"That…that is not possible." Victor stammered as he was wide eyed, gazing a the payment machine in disbelief."What is happening?" Mrs Yvonne asked confusedly."But…""Excuse me sir but if you have come here to lure us into a prank…""Do not speak like that madam, there is no way I could think of or formulate a prank such as that, this is my mother's health we are talking about!" Victor retorted, trying to prove his innocence.The pharmacist lady grew agitated. "And who do you think you are to speak to me in such manner, you deadbeat good for nothing scoundrel with a hag for a mother…do you know who I am?""Did you just call my mother a hag?" Take those words back." Victor requested."Hey hey please madam, calm down, we should not raise tensions here. Maybe this is a bank issue, we could resolve it before making any purchases." Mrs Yvonne said calmly as she tried to sue for peace."Errh shut up witch…" the pharmacist interrupted. "The best thing you all should do is to leave my depart

In the following weeks, Victor immersed himself in transforming the pharmaceutical department of Greenville General Hospital. Armed with a keen eye for detail and an unwavering determination, he oversaw renovations, implemented advanced technologies, and handpicked a team of pharmacists who aligned with his vision, taking the humble and accommodating attributes of his new employees as a prerogative for their employment.As the pharmaceutical department underwent a metamorphosis, Victor then focused on his thriving chain of restaurants named El Sabor. With meticulous planning, he drafted budgets, analyzed market trends, and strategized ways to elevate the dining experience.Within two months, El Sabor had not only maintained its reputation but had also generated a staggering five million dollars in revenue. Victor reveled in the success, recognizing the potential for further expansion and influence in the culinary world.Amidst the planning sessions, a call from Mrs. Martina, Victor'

Mrs. Sandra Fernandez leaned forward, her eyes narrowed with contemplation. "Alexander, it's unusual for such a drastic demand to arise spontaneously. The timing is suspicious, and considering the resentment expressed by some board members during your first day in office, your suspicion about Alejandro's involvement might not be far-fetched."Michael, with a stern expression, chimed in, "I've been with your uncle for years, and I've never seen such unrest within the workforce. It's clear that someone is manipulating the situation. The question is, why now?"Mr. Rafael Santiago, the chief sales officer, nodded in agreement. "I've been interacting with the sales team. This demand doesn't align with their usual concerns. It feels orchestrated, and if Alejandro is behind this, we need to be prepared for more than just protests."Mrs. Isabella Rodriguez, always composed, added, "The boardroom tension during the CEO anouncement really expressed their dissent. If Alejandro and his faction ar

Victor, now seated in the comfort of his room there at his mother's house, couldn't escape the weight of the turmoil that loomed over De Jarrod Cereals. The unsettling atmosphere in the boardroom had replayed in his mind like a relentless loop. His fingers tapped anxiously on his lap, a telltale sign of the storm brewing within him.As he contemplated the impending strike, Victor's thoughts gravitated towards the orchestrated chaos, and a growing suspicion clawed at him. Alejandro Martinez's disdain for his leadership was evident, and Victor couldn't shake the feeling that the rebellious chairman had a hand in orchestrating the workforce's demands and the looming strike.A sense of frustration and helplessness enveloped Victor as he envisioned the potential damage that the strike could inflict on the company. The delicate balance between acknowledging the workforce's contributions and ensuring the financial stability of De Jarrod Cereals seemed to be slipping away.The echoes of M

Steffen Gonzalez, now isolated from his men, felt the cold metal of handcuffs biting into his wrists as law enforcement officers guided him away from the chaotic scene at Midnight Cove. The luxurious black jeeps idled ominously nearby, ready to transport the captured executive and orchestrator of the illicit operation.As Steffen was led away, the moonlit night gave way to the shadows cast by the surrounding cliffs, concealing the ominous destination that awaited him. The officers guided him towards a nondescript building nestled in the heart of darkness, its exterior betraying no signs of the secrets held within.The heavy door swung open with a creak, revealing a dimly lit corridor that seemed to absorb any traces of light. Steffen's senses heightened as he entered, the air thick with the scent of dampness and anticipation. The distant echoes of Midnight Cove's chaos faded away, replaced by an unsettling stillness.The officers navigated Steffen through the labyrinthine passages