Mirabel Shelton on the same note didn't hesitate in glancing towards the police force who had had a mild expression ever since the Grandmaster hugged the supervisor. She ensured she got a glimpse of their faces; in return, the labeled sergeant and his co-colleagues swiftly stared back at her. The golden message was disseminated and they all understood what their leader put forth.Eric Daniels in the same light offered a handshake for the young blood. In response, the second security personnel accepted the handshake with both wearing pretty beams across their cheeks. Both had never been foes and shouldn't have started because the young blood saw an opportunity to let his voice be heard when the other was timid to speak up.The supervisors and junior staff exchanged glances while putting on an uncomplicated expression as they continually stared at the two embrace themselves. It was beyond their expectations but the reality was conspicuously staring at them.Grandmaster Julian Mars Rolan

His co-colleagues and the junior staff were startled when the word “Forgiveness” was being mentioned by him. Indeed, the identified supervisor had been a different breed for the last hours and was nothing like who he was.[The identified supervisor hinted at forgiveness?]They wondered and pondered if they misheard him at any point while he was delivering his last speech. How would they explain the fact that the same man has moved from admitting his wrongdoings to profoundly acknowledging the grandmaster and swiftly hinted at the word; “Forgiveness?”Huh?!The more the clock ticks the newer the identified supervisor becomes. Most of the faces before him were plugged in confusion while striving to apprehend where he was heading. Admitting his mistakes was a shocker on its own but hinting at forgiveness was on a different level.The identified supervisor knew it would be heavy for the staff to decisively digest which made him carefully choose the words that would accompany the word forg

The supervisor who confronted him gave a complicated stare while striding to meet with him for whatever reason he had in mind. Perhaps the silence from the identified supervisor had intensified the tension and suspense in the atmosphere that the co-colleague had to resort to taking a step toward his stand.Promptly grandmaster Julian Mars Roland snapped his right finger at him and rolled his eyes somewhat sideways which was meant to be a hint for him to grasp. The co-colleague swiftly understood the grandmaster's hint and gently receded his footsteps to his original stand.This impulsive action by the co-colleague and the Grandmaster's reaction got everyone else's attention except for the identified supervisor who was still engrossed with three thoughts in his head.Questions didn't stay off on their heads as they wondered and inwardly inquired what the co-colleague wanted to whisper to the identified supervisor that prompted him to amble from his stand. On the other note, they questi

The identified supervisor within a split second revealed his deficiency to all the concerned personnel in the reception. He was fed up with being presumed to be a demi-god when he was just a supervisor who had a sneaky means of escaping punishment.He wanted it to be crystal clear to all the concerned personnel that he wasn't special and shouldn't have used his position to torment or unleash pain in their lives.The bitter fact was that most of the Boston Billions Hotels and Suites staff were competent. He was simply a lucky dude who was in the right place at the right time to get promoted within six months of working as a junior staff.The belief was that he'd uphold the professionalism that guided the work description assigned to him given the fact he was once a junior staff and should understand what it is to be at the grassroots level.In contrast to what his subordinates presumed; the identified supervisor got promoted and became a terror who stood against their happiness and ens

He didn't stutter while expressing himself. His voice was explicit enough to avoid being misunderstood. His tone was firm enough not to be misheard. It was high time he had his heart thoughts divulged without giving a hoot if he sounded unrealistic.How would one easily believe that he isn't bluffing and meant every word that he vehemently spilled? How would the concerned staff rapidly prepare the well-known bully to serve the will of humanity?Shouldn't that arouse complications and various engrossing questions? Little wonder the identified supervisor strived to state his words as blurt as he could to avoid miscommunication of any form.If he could firmly bully most of the staff without showing any act of emotions or remorse. He might as well divulge his stance with the grandmaster without beating around the bush.The faces before him all said it all; “What the hell has been unfolding? What happened to our known bully?” These questions and many more kept singing like an alarm song in