Ivan Semburg:

"Another loss! Great! I can’t even believe it. I thought my skills would help me catch him, but I couldn’t. Yup, that’s me—Ivan Semburg, son of Gordon Semburg, one of the richest men who used to live here. I know that sounds a bit disrespectful, but trust me, I hate him. He passed away in one of the murders currently happening, and since then, I have been working like a honey bee, busy 24/7. I’m not doing it because of him, but because of my sister, who also died in the accident with my father.

My sister was like a mother to me; her name was Missy Semburg. It was a strange, rainy night when my father and my elder sister, Missy, went out to pick me up from a friend's house. Our driver was unavailable, and my father had gotten off work early, which is really rare. They were on their way when suddenly their car crashed. My father was found, but given his condition, everyone knew it wasn’t an accident—someone had tried to kill him and Missy. She was nowhere to be found.

Although it has been over a year since my father passed away, only a few of his trusted friends and I know about his death. My mother died of leukemia when I was five years old, and since then, Missy, who is seven years older than me, has taken on the role of a mother figure. I didn’t have much affection for my father, but investigations into his affairs are still ongoing. I have no idea how many robots I have created or how many men I have hired to find Missy, and to this day, there is still no sign of her. I have hacked into almost every internet application and website and have conducted extensive investigations on elite individuals and criminals, but I remain clueless. The only person I find suspicious is one individual I am currently investigating.

"Well, I think we have our second piece of the puzzle, Mr. Semburg," Chris, my assistant, remarked. He is an expert in criminal activities and has completed various jobs and tasks that have proven his trustworthiness. I pay him millions each month, so he better perform perfectly. I am the CEO of a company specializing in discreet investigations into crimes. Although people are aware of the company’s existence, its operations as well as the identities of the CEO and employees remain hidden. This was an intentional decision when I established the organization.

Ivan: "How long has it been since they broke up?"

Chris: "Around eight months by now."

Ivan: "But, Mr. Anderson, my main point is: how is she going to lead us to the culprit?"

Chris: "Oh my god, Ivan!"

Ivan: "Hey, keep it down! We’re in the office. I don’t want everyone to know that we’re best friends."

Chris: "I apologize, but you’re driving me crazy! Why can’t you get the point? Don’t you think she might want to seek revenge on him?"

Ivan: "Oh right, how foolish of me."

Chris: "You should go home and rest."

Ivan: "What? Are you out of your mind? I’m still working, and why are you asking me to go home all of a sudden?"

Chris: "Yesterday you had wine, and I know you have a low tolerance for alcohol. You’re still hungover since you didn’t sleep and just took some pills and an energy drink. Honestly, dude, your mind isn’t functioning properly."

Ivan: "Don’t worry, I'll get my sleep tonight but right now, we really need to work on this! It has been an year since Missy has gone missing, even if she's dead, I can still find her body and investigate, I mean how she died or whatsoever happened to her."

Chris: "Look, Mr. Semburg I know you are worried about her, but you also need to take care of yourself, if something happens to you, this case is done forever. But, make sure you get your sleep and energy, and as for Hayley and that other guy, I'll work something out."

Ivan: "I have an idea to suggest Mr. Anderson."

Chris: "I am all ears."

Ivan: "Do you think you can manipulate Hayley?"

Chris: "What makes you think I can do that?"

Ivan: 'Well, I don’t have the habit of going to clubs or hitting on ladies, but you, I don’t want to say but you are an expert at these things."

Chris: "Oh come on, now don’t underestimate me like that, but yeah these things are called having fun in life, unlike you who doesn’t even bother to look or think about others."

Ivan: "What would I get by caring about others? Nothing right, so no big deal. Come on just do your job please."

Chris: "Ugh, fine I will do it, but, how can I know which club or bar she goes to?"

Ivan: "investigate her, and more overall hack her devices, what a dumb headed person you are."

Chris: "Oh right, okay I am going to go and finish my work, and then I need to head towards headquarters, so see you later."

I just hummed in response and continued my work, I was scrolling through the news on my laptop when I came across a familiar face, I swear I know that women, and then it clicked me, its Ms. Hawkins, full name Isabella Hawkins, top student in the department of forensics, she used to be in my university, and now she is a police officer, well the job does suit her, I asked her to prom once and she rejected me, it was kind of embarrassing but obviously I couldn’t force her, so I just let it slide, it’s not a big deal.

It was around 9pm when I reached home, and after a warm shower I was having my dinner, and suddenly her face came into my mind, I swear that women has an affect on me, but who cares I am not interested in her, attraction happens to many people and then just then I thought of something, what if she can help me, I can use money to manipulate her and she has always been a money digger, not gold but money, so I thought why not. Right after finishing my dinner, I headed straight to my office study, my utmost favourite place, black glass tinted windowns, huge book shelves, several huge tables which also had some smart features, as I am a computer expert and I created them just for certain people, and finally a huge clock on the front wall.

I sat on my chair and begin searching for Isabella's email, it didn’t take much time to find it though, since she is a public figure and her email is available to several people. I hurriedly typed in the email and sent it to her, and at the same time transferred huge sum of money to her as well.

Email:

"Dear Miss Hawkins,

I want to request your help in a work, which perhaps I think no one except you can do better. I have already transferred the advance money and would love to further see your work.

Thank you, "

One last task and that’s done, now I have to sleep or else my migraines might exceed, and I will just wake up at 6am and continue with few other works.

6:30am, and early in the morning screams and sirens were heard, I know I said I will wake up at 6am but I was just really tired until all that noise. I looked through my balcony doors and saw black smoke covering the sky, and just then one of my men called, "Sir, I think we have a problem."