‘What's the celebration for? Congratulations?’Raphael had those aforementioned questions abruptly living rent-free in his head at that very moment.His grandfather; Jacques Claude Gauthier hadn't informed him of such a gesture! Benoit; the senior butler didn't for a second enlighten him of any sort of surprise engagement!Raphael glanced through the domestic staff who were all standing at one spot like they were anticipating his return. Little wonder he didn't see any domestic staff at the door corridor like they usually positioned.Raphael beholds genuine smiles engulfed in their faces. ‘For real? They pretty much seemed happy for me, huh?’ his inner thoughts were still playing out.Jacques Claude Gauthier chuckled firmly and offered an embrace which Raphael acknowledged.That was the very time my grandson and grandfather were embracing in front of a larger audience.A start of a greater impact they guess? The times of discord and grudges should have been settled already.“Grandfath

Raphael and Pierre quickly stared at each other as more possible unfolding incidents hinted in their mind.Both have their mouths a little bit opened with their fingers stretched in affirmation of an idea they've just got.“Chevalier?” Pierre promptly asked. Raphael didn't respond with his mouth but rather raised his eyebrows with thoughts engrossing in their hearts.“Pierre if it's what I'm thinking then Mr Chase wouldn't be completely honest with the number of production materials in the warehouse…” Raphael finally spilled out what could be occurring.Pierre beamed in bitterness as Raphael's words went in tandem with what he's gotta say too. “Yes. It means Mrs Elise and Mr Royal; The Account Manager has a huge influence on the number of materials to be purchased and how much to steal without raising suspicion,” Pierre finally hit it where it stands.If this thought is factual then Raphael has more battles to conquer as Mrs Elise's influence in the company is one never to be taken fo

Raphael's goal has been explicitly clear from the moment he accepted Jacques Claude Gauthier's offer to become the Managing Director. All he's got in his objective book was; Succeed, Triumph, and Conquer.He understands how rocky the path could seem but the first approach was to fish out the bad eggs. Jacques Claude Gauthier had invested his sweat, resources, and time to build his multi-dollar winning business and Raphael wouldn't dare permit any schemer to stall the growth of the company.Raphael had the opportunity to visit The Lion Winery Industries vineyard where the magic is being built. Celine took it upon herself to show him the plantation of different grapes, and fruit flavors that she and her production team used in producing one of the best champagnes in Paris.Raphael could have gone earlier with his grandfather to the vineyard but that would blow up his cover before his official announcement.But with Celine taking him there it felt more spontaneous as he interacted with t

The three sergeants seemed rather perplexed as to why the Chief of Police was pushing the points further to a written acknowledgment. They thought it was merely an inquiry but it's more like an investigation. The dummy heads didn't realize that's what it has been all this while.The lady has been calm for the longest time. The only time she parted her lips was the time the sergeant exchanged greetings with her. It was about time she began the aim of her coming to Mayhem police station that fateful morning.“Sergeants just like your superior has stated. These are legal files with spaces to write down your aforementioned words of not knowing Mr Laurent or ever being to Stamford Luxury and Suites for the past three weeks,” she re-emphasized and placed the document in front of them.It becomes quite clear even though they haven't fully grasped the real intentions of the chief of police and the woman who they believed is a legal personnel; a lawyer. If she's not into the law profession. Ho

“Sir… Sir. The guest is finally lodged,” a tender voice gently voiced from the other end of the call.Raphael responded with; “Alright. Keep me apprised of any further development,” his voice sounded distinctive.“Surely. Will do Sir,” the receptionist found it needful to assure before Raphael ended the call.Could be wondering why the receptionist of Stamford Luxury and Suite had to inform Raphael of the lodge status of a particular guest. The answers ain't far-fetched.Raphael picked up his phone well placed on his mattress and dialed a line. He patiently waited as it kept ringing and within ten seconds it was picked.Raphael without further ado engaged in the call. “The ground is finally wet. How do we play?” he informed the subject that he called, backing it up with an intriguing question.“Alright. Would send two of my well-articulated sergeants to meet you up at your residence at once,” the chief of police informed him accordingly before ending the call.You'd vividly see that R