When Mr. Andrew got to the conference room, he noticed that the executive team members, including the senior executives, were present, taking their respective positions. He also cited the corporate secretary and other employees as well.“Secretary, for some reason, the minutes of this meeting won't be taken because…” He paused for a brief moment, then continued, “Let me be more straight; it is a highly confidential discussion, and we should leave it that way. You can only take note of those who attended the meeting, of course, the date, and time, and then the meeting topic. If we finally conclude, please take note of that as well,” he said while looking away from the audience.“Is that clear?” Mr. Andrew asked.“Yes, sir,” the secretary replied with a startled tone, like one who was unconscious.That drew the attention of Mr. Andrew and caused him to take a closer look at the audience and notice that everyone was hooked to their different phones, each of them wearing a frown.“What is

Scott had seen Jack leave his boss's office while he was coming in. He almost nudged Jack off, but Jack had escaped the angry breath from him.“What brought Jack here, sir?” Scott asked as he approached close to Mr. Andrew, looking in the direction of the exit.“You could imagine his guts. He said that he wants to invest in my company to get 65% of shares,” Mr. Andrew, who sat on his chair tapping his feet rhythmically in utter despair and anger, replied.“What effrontery! What is giving him such vibes that he has suddenly grown to want to dine with the kings? He has forgotten so soon where he belonged. Or is it because he luckily won some cheap lottery?” Scott was self-convinced that it was the only thing that could have given Jack the money he prided himself on. “I wish to go and teach him a big lesson right now,” Jack added, while his boss still felt like the discussion that ensued between himself and Jack was surreal.“No. Just allow it to slide. I thought of that as well, the mo

Scott slightly shuffled into Mr. Andrew’s office after Mr. Andrew permitted him to come in. His tired eyes darted towards Mr. Andrew, who sat perched on the edge of his seat with a triumphant grin written all over his face. Scott also noticed that his boss didn't bother looking up from the document clutched in his hands.“Is everything alright, boss?” Scott inquired, his voice laced with a hint of concern but a gravelly rasp. Just before he left his office less than an hour and thirty minutes ago, Mr. Andrew had complained to him about how he felt bad that no investor had shown up to his company to invest. This has been a rollercoaster for the company, his boss, and himself, and the worry lines etched on Scott's face were significant to that.Mr. Andrew leaned back with a playful glint in his eyes. “Yes,” he began, his voice laced with nervous excitement. “Everything's better than alright, Scott. Much better, in fact.” He gestured toward the two empty chairs in front of him. “Have a s

Different cardboard boxes were filled with Mr. Andrew’s office's personal belongings—framed photos and other things. He had instructed Scott to come to pick them up with other aids, but Mr. Andrew had to come around to be certain they were doing the right thing.As they moved out with the boxes right before Mr. Andrew, the weight of defeat sat heavy in his chest. His once bustling office is now a scene of quiet desolation. The cabinets that were once filled are now empty, and the office is like a hollow echo. He knew there was no place for him there again.He was so ashamed to formally let his employees know about the latest development, presuming that in no time they would get to know when the news must be out. Mr. Andrew couldn't imagine something could ever make him sell his company; to him, it was as impossible as seeing the sunrise from the west, but this was a decision he had no choice.He wished he had listened to Scott many times before rushing to strike the deal, but that wa

“Welcome. How about the task I assigned you?” Jack questioned Blade, who had greeted him as he just stepped into the sitting room. He has been so curious and couldn't wait to know what the outcome of the inquiry he asked him to make was.“Yeah, the wedding is real, likewise like its date and venue. It will be held in a week, just as stated in the paper,” Blade replied quickly, knowing his boss had a lot of interest in what he just probed.Jack cupped his face in his hand. “So it’s real, and that's quite close.” He raised it again and then stood to walk close to the window side, where he always had a better view of the city. “I can't believe she agreed to marry that big-for-nothing fool that almost ruined my career.” On a clearer thought, he said, “They were on it together anyway.” He muttered to himself and then drew in a deep breath. “I want them to pay, but I don't know how. The wedding is so close that I feel so tense and frustrated.”“You shouldn't feel that way, boss,” Blade cuts