"Mr. Damon, do not drink the coffee!! It's poisoned!!" A young man by the name George, shouted, causing everyone to turn their attention to him, including Mr. Damon who had his coffee in his hand, just few inches away from his lips.While everyone turned to him, Mr. Damon dropped his cup of coffee. Not as a form of obedience to his orders, but a reflex of his surprise at the young man’s action."Who's this?" Ryan asked, irritation written all over his face as he turned to the receptionist."He... He's the cleaner, sir. I don't know what he wants. He just barged in unannounced,” she replied in fear, hoping she wouldn't lose her job."So what do I pay you for? You had just one job, stay at the door and tell people who came to see me or Mr. Damon that we couldn’t attend to them today. What sort of rubbish is this? Do you know the importance of this meeting that this fool interrupted just now?!" He shot at her, taking stern glances from her to me."I'm so sorry sir, but I stopped him. I t

A knock on the door woke him from sleep.He stood from his bed to check who was at the door.When he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged woman in a uniform and instinctively figured out that she was one of the housemaids."Good morning, Mr. George. Mr. Damon wants to see everyone downstairs in the next thirty minutes, please get yourself ready. Your bath has already been prepared and your breakfast will be served soon,” she informed. He nodded and she bowed, before walking down the hallway.He closed his door and went over to the window.Never in his life would he have thought that he could become this rich overnight.Twenty four hours ago, he was waking up from a water bed, but here he was, fully clothed in a woolen robe, waking up from the softest bed, with his bath already prepared even before he woke up.He looked around the room in awe. It was fully decorated. There was an air-conditioner and it had another room with a closet of its own. The room had a TV, a table, a chair by

George was immediately shoved into the car, he was placed in the middle of two hefty men and he immediately felt a large black sack forcefully worn over his head."We're ready! Move the car!" The one on the right ordered."Go where?! Where are you people taking me to?! Let me go now! Who are you all?” George frantically shot questions, but he didn't get answers to anyone."Shut up and keep quiet!” They ordered, but George wouldn't have it. Scared for his life, he began making a huge fuss; throwing his hands in the air, kicking the seats and yelling "help""Keep quiet, we said!!""What do you want from me?! You're wasting your time kidnapping me if you want money! I'm a poor church rat who just got dumped! Where are you people taking me too?!!""This is not about money! Quiet down immediately!!" They warned him."Let me go! Let me go, now!!," He ignored their warnings and continued screaming until they couldn't take it anymore."Scorpion, did you bring the powder?," The one with a roug

"Here is your breakfast, sir" the chef announced as she slid a plate containing two tasty looking sandwiches to him across the large, shiny, white dining table, alongside a chilled glass of apple juice.But George was less concerned about his stomach this particular morning. He stared at the food, but at the same time, he didn't even notice it. He was lost deep in his thoughts.Three days had passed since George relocated to his mansion in country B, and he couldn't help but wonder how Scarlett was doing. They hadn't talked since he left, so he couldn't help but wonder.As much as he was pissed that he was lied to for the last two years, he couldn't ignore the fact that she was the reason he was the man he always wanted to be. For two years she helped - and sometimes forced him - to explore his potential. She proved to him that he had sides he didn't even know he had. He was no longer that invisible, thin, timid nobody that everyone knew him as. She saw what Mr. Damon saw in him, and