"Mr. Gaius, please," the waiter, who had just become the new manager, signaled for Raid to leave."You son of a bitch, this is all your fault. You have been eyeing my position for a long time. You planned everything." Raid stood up angrily and held the waiter's neck. "You son of a bitch, you will pay for this," he cursed at him. If not for the public place, he would have strangled him to death.The security personnel arrived shortly and chased him out. Raid was still cursing while being driven out. He swore to make them pay for the humiliation he went through."Aww my gosh, I thought he was joking when he said he knew the president.""Aww, I feel ashamed to sit here. I am leaving.""The gentleman wasn't bragging."The customers were all ashamed; when Jerome left with Gaius, they breathed a sigh of relief."Do you know Raid?""Yes, he tried to rape my secretary and beat him up. I guess he wanted to take revenge. Too bad he didn't know me." Jerome shook his head and said."That stupid b

After the receptionist told Mr. Cambridge Jerome was ready to see him, he hummed and stood up. He would put this boy in place today. When he got to the office, he knocked for the first time but there was no response. He knocked for the second time and no one responded. "What's going on here? Why is anyone not responding." He pondered. He knocked for the third time and heard Jerome's voice. He opened the door and entered. As Mr. Cambridge entered Jerome's luxurious office, he felt a sense of awe and wonder. The room was decorated with lavish furniture and exquisite art. He couldn't help but admire the opulence of the space. At the same time, he felt a twinge of envy. He had worked hard his whole life, but he still couldn't afford a place like this. Why is the world so unfair? How can nobody suddenly turn to somebody and sit in such an expensive office? "Mr. Cambridge here isn't a tourist site. My time is precious." Jerome said with an impatient tone. " You, how dare you make me wait

Eleanor had closed from work early. She decided to pick up Rosca at the airport since she just arrived from the UK. "Omo, I thought you wouldn't come to pick me up. I wonder who is on duty today." Rosca said happily when she saw Eleanor. "Will you just shut your mouth for once? If I hadn't come, you would have complained. Now I'm here, you are talking." Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Of course I was surprised. I thought you wouldn't be able to make it. Hey, I didn't come with any luggage, let's go shopping." Rosca said. " I always already wondered how I got to meet a person like you. How could you travel with no luggage?" Eleanor stared at her friend like she was staring at a fool. "It's because I'm abnormal, that is why I got you as a friend. If I wasn't normal, would I have been your friend?" Rosca said with a playful tone. "So you mean I am abnormal. Roca!!" Eleanor exclaimed. Feeling annoyed. " Sh, can't see we are in a public place People will think you are crazy." Roca covered

"Sir, what do we do?" Bright asked."I am driving to the factory. Hire more than a hundred experts. I will talk to the president if he could give us another day. Call for an emergency meeting with the team. Also, meet the GTP CEO and offer a good deal. I want him to join us so we can finish the process.""Ok, sir," Bright said and took one of Jerome's men's cars since he came with his boss.Jerome called the Gambian president."Hello, Jerome, has my secretary arrived?" He asked."Not yet, Mr. President. But there is a problem we are facing right now. There is something wrong with the fabric, and we hope you will give us a day to resolve this issue," he said with a humble tone."What do you mean I should give you a day? You assured me everything was going to be done today. You said today was the last day. The designer is also waiting for the fabrics so she can start working on them now," the president said with a disappointed tone."I'm sorry, Mr. President. Please just give us another

"Don't worry, Mr. Secretary, I understand. We are businessmen and always go for something that would profit us. But it is not good to backstab us. How will the war end if war was to break out of our mistakes?" Even though Jerome's tone was calm, he clearly heard the hidden danger in his words. "You are right, Mr. Jerome. Don't worry, there will never be a war. We will be faithful to each other." He nodded continuously. Even his boss (the president) wouldn't be able to fight Jerome, not to talk of a mere secretary like him. "It's good that you understand. Can we go to check the fabrics?" Jerome inquired. "No, no, it's alright. I know you will do a good job. There is no need for me to bother myself. I trust you." He denied it quickly. He wanted to get out of his factory quickly. His present was suffocating him. "Is that so?" Jerome nodded in understanding, but his eyes were filled with mockery. It seems the president's secretary wasn't dumb after all. "Bright, tell the workers to pac