Jack parked the car in the garage and walked straight inside the mansion.His stomach churned with anxiety as he couldn't wait for what the findings would be, even though he knew Blade would always deliver swiftly whenever it came to spying.“Hey, man,” he called to Blade as he walked in.Before Blade could respond, one of the housekeepers got close enough to take out his briefcase. “Welcome, sir,” Jack already knew why he came around. So, he removed the jacket of his well-tailored gray suit and handed it to him along with his briefcase.He walked to his room, and Blade trailed right behind him.As soon as they entered Jack’s room, “Welcome, boss. But you got back a few minutes earlier than I expected,” Blade said, facing him, and went on to ask, “How was work today?”“It was fine. Please, let's get down to business. What and what did you come up with concerning the finding?” He questioned Blade and made himself comfortable as he sat down on the bed.“Hmmm,” Blade sighed in resignatio

“Hello boss,” Blade spoke with Jack over the phone. “I just hung up with the lawyer, and he said we lost the case.” Blade would have waited to let him know when he got back, but since Jack almost blew up his phone with calls at intervals to know the outcome of the case, he decided to inform him. Besides, it was just two hours from the usual time he gets back home.Before Blade could say anything else, Jack snarled, “I feel disappointed. Come take me out of here. I am done for today,” and she ended the call.Blade arrived at the building a few moments later and pulled up with the Royce Rolls at the enterprise garage. He entered Jack's office, who was looking furious, and helped him with his briefcase.There were none of those pleasantries, as Blade noticed Jack wasn't desiring them.In a daze, Jack shut down the computer screen on his table. Rising to his feet, he straightened his inner shirt and suit. Then Blade handed him a wet tissue. Jack couldn't understand his intentions for abru

To keep their profile low, Jack and Blade had decided to see the man from the opposition party out. None of those politicians could be trusted; besides, they are full of game schemes.As soon as they approached the exclusive lounge, Blade spotted the man with the description he gave them.They walked to the man’s direction, “Hello, sir. I hope we didn't keep you waiting,” Blade said, offering a hand for a shake.“Not at all,” he replied. “I guess you are Blade?” he asked, returning the handshake.Aside from the fact that Blade was the one to reach out to him, he could guess that he was the one with the way Blade had looked like a detective and Jack looked more like a gentle guy.“Sure, I am. Thank you.” The man turned slightly to Jack and said, “And you?”Being so observant, Jack recognized him at first glance as Mr. Owen. His eyes widened in shock as he remembered who he was.“I am Jack,” he muttered, still astonished by the sight of the man standing before him.The way Jack stared

Blade grinned, “Are you heading out?” he asked, appraising Jack’s appearance.“Yeah, I am. I forgot to tell you, I have a business event to attend.” Jack replied.“Ok, that's alright. Will you need my company, boss?”“Not at all. It's just to sit and listen, maybe contribute, and I'll be back before you know it.”“That's fine. Do take care of yourself. I always have your back.”“Thanks,” Jack said, and he got into his Rolls-Royce and zoomed off.The next thing, he was in an opulent and modern building. The penthouse overlooks a glittering cityscape. He walked in and had himself sit around one of the round tables.The meeting was quite interesting, as he was taking notes on some things with his notepad. It was a one-hour and thirty-minute meeting.Immediately after the meeting, Jack quickly snuck out his phone and started to get engrossed with it, but a voice snapped him back to the present.“Jack Ford, right?” A charming young man smiled at Jack, and Jack’s brows shot up, trying to di

Jack, tastefully dressed with a hint of his quirky personality, sits across the executive chair in his office, while Remy, impeccably dressed, leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers.“So, Remy, your cloud technology seems so impressive. I went through it and noticed the complete data security and increased processing power. It's quite a package,” Jack remarks.“Indeed, Jack. We pride ourselves on being at the forefront of technological innovation, and I know your firm, with its reputation for excellence, would be a perfect fit,” Remy says with a smirked face. “And that was why I reached out to you. When quality jams its value,” he quipped.“Of course, I can imagine that,” Jack says, swirling his wine in the glass. “Remy, this partnership has the potential to be quite lucrative. However, I'm concerned about the long-term implications. What happens to our data after it's migrated to your cloud?”Remy takes a bite of his steak, served with a glass of wine. “Ah, data ownership! A