Gabriel shook his head, smiling. "Don't underestimate yourself, Mike. You have what it takes."He patted Mike's arm as a sign of a job well done, feeling a sense of satisfaction, knowing that his investments and the people he trusted were flourishing.Mike nodded, his smile widening. "Thanks, Gabriel. I will do my best. Though, I don't think anyone would want to make me that big around this city.”Gabriel lifted an eyebrow, slightly taken aback. “Why?"Mike shrugged. "I don't seem to stand a chance. You're the only one who gave me a chance and gave my life meaning again. I feel blessed to have come across you again after college."Gabriel patted him on the shoulder. "Don't think so highly of me. I'm just a mere human. But considering a bigger opportunity to become the national retail king in the future, I've got you covered."Mike was momentarily stunned, then stared at Gabriel in confusion. "What are you planning?"Gabriel smiled warmly and began to explain, "I have a plan to own a c

Inside his office, Gabriel leaned against his desk, deep in thought. "Mike, have we had any other incidents like this since I placed you in charge and you took over?"Mike shook his head. "No, this is the first time. Everything has been smooth until today."Gabriel frowned. "It's too coincidental. The timing, the orchestrated outcry... Someone wanted to cause trouble."Mike nodded in agreement. "I will start looking into who might benefit from tarnishing your reputation and that of this supermarket. Maybe someone connected to the previous owner?"Gabriel rubbed his temples, trying to piece together the puzzle. "Possibly. Keep me updated on what you find. I will also look into it from my end."Mike got curious and a bit confused. “What do you mean by you would look into it from your own end?”Gabriel waved “I know how to get informations and you shouldn't worry much about it.”Mike nodded thoughtfully, adjusting his stance as he processed Gabriel's words. "I understand. You've got your

For several consecutive days, Gabriel's supermarket faced a series of troubling incidents. Every morning, Mike would report to Gabriel about new issues that had cropped up overnight.One morning, Mike called Gabriel early. "Gabriel, we have a problem again."Gabriel sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. "What is it this time, Mike?""Someone broke into the storage room and damaged a lot of our stock. It looks like deliberate sabotage," Mike explained, frustration evident in his voice.Gabriel rubbed his temples. "I'm on my way."Arriving at the supermarket, Gabriel surveyed the damage. Shelves were overturned, and products lay scattered across the floor. Customers who had come early were turned away by the mess, grumbling about the supermarket's decline."We can't keep letting this happen," Gabriel said, turning to Mike. "It's affecting our business and our reputation."Mike nodded, his expression grim. "I agree. I’ve already called Don Makul. He’s on his way to investigate fur

In a spacious, illuminated office, Victor Morgan stood at the bar corner, swirling a glass of brandy. He grinned to himself, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Gabriel thinks he can outmaneuver me," he muttered. "But I will crush him like the insignificant insect he is for he dared to turn me down."His assistant, a nervous-looking man in a suit, entered the room and cleared his throat. "Sir, I have some news."Victor took a leisurely sip of his brandy before acknowledging him. "Go on.""Some of the men Dax deployed to sabotage Gabriel's supermarket were arrested."Victor waved dismissively. "They’re just scapegoats. Let them take the fall."The assistant hesitated. "Aren't you worried this might be traced back to you?"Victor smirked. "I've covered my tracks. No one will find a link to me."As the assistant turned to leave, Victor stopped him. "What about Dax? Have you seen him?"The assistant shook his head. "Not all evening, sir."Victor shrugged. "He’s probably just being thorough.

Gabriel couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness as he stood near the chaotic scene. His heart ached for the hostages trapped inside the bank. Observing the situation, he noticed that the police were hesitant to take any decisive action.He moved closer to the police line, blending into the crowd of onlookers. Amidst the confusion, he saw a tall, middle-aged man with graying hair and a sharp suit yelling at a negotiation expert. The man had a commanding presence, and his nametag read "Henry Jenkins," indicating he was the bank manager."How could you botch this so badly?" Henry Jenkins shouted, his face flushed with anger. "You got one of my employees killed! What kind of negotiation was that?"The negotiation expert, a frazzled woman named Sarah, looked equally frustrated. "Mr. Jenkins, we’re doing everything we can. The robbers are highly unstable. We need to proceed with caution."Gabriel edged closer, straining to hear their conversation. The police officers around them looked c