“We have two days until the coronation and that means we have just 2 days to seal this deal with the Davenport family. We are on the hot seat!” Vivian began after sipping into her hot cup of coffee. She turned to Gerald, “My dear son inlaw, I guess I am left with no chance but to let you take on this mission for us. If we are to wait for any other person here, I will end up in utter disappointment and the whole trip would be a waste. We can’t afford to waste any more time.” Enrique flared up, “Here’s what’s gonna happen, mom. I will go now to Elon’s firm along with my strong team and I will return here before evening and slap that piece of paper on this very table.” Then he stormed off, determined to do whatever it would take to earn the family’s respect. Nathan smiled, ‘I’d like to see you try, asshole’ He said to himself. “Well, let’s see what happens, mother.” Gerald broke the silence. “I mean, Enrique has a way of always sweeping the family off their feet. He might do it,

As Nathan's convoy drove into the company, all eyes were fixated on him. Everyone needed and wanted to see their new boss, the new face of the empire. Was it someone they knew? Was he a nice person or was he strict and firm like their old boss? Nathan dropped from the car and simply waved at the crowd of workers with a smile on his face. Sadly, though, his smile was not so visible due to the thick beard on his face, making him look like a terrorist. Well, he did not mind having so much hair on his face as long as it kept people from recognizing that it was Nathan Reed, an old partner to their former boss. "This way, sir' Beatrice gestured him into the main building where all the paperwork was taking place. The amount of workers in DaunFi alone doubled the amount of prisoners in the cell he passed the nght back in Mexico. Soon, Nathan was taken to his office. He remembered sitting opposite Elon as a partner. Now, he was sitting in Elon's place as the head. What a game changer. His n

All eyes turned to him, especially Vivian’s. “Oh my son-in-law, I would have had you as a son instead of these useless sons of mine. But Frost has made his decision clear. He does not want any Davenport in his companies. How then do you expect to..” “Well, I am not a member of the Davenport family, mother, am I? So, here’s the deal. I will bag the contract for myself and give this family 100% control of everything. It will be as though you had the contract yourselves. So, there is no need to panic. I will fix this.” Gerald assured the family and continued eating in peace. “You can’t go out tonight, though. It has to be tomorrow. The government is on an all-night patrol to catch a certain toxic gang.” Racheal said. Enrique and Donald bent their heads in silence, the weight of their collective failure pressing down on their thick skulls. Vivian composed herself, breathing deeply as she placed a trembling hand on Gerald’s. "Gerald, you have always been our rock," she said, her vo

“I will make this quick, Mr. Jones.” Beatrice began coldly, making sure Gerald and Percy felt extremely uncomfortable and embarassed. “I have glanced through your proposal and it is good. Yes, we have worked in the past before. But there are some big changes that have been made prior to the new arrival of Mr. Frost.” Gerald wondered why Beatrice was being cold to him, but it did not matter. He was sitting right in front ot Mr. Frost’s own personal advisor which was a big honour. “You might be aware of Sir. Frost’s recent order. He is no longer interested in having any business dealings with the Davenport family. Reasons best known to him. Now, it appears that you are married to a daughter of the Davenport family. So, Mr. Gerald, you are now left with two choices if you want to get a piece of the Genesis project.” As she spoke, Percy could feel her palm sweaty. It felt like the world was crushing on her head, dislocating her spinal cord. How would Beatrice now look at her as t

Beatrice chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "I assure you, Mrs. Candace, this is no joke. Mr. Frost is a man of his word. Your proposal impressed him greatly, and he believes in the potential of your project." Candace blinked once, twice, her mind struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions. "But... but why? Why did he choose me? What’s the catch?" Beatrice shook her head gently. "There’s no catch. Sometimes, the right proposal finds its way to the right person at the right time. Mr. Frost values innovation and integrity, and your proposal exemplifies both. Consider this an opportunity to prove the value of your vision." Candace's hands finally managed to steady themselves as she shook Beatrice's hand, her grip firm despite the tremors of disbelief. "Thank you. This means more than I can express. I won’t let you down." Beatrice smiled, a reassuring gesture. "I have no doubt about that.” “But I heard Mr. Frost’s recent announcement about disconnecting all ties wi