too close, too personal. His mind raced back to the conversation about t

real fear. The stakes weren't just bus

fortunes, they realized the storm that was coming for them was unlike any they had