In a few minutes, the presidential convoy arrived at the White House, and Edward was stunned by everything he saw around him. This was only the third time he had ever been to the White House—the first two times were in his dreams. He had never actually been to the White House until now. He could see towering buildings and tall trees standing beautifully. The place was like another world, and the media had not done it justice in its descriptions. The convoy drove past leisure parks and offices before finally stopping at the presidential lodge, a seven-story building. They all exited the car. They got into an elevator, heading to the top floor where the president's office was situated. When they reached a brown door with the tag "THE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT," the Senate president pushed the door open, taking the first step inside, followed by Edward and the security personnel. Edward froze in place when he discovered it was a conference room. A large rectangular table, made of gold

At exactly 7 p.m., a long presidential convoy drove up and parked in front of Edward's house. Already dressed in an exquisite black suit and black Italian shoes, which he had purchased earlier, Edward stood in front of his mirror, checking himself out as he got ready to leave. He was tense, trying hard to calm the adrenaline rushing through his body. Having dinner with the president and his family was such a big deal. He prayed he wouldn't mess up."I can do this," he sighed heavily to calm down, saying it to his reflection in the mirror before stepping out of his house.Stepping outside, he could see a good number of presidential escorts dressed in black suits, eyes covered with dark shades, all standing at attention as they awaited him. Among the men was a beautiful blonde woman with long dark hair, standing next to a black Lamborghini, its color reflecting under the streetlights. She was dressed in a black suit and skirt, with dark shades covering her eyes, giving her a smart and p

Loylds Laboratory began its first production on a Monday morning. Having employed hundreds of workers, Edward never revealed the process or formula he used to produce the vaccines. Instead, he would go into a room that only he could access, make large quantities, and then have his workers handle the packaging and marketing. This was to ensure that none of them learned his secret formula and potentially sold it to others.For the past weeks, Edward’s name had been trending globally, making him one of the most talked-about men on earth. Magazines, journals, and media outlets were all discussing him. From his childhood history to his college days, and how he was able to heal his first patient while in prison—this was the trending news worldwide. Although his story inspired hope in young scientists and the world at large, it also sparked controversy. Many were skeptical, especially in other countries, where they doubted the authenticity of Edward’s vaccines. They refused to believe the ex

Sandra Hudson returned home after the disappointing appointment she had with Edward and walked past Richard, who was sitting on the couch with a drink in his left hand, holding and looking at a magazine."Sandra, you can't just pass your husband like that without giving me feedback on how it went," he said to Sandra, who was heading upstairs to the room. She paused, heaved a sigh, and then turned to reply to him."It didn't go well. Edward refused to give me the vaccines," she said weakly.Richard, in shock, shoved the magazine on the table and stood up quickly with a confused expression on his face. "What do you mean he refused to give you the vaccines? Did you do everything I asked you to do in that office?""If I did it well? Ha!" She scoffed and folded her arms over her chest. "Trust me, I'm a woman. I tried all the seductive methods I know, but he rejected me and ordered me to leave his office," she said.Richard faced the window, with both hands on his waist. He seemed really su

Edward's expression suddenly lightened up the moment he saw Maria in front of him, but he was still engulfed in surprise at her request."Did you just say I should dance with you?" he asked, fidgeting."Yes, or do you have a girl? Because I can't find anyone around you." Maria turned around, searching to see if there was a girl nearby, but Edward shook his head."No, no, no, there's no one. I was just sur—ermmm—weren't you dancing with a guy—" Edward stuttered, his eyes still locked with Maria's green orbs.Having stretched out her hand for a while, Maria said, "C'mon Edward, my hand is already hurting.""Oh, I'm sorry," he quickly took her hand. Maria gulped down her remaining drink and placed the glass on the table as she looked up at him with a smile. Her facial expression and tone showed she had already had a lot to drink and was intoxicated."Your hands are supposed to be on my waist. That's how it works," she said, placing both hands on his shoulders and directly looking into hi