“Excuse me, please. I’m here for Mr. Jamal.” Someone asked the nurse behind the counter impatiently as she quickly flipped through the register.“What exactly happened to him?” Dennis asked Martins and Madam Felicia seriously, forgetting the fact that they were his masters.“And what does that have to do with us?” Madam Felicia hissed, rolling her eyes away.Madam Felicia and her sons including Madam Theresa and her sons were patiently waiting for news from the doctor about Jamal’s condition.Dennis exhaled heavily and paced a bit.“What do you mean by this incident has nothing to do with you?” Dennis fired courteously after a brief pause. “I mean, it was your birthday.” Dennis reminded her.“It’s her birthday doesn’t mean she controls all actions. Who knows if he ate something bad or someone poisoned him?” Martins curled his lips, looking away.Dennis couldn’t bring himself to believe what they were saying.“Poison?” Dennis smirked, he knew what they were doing and the kind of game t

Because of his experience and knowledge, Jamal was appointed to follow other seniors of C-Gaming to recruit fresh talented breeds into the firm. He was in the auditing room, scanning and interviewing applicants strictly. “Sir, how about $100,000?” Some applicants boldly tried to bribe him but he refused curtly.He sighed heavily since he had not been able to employ a single person. All the applicants were coming for flimsy reasons and had 30% idea and knowledge about technology which didn’t pique his interest.“Food, handsome men, salary, bribery.” Those were the reasons some of his applicants gave him and he sent them out notwithstanding.“Next!” He drank his bottle of water and attempted to pick up the list on the table when he saw a familiar name and quickly looked up.“What?” He sneered in shock and disbelief. He looked at the lady standing before him and back at the passport on the applicant’s resume.“It’s me, you don’t have to look excessively before you go blind.” Audrey hiss

Jamal walked up to the counter, placing his participant form on the desk.The lady smirked, rolling at him and back at the form."Is there something the problem?" He asked her cryptically."Not on the form but on you, yes." The lady said and he smirked in astonishment. He had never met the lady before thus he wondered where the poor manners were coming from."What do you mean?" He controlled his temper, questioning her seriously."The news is all over, how you stole your stepbrother's idea and also embarrassed yourself at your stepmother's birthday party." She sighed, closing her eyes briefly."Hope you aren't here to contest with someone's idea. So you know, pirated works are not allowed." She bashed curtly."Goodness! Where are your manners?" He shook his head in disbelief. "At least get the real news rather than believing in hearsay. I will never steal anyone's idea!" He informed her seriously."Duh! Good luck though." She grunted.He didn't know if he should exchange words with he

Noah Emerson was known to be a major shareholder with byte-dance. He was also wealthy. Jamal was astonished as to how Noah got his number and wanted to have a meeting with him.He was reluctant on whether to go or not but after a long time of thinking, he decided to meet with Noah Emerson at the place they had agreed to meet even though it was about his budget and style.The bouncer blocked him before he could access the main building.“Who are you?” The bouncer’s eyes rolled all over him and he shrugged.“I’m here for a business meeting.” He said.“I thought you were a delivery guy.” The bouncer grunted.“I’m not. Can I go in now?” He asked.The bouncer gave him a long look before granting him access, and he exhaled deeply.“When will all these stop?” He wondered, entering into the main hall.Noah Emerson waved at him a few minutes when he was in and he walked over to him. The other guests were surprised to see who Noah Emerson’s guest was as he was known to be prestigious. The sight

The countdown continued, some contestant lost interest and left the arena, some grumbled and hit their keyboard in agony while others tried to finish the task as fast as they could. Martins looked reluctant and comfortable, like someone who everything had already been prepared, all he needed to do was be present in the contest.Immediately, Jamal raised his hand as proof that he had finished the application and done. He finished with an extra thirty minutes on his side, others grumbled and hesitantly raised their hands.The host and an external judge stepped in to take a look at everyone’s application, everything was live so the result would be made public and viewers also had the right to pick their winners since they watched the entire competition.“Wow.” The external judge gasped as soon as he got to Martins' corner. Other contestants frowned, wondering if he had won again. Martins kept a straight smile.“Can you imagine someone hasn’t been doing anything all this while?” The extern