As Oliver stepped outside alongside Simon, the sight of three luxury vehicles waiting at the driveway greeted them, their sleek, polished exteriors glinting in the early morning light.The other drivers stood at attention, while one of them opened the door of the sleek Range Robert for Oliver. Oliver was all smiles as he couldn’t quite hide the mix of emotions swirling inside him. Today was a big day for him, no doubt. The engines purred to life, and the convoy pulled away from the mansion. When they finally arrived at the sprawling compound of the company, Oliver felt a strange sense of déjà vu. This was a place he knew well, but today, it was different. As they walked into the waiting area of the company, he noticed the receptionist at her desk, the same one who had always treated him with disdain and upmost disrespect was perched behind her desk. She was chewing gum irritatingly loud, her eyes glued to her phone.Without even glancing up, she tossed a manila envelope towards Oliv

Oliver’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he watched Mr. Smith’s anger escalate. He knew that provoking Mr. Smith would force him to reveal more than he intended. So he was Willing to make him take the bait. Despite Mr. Smith’s rants, Oliver remained composed, ready to handle the situation with wisdom to avoid any further escalation that could get out of hand.In a calm but probing tone, Oliver continued, “It’s interesting you say that, Mr. Smith. But what makes you so confident that your decisions are beyond question? Especially when they seem to be driven by personal grievances?”Mr. Smith’s face was now flushed with fury as he glared at Oliver. How dare him question his authority, he wish he could just stop this loser already but it seems he was not backing down anytime soon.“I’ve been making critical decisions in this company probably since you were still in diapers,” he snapped. “I will not let a nonentity like you undermine my authority here. Never! Your insolence is unaccep

The whole room seemed smaller than it was as Mr George's gesture sent ripples of confusion and disbelief through the room.How could this be happening? Mr. George, who just moments ago seemed assured to back Mr. Smith, was now bowing to Oliver, the man everyone had underestimated.Meanwhile Oliver remained composed, his expression unreadable, his eyes darted through everyone in the room which only made the tension in the room thicken with every passing second.Mr. Smith, still clutching his aching stomach, struggled to stand upright. The pain and shock were evident in his eyes, but his fury was far from subdued. He glared at Mr. George, his voice seething with skepticism and sarcasm.“What kind of expensive joke is this?” he barked, his tone dripping with disdain. “Is this some elaborate prank you’ve cooked up? I suppose next, you’ll tell me Mr. Howard is a magician who makes people disappear!”As his anger still burned in him, memories from the previous night at the dinner flashed th

After an intense first day as CEO, Oliver felt like he was carrying the weight of the entire company on his shoulders. The exhaustion tugged at him, and his stomach rumbled in hunger reminding him that he hadn’t eaten all day. He took a glance at his watch and it was already 4 p.m, far past lunchtime.Feeling utterly drained and knowing he couldn’t go on without a moment to breathe, he needed to eat before tackling anything else, he headed to a large mall not far from his workplace to get something.As soon as he entered the mall, the first thing he noticed was people gathering in circles, and it seemed like a commotion was going on there. Too exhausted to care about another person's problems, especially after the day he’d had, he decided to continue with his activity. But then, he heard threatening laughs and mocking jeers, it sounded like someone was being bullied.His curiosity piqued and he decided to check it out for himself. Forcing his way through the gathered crowd, he finall

The word hit Oliver like a wave, surprise washed over his face, his brow arching as he stared at the guy in disbelief.He found the guy’s response almost hilarious, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. “Are you sure you're not insane? Oliver snarled. "I paid for it, so it’s mine now,” he responded, his tone sharp and unwavering.But the guy’s face twisted with fury, his eyes narrowing as he tried to protest. “You can’t just take my phone like that,” he barked, his voice rising in anger. “What then happens to my contacts and messages you bastard?”But Oliver wasn’t about to back down. The guy’s bullying tactics had no effect on him. With a steely glare, he remained firm, refusing to be intimidated. Angrily, he pulled out the SIM card from the phone and tossed it at the guy with a dismissive flick of his wrist. He then turned to the girl, handing her the phone. “It’s yours now,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. “No one’s going to bully you over this again. You’re free from