The HR kept a mean demeanor after unleashing her punishment, her eyes darting at the murmuring junior staff in search of a scapegoat to feel her wrath. Cleopatra and Raymond blurted out a sarcastic sigh, which she pretended not to grasp; the three personnel exchanged a couple of undefined eye contacts. The HR switched her gaze towards the elevator after the two labeled receptionists groggily exited the building, her ears to the ground, just in case an offensive remark was uttered regarding her decision. “They deserved to be sacked but she turned a blind eye to their excesses. They went further to sneer but she ignored all of that.” “Just last week Kevin was almost sacked because of lateness to work. Shouldn't those two be sacked for how rudely they responded?” the junior staff inaudibly lamented with their heart thumped in displeasure. Michael, behind the stairs, clearly overheard the protests of the aggravated staff, the silly attitudes of the receptionists, and HR’s partial

Michael reflectively narrowed his eyes to catch the glimmer of who uttered those words and the motive behind it.Before switching his gaze towards the subject, his sensory organs detected who the possible personnel was, but a clear stare would submerge any further doubts.“If they discover I told you about this, I would be bullied. Michael Scofield, can you keep a secret?” the voice reiterated once more with a tingling aura.Without hesitation, he slightly scoffed followed by an implicit response. “If you didn't trust me enough. I believe you wouldn't consider letting the cat out of the bag.”“What's it?”After a few moments of introspectiveness, the voice oozed back to words. “Some of the male folks don't like you. I eavesdropped on their scornful conversations about all attention being drawn towards you, including the women who used to admire them now drool over you.”“You need to be cautious and watchful. Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise is saturated with different shades of gray tha

Stephanie muffled more giggles, her tongue smacked in a smiling gesture in readiness to respond accordingly.“Does anything ever slip his mind?” she charmingly mused while dropping off Cole's document in the drawer cabinet.For a moment, she thought he had forgotten to ask that important question about getting to meet Cole and boom, when she least expected— he finally asked as though he reads minds.[Well, could he?]“Sure you'll. He's currently on a compulsory two-week break which every staff rotationally benefits to stay agile and less worn out from work.”He nodded while still receding towards the door; he never knew Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise offered a fourteen-day break to her staff; now he knew better.Stephanie quickly got back into words. “He will be at the office on Monday morning. Although I've already briefed him about you being my odd angel and also about the audacious stunt you pulled off on the basement floor,” Michael blinked his eyelids in cheerfulness, a persisten

“Great Lord? I have read so much about the world's most rated limitless credit card that I could recognize it at first glance!”“Is this really it? The most famous card customized by Lord Marshall Daniels in the nineteenth century before his demise?”Michael tilted his head in speech, his eyes scouting through the signature panel and twenty unique digit numbers embossed on the front of the card.“Sweet Heavens. It's really real!?” His heart sung those words.The Diamond-Grealish limitless card represents the pinnacle of exclusivity, affluence and honour.It offers its holder a treasure trove of luxurious perks and privileges, along with invitations to elite events and unique experiences. Few of the household staff who at first didn't grasp what the gift was, popped their eyes in bewilderment at Michael's words.“Wow? A limitless credit card?” they continually mouthed in an indistinct tone.Sheraton couldn't walk in swiftness as thoughts clouded her mind on how, in heaven's name, the

***“My boy, please guide me on the stairs,” the somewhat tipsy Lord Eric uttered while staggering.Michael held his waist tight and did as he requested.From the Great Lord's disposition, it seemed like he hadn't had more than four shots of scotch in a long while.Michael managed to sip just two shots; his mind was engrossed in what the Great Lord would soon disclose to him.“Goodnight Great Lord! Goodnight Young Lord!” The elated household voiced out in almost unison.Miss Sheraton left the mini party about thirty minutes ago; she observed Michael seemed not to be in much of a mood for petty conversations, and asking him how he knew Stephanie would be wrong timing.“And here we go, please hold your feet strong while we head inside,” he whispered to the Great Lord, his breath gasping in anticipation.Eric managed to ambled towards the window and intentionally stared through it, his feet firm just like he was advised.Michael in the slightest moments, wondered why he chose to stand be