Peter resumed work in a new car. He had gotten this one over the weekend. A black 2023 BMW x3. He parked in his space, a spit that had once been his father's space. He got out of his car and adjusted his suit. The security man ran towards him and greeted him with a handshake. This week, he has plans to deduct Victor's pay if he doesn't show up.Salaries will be sent out this morning, just like I instructed the accountant to do. Victor and his father have broken so many rules as regards work, and he wasn't going to let them go Scot-free. No wicked man deserves a second chance. That has always been Peter's motto, even before he met his father, but he has been lenient enough with this so-called family of his. His father had taught him one thing before his death: family was important, but not when it comes to business; otherwise, you would go bankrupt, and the same family members would troll you for being broke and poor. From the day he confirmed his identity with his father, he made a

Peter quickly placed the food on the table and unwrapped it. Kayla unwrapped hers too. She opened the wine and turned it into the two glasses Peter had brought for them.Peter couldn't wait to eat his pasta. "I think I will call off the meeting after eating this whole portion of food," Peter said. He brought the food to his nostrils and sniffed it. "Hmm, that aroma... KFC never disappoints." He commended."You can say that again. These guys are just the best in town." Kayla commented, and she pushed the chunk of chicken in her mouth. Peter nodded his head in agreement. This is just the best pasta he has had so far. The couple eats their meal in a little chit-chat. When they finished, Kayla left for her office while Peter continued with his meetings for the day."It was 4:30 when Kennedy and Victor badged into his office."Oh! Uncle Kennedy, what a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you around here lately." Peter observed. "Save the pleasantries. I am not here for all that bullshit."

It's been two weeks of peace, at least within himself and his family. Peter and Tyler were in his office. A nag lay on the table. Beside it are files scattered on the desk."Get the things ready; the engineers are at the site," Peter informed Tyler. They were still in the office. Work has commenced at the site for the reconstruction of the southern side bridge. His first contract as CEO. He wasn't going to let the chance slip away from his hands, as opportunities like this are not easy to come by. Peter checked his office for anything he might be forgetting before stepping out of the door. Tyler had the other bag strapped to his shoulders as he swayed himself towards the elevator. "You got the cash in there, right?". Yes, boss, we will just stop by the bank and make a quick deposit, and then we shall proceed to the site." Tyler replied with a smile. "It's fine; I'm right behind you," Peter informed him that, on his way, he stopped by the production unit to remind them of the prese

Tiger wasn't happy with his boss. They escorted him to his house. It was already late when the car pulled up in front of Peter's house. "You shouldn't have let him go''. Tiger said anger accompanied his gestures. This was not what they planned. The plan was to get the culprits one after the other and deal with them, not this pity game the boss was playing."Well, let's say I let them live again. If I wanted to kill anyone, it should be the one who sent them. But not to worry; I have my plans. Enemies must rise as long as you are at the top." He replied. Peter looked back at when he had nothing. He had no friend and no enemy, just his mother and him, except for the crazy family he once married into.Peter got to the door, with Tiger following behind him. You know you must learn to forgive when you are at the top. They planned to get rid of me, yes, but I would let them live their normal lives like I knew nothing, and when they least expected my return, I would strike. "Okay, boss. I

Kayla's parents lived on a hilly residential street shaded by mature trees and lined with older homes. Morning glory and clematis vines were clinging to the mailboxes, and an empty white lattice planter on the front porches was just ready to be filled with vibrant flowers.The botch house sat at the top of a sheep slope overlayed with ivy and rhododendrons. It was a sophisticated two-story cream stucco transcended by a roof of curving pale green Spanish tiles, with the shutters and trim painted the same light green. Peter pulled the white Rolls Royce under the Porte Cochere off the side, then came around the front to open the door for Kayla.For a moment, his eyes lingered on her long, straight legs. He hadn't had the time to comment on her soft, taffy-colored skirt and grey sweater combo, even though she'd rolled the skirt twice at the waistband so that a good three inches of thigh showed through her pale skin-toned hose. She thought he hadn't noticed and figured her beautiful thigh