All was planned, everything was in place and I just had to move my piece and mark the King but apparently, there were obstacles that I presumed to be conquerable.
The day I was about to get kidnapped was the day I was about to disclose the President's all lies he has been spouting, I wanted to destroy him to the point of no recovery. But before I could see his face for myself I was taken in by someone whose face wasn't someone I can forget.
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"What are the updates for these things?" A person standing beside a couple of white coats asked arrogantly.
"Sir, they aren't 'things', they are valuable subjects for the succession of the Project."
What are they talking about? Everything is blurry, only a faint voice could be heard. Who are these people?
"Whatever. Just tell me how long will it take for them to reach the end products?" hastily he asked.
