One morning my younger uncle was using his phone when he saw an ad talking about BRADON. He then saw that there was a new owner of BRADON which is me. He starred at the phone in amazement before shouting. “what the?!” “why are you shouting this early morning. Are you trying to wake my kids?” my aunty shouted angrily. “I am sorry sis. I didn’t mean to shout like that. It’s just I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming and this was still reality.” He added. My aunty starred at him in confusion. “what are you saying again. They tell you don’t do drugs so you don’t say stupid things.” She replied rolling her eyes. “no sister. Look at what I am seeing. Just look.” He said as he showed her the phone. She was a bit hesitant to look at it, then she did. Her jaw dropped. “isn’t this Damien?” she asked. “yes it is. You have no idea. How is he the new owner of BRADON?” he asked. “no wonder he was able to pay for the bank debt.” She added. “Damien must be a billionaire now, he even change

Mr Wellington and I got to the hotel. We got there very early so we decided to have a chat. “So Tony what is the plan?” Mr Wellington asked all of a sudden. “Oh, plan. I don’t have one actually. I just want to hear what exactly they want to tell you. I have a feeling that they are up to something else apart from getting you to sign the deal.” I replied. “What do you mean Tony?” Mr Wellington asked. “What I mean is I am sure it’s not just about getting you to sign the deal. I think they want to establish a good relationship with you because they have further intentions. Anyways, we are here now. Let’s see what they have to say.” I added. “ok then.” Mr Wellington replied as we both walked into the boardroom of the hotel where we would be receiving the Lotus group. There were a bunch of staff waiting there. They attended to both me and Mr Wellington very well. What do we expect? They were all Mr Wellington staffs? Few moments afterwards, Mr Maxwell and some Lotus representatives came

El Malid stood up staring at his window that morning. He held a picture of him and Maggie. “why? Why did you leave me? I was ready to leave everything behind for you, silly woman…” he was cut short by a knock on his office door. “Who is it?” he asked, angry at the interruption. “Good morning Mr Malid. It’s me Roxy.” She replied. “oh! Come in then.” He replied. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Our plan is moving steadily. The boys are already working on the new coffee with the help of the AI and bots. I believe our coffee should be overtaking the market when it comes out.” She said smiling. “That's good to hear. What's the progress on getting the snitch in CELL?” he asked. “very well. The girl's name is Lizzy. She works in the production department and has agreed to work with us.” Roxy replied. “ok that’s good to hear.” He replied as he continued to hold the picture. Roxy notices the picture. “Mr Malid. You know I heard she’s now working for Tony. Your enemy.” Roxy said, referring

My sight became blurry all of a sudden. It was as though I was in a trance, recalling that I warned Uncle Ben not to visit me at the company. I knew how dramatic he could be and how he may decide to create a scene in the presence of my workers. After all, he is a shameless old man. I didn't want that to happen. But, there was nothing coming to my head. Not even the littlest idea. Lizzy had come to the reality of the rude shock. She was sluggishly packing her things from her office. I could see shame and frustration hovering all over her face but I didn't care. I was just concerned with seeing her leave the company with no waste of my precious time. "Good riddance to bad rubbish!" I said, obliviously provoked. The other workers stared at me quite surprised at the way I looked at Lizzy with disdain. It was the first time they were seeing me in such mood because I have always shown them the good side of Tony. But, "everyday is not Christmas" as my late father used to say. John was so

I closed my eyes and it was as if I was out of the world. Doctor Dre took two injections from his drawer and punched my buttocks with it. Paula was no longer herself. She was feeling the pain on my behalf. The poor lady was only in love but one will consider her incompetent or unprofessional. Six different nurses were there to assist Dr. Dre. They were just as rugged as Trina, swift to take the instructions of Dr. Dre and appeared very beautiful in their white fitted gowns. I couldn't utter a word. I could only look as if dumb. Days were unfolding and my condition grew worse. I was so terrified because I didn't want to die. At least, not now. Not when I have a career to pursue, not when I am yet to have my own family and most importantly, not when I have to save Mr. Wellington and his daughter, Sarah, from the trouble the Lotus Group has been causing them. Trina, right from time had always been a good cook. She made delicious delicacies for the Dark Dragons after a successful mission