“Two months?”“Yeah, it's… quite unbelievable”“I don't even know what half of the business is about. I still have a lot to learn”“We can negotiate for more time but… I doubt if we would get it. The system here doesn't really make decision making easy”Alistair, looked at the printed copy of the memo in his hand.Just then, one of Nathan's junior colleagues burst through the open door of Alistair's office. Saved by the desk from falling, he panted for a while, having had to take the stairs all the way up from his floor.“James, what's going on? Why'd you…”“Mr…Mr. Nath…”, he said, an exhausted, panting tone.“What the hell is going on?”“Mr. Alistair… Charlie's called for a board meeting”“Two months is just too much to wait!”, Charlie shouted, banging the table.“It's too little time in my opinion, Charlie. We agree the boy is completely a novice. But all things being fair, we have to agree that he'll need more time to learn before making any big moves. Two months is too little time

The Rolls Royce stopped at the bottom of the stairs.“Welcome sir”, Steve, one of the doormen greeted as he opened the door of the Rolls Royce. Alistair patted his back, giving him his watch and phone as they proceeded to go up the stairs. The door was swung open before he even got to the lady step and he entered, the doorman behind him.Layla was in the living room.“Hey”, she said, in a calm, soothing way, rising from the sofa.She walked over to where he was and they hugged.“How was work?”“It was great.”, He responded, looking around and wondering why there were boxes everywhere.Layla noticed his distracted expression. “Oh those came earlier today. They said they were from the old house”“Oh yeah. My parents’ things”, he said, remembering suddenly.“What exactly?”“Framed pictures, some of my father's old things I guess. Mostly pictures though”“Ohh …”“It was all moved to some warehouse actually after my parents died. I'm guessing courtesy of my Uncle Charlie”There was an awkw

Layla dressed up in the black body hug dress, checking herself out in the mirror as she stepped out from the adjoining closet room.Her first reaction was disgust.“Uhhh”“What do you think?”Alistair didn't hear. He was too engrossed in looking at how appealing she looked in the dress. He just knew it would fit.Her curves, her slender kegs, her arms, they just…“Earth to Alistair”, she said, snapping at him.“Sorry”, he said, shaking his head and shaking off his thoughts.“What do you think… I don't have time”“You look sple… uhh… you look good”“What were you going to say?”“Nothing”Layla narrowed her eyes at him in a playful way. “Okayy”She tapped her phone screen.“I'm running late”, she said, taking her purse from across where he stood.“Layla… are you sure you wanna do this?”“Yeah. I mean it's the only way we are gonna find answers”“It doesn't have to be, we could find other options. Maybe ask the police to look into it”Layla smiled, taking a step back. “You are worried”“

“Voxx Technologies and Voxx Works. This makes up the group. Now this two major groups has a whole of departments of which have various departmental managers, directors and presidents. So far, Mr. Starling, what is the progress report as regards sales, people experience, clients and products?”Mr Starling, a bit caught off guard that he was asked, sat up immediately. “Uhh… I believe my secretary has such an information”, he said, looking at her for confirmation.“Yes of course sir.. I”“I had wanted to hear from Mr. Starling himself. You are the president of Voxx Technologies sir… aren't you?”“Of course”“So that makes you the most up to date person in this room concerning Voxx Technologies”“Well, I do not have such report on ground Mr. Alistair. Apologies”“It's alright. I already knew what I was looking for. For the past five years, the progress of Voxx Technologies took a slightly profitable turn. Note the word ‘’slightly”. This means there has been no progress as regards new inno

Wilde's coughing persisted, the whole room echoing the rough, coarse sound. The Cartel Lord continued to smoke regardless, worsening the situation of things. When he finally stopped, tapping the burnt part on the ash tray held for him, Wilde's whole face was sore and his chest tired of coughing.“Wilde, Wilde…Wilde”, the Cartel Lord started, his thick rough voice echoing in the tense and silently cold room. “You really did run wild, didn't you?”“I wasn't running away. I would…”Coarse coughing interluded his words. The Cartel Lord shifted his chair closer.“I wasn't trying to run away”“Then what were you doing, up on the high road? Didn't quite look like it to me”“I wasn't trying to run away.”, Wilde said, coughing some more.“So what was it ? Tell me, Wilde”He signaled to two of his boys.“I …”Some more coughing. The boys re-positioned Wilde back up, hitting his back against the metal chair again.“You know Wilde, I always thought you had that integrity, you know. Trust. But you