Live, Love, Lie

~|★Prologue★|~

     

           Zyran Alexander Gyffes. A well trained spy of the Morfan Association, the second in line for the best casinos across the world, next in line to the Myrddin Association. Myrddin Association was created years ago starting from 1998, divided into three main departments. The Is department, Canol department, and Canolog department, located in a heavily guarded building in NYC. The Canol department is where people only with middle class positions can enter such as managers and so on. The Canolog is where only the higher ups can access, such as the owner, Steffan Myrddin. Zyran can only access the Is department, due to only landing a job in the office, typing in computers all day. The Myrddin Association owns the largest casino in America, and has over fifty branches of hotels spread across Los Angeles, New York City, and Seattls. The thing is, Zyran is sent to spy on them, find out what secrets they are hiding beneath the walls of their heavily guarded association. His boss, Fredrick Morfan, Steffan's long term rival in business, believes that the man is hiding something. Lately, there have been sudden disappearances of his men, and his boss had told him to keep an eye on the Myrddin. He knows Freddick isn't just envious of the other man's success. Under his strict demeanor, he's a great person, a loving husband, and a caring father. Everything he does is for his family. Zyran knew his biggest fear was for his son, Llewellyn to live life under poverty. The life he went through.

Early morning; 4:23 am. Zyran walks in his house, softly panting and drenched in sweat. He finished ten laps around the apartment complex he lives in, memorizing each passageway, just in case he might need it in the future. He grabs a cloth, wiping his sweat off his neck before turning on the television so he can have the news as his background sound. He walks to the kitchen, taking a glass from the cupboard and filling it up with cold water. He swallows the whole glass in seconds, barely listening to the news running in the background. He sighs, checking the time; 4:39 am. Time sure does fly by. He walks to the bathroom locking it to take a nice cold shower to freshen up for his first day in the Myrddin Association, Is department. He won't complain about his status. The lower his position is, the lower the chances he'll get suspected. 5:21 am. He's done getting ready, wearing simple but presentable clothes fitted for his job. He did feel a strange gut feeling that this mission would be very, very different from the others.

Zyran walks in the building, security immediately checking him for any sharp objects or weapons. But they let him pass easily after, as if they're not feeling very productive early in the morning. Of course, he can't blame them. He's a bit too early; 5:49 am. His shift starts at 7:30 am. So, he asks the receptionist, and she gives him instructions on how to get to the worker's lounge. He thanked the woman, before heading towards the direction she pointed. The building was luxurious and well decorated. And this is just the Is department. He wonders what the other two would look like. After a few turns, he reaches the lounge room. He takes a deep breath and grabs the knob.