When he arrived at David's office, Mark asked with a hint of amusement, "How are the rest of the board taking my rude affront on their fragile ego from the last meeting?" David chuckled. "They're still nursing their wounds. The board chairman has even threatened to leave with his shares in the company." Mark laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "That's nothing. If Baumerman wants to leave, he can leave. His measly seven percent will barely shake the company." David agreed, "I see your point, but what if the others leave as well? It could be a mass exodus, Mark." Mark shrugged nonchalantly, his confidence unwavering. "My father owns eighty percent of the shares in the company, twenty of which secretly belong to me until I'm ready to take the reins. If they pull out their shares, I'll simply buy them back, no questions asked." David's eyes narrowed, intrigued by the plan. "How do you intend to do that, Mark? You know as well as I do that buying back shares on that scale

Mark stood in the emptying lobby of David's office building, impatiently waiting for Johnson to arrive with his car, when his phone rang. He took it out, and there was a hint of irritation in his voice as he asked, "Who's this?" "Boss, I'm Mensah. I'm on your security detail. There's been a little incident at the house, boss." Mark rolled his eyes, wondering what that had to do with the fact that he was being kept waiting. "Is that the reason why I'm yet to see neither Johnson nor my car? Look, if this is about Elena, it can wait till I get home." Mensah said, "About Johnson, sir, he's in a bad way." Mark impatiently asked, "What do you mean in a bad way? What's wrong with my car?" Mensah said, "There was an explosive device tagged to the car. Nearly claimed Johnson's life, but we're taking him to the hospital. We hope he makes it, boss." Mark's mind was reeling from the information. "Wait, slow down. There was an explosion?" His mind struggled to register what he had heard. "Me

Jennet snuggled deeper into Charlie's embrace, feeling loved and wanted once more after Gabriel's harsh rejection. Her conscience whispered reminders of her past mistakes, trying to cheat Gabriel's son out of his inheritance. Who wouldn't be furious about that? Charlie's gentle kiss on the small side of her neck sent shivers down her spine, distracting her from her guilt. Charlie was unrecognizable from the man she remembered. His touch was now laced with newfound finesse, his bedroom skills honed to perfection. Jennet fell deeply in love with the man he had become. She felt a sense of wisdom in her choice to make love without protection, silently praying to every feminine deity that she would be blessed with fertility, hoping to bind Charlie closer to her with a child. Charlie gazed into Jennet's eyes, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you, Jenny." She smiled, her heart skipping a beat. "I love you too." He flipped her over, his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. Then, he

Brown sat in his prison cell, feeling lonely and helpless. He was angry and resentful, hating the system that had kept him imprisoned for no reason. He thought about his mother, wondering why she hadn't visited or sent news. The glaring lack of evidence added to his frustration. Brown felt trapped, a victim of circumstance, his heart seething with hatred for those who had wronged him. The darkness of his cell seemed to be closing in, a physical manifestation of his hopelessness. His anger and frustration simmered, waiting for a spark to ignite his defiance. He was a man wronged, and he knew it. The question was, what would he do about it? Brown sat in his cell, lost in thought, until the warden's harsh knock on the door broke the silence. "Browny boy, you have a visitor," he said, his voice firm. Brown followed the warden, hoping it was his mother, but instead of leading him to the visitor's area, they headed towards an interrogation room. Brown's confusion grew, but he remained s

Mark sat in David's office, alone, surrounded by the familiar scent of old books and stale air. He sifted through the files he had picked up from the bank, sensitive documents his father had insured. David had stepped out earlier to help his wife with an unplanned bulk grocery order, and Mark couldn't help but smile at the memory of the way David tried to downplay the fact that he enjoyed his wife's company, even in mundane tasks like grocery shopping. As he delved deeper into the files, Mark's mind wandered to his own parents. He tried to recall what they were like when he was younger, but the memories were too vague, shrouded in a haze of time. He waved the thoughts off sadly, his eyes refocusing on the papers in front of him. The documents were a reminder of his father's meticulous nature, and Mark's heart swelled with a mix of emotions; nostalgia, longing, and a hint of regret. His phone rang, and he picked it up, a smile spreading across his face as he saw the caller ID. "Talk