Five days have passed after Michael Scofield's shock-gripping appointment and he deliberately hadn't held an official meeting till twelve hours ago when a memo was strategically distributed to different departmental heads.All staff had several complex questions about the new COO and why he didn't opt for a staff/management meeting within two days of his appointment which was more like a norm in enterprises.He took it upon himself not to go the route of his predecessors but to keep an open eye in observing the staff a few days more to deduce those who should be permanently relieved of duties.“We are converging at the third floor Oyster Gold Hall for the staff and management by 10 AM. Don't be late.”The various departmental heads passed the reminder message across as they handpicked some junior staff members who would be present while others stayed behind to ensure the company's work was in good shape.The memo didn't inform the specific hall for the meeting which was also a deliber

Michael's face was graced with a beam— he didn't expect anything less from the distinguished winemaker herself from making such useful inquiries.“Good question— One of the narrowed selections is Ernest Great, the Production Manager of Oceanic Life Wines, Singapore.”The remaining management personnel nodded thoughtfully while Oprah and Sheraton mouthed further:“I have heard good stuff about him and the work he's doing over there. Would be great to have him as one of the mega judges.”“Ernest is just perfect! He had participated as a two-time judge in the Champagne Lovers Edition and was nothing short of impeccable. An outstanding selection Sir!”Others may not know who the aforementioned subject was but had a receptive demeanor on what the new COO was planning.“Thank you for your time, and don't forget what we discussed earlier. We'll reconvene in a couple of days.”They charmed him with beautiful smiles before making it to the door, but one of the personnel strategically stayed ba

Questions upon questions plunged into everyone's hearts as they beheld the outcome of the rescue adventure.All Michael knew was a firm inward voice continually assuring him to give it a firm shot, and he believed— the same voice asked him to start with his right leg and left arm, and he completely obeyed.“My God!!! My only daughter! Sir, please save her for me!”The mother who had hurriedly alighted from the cab after being informed through an urgent call about her rented apartment being a grave victim to a fire outbreak.Uncontrollable tears enmeshed her eyes; beside her was her nine-year-old boy in his school uniform, uncontrollably shuddering non-stop at the sight of his helpless little sister.The seven-year-old girl would have gone to school that fateful day but had been sick for almost a week and just recently recovered. “Please Sir, don't let my little sister die!!!”The little boy cried out— a surge of emotions swam through everyone's veins including the earlier discourager

He narrowed his eyes to grasp who the strange personnel could be and what he meant by those puzzled words. He drew a deep exhalation and decided to decode whoever it was without fear or uncertainty. He vehemently alighted from the car with his fists knitted in case the hoodie-dressed personnel tried anything violent against him. He might not be a Martial Lord as they earlier played Marshall to believe, but he’d certainly defend himself anytime, no matter the odds. “Who are you!?” This time around his voice was somewhat authoritative, not giving in to weakness. In response, the unknown figure bashed into a ceremonial laughter that lasted for almost ten seconds before patting Michael's shoulder accompanied by a firm nod. Instantly, he induced his initiative ability in action and didn't necessarily perceive the hoodie-clothed personnel as a threat and the laughter didn't ooze disrespect. “I am not surprised. Didn't expect anything less from the bold soul that you are.” “We

Michael was so instantly hooked by the profound words of the old healer that he glued his eyes to everything happening within.He stared around the living room and noticed the edifice was well-decorated with combat equipment, plants, and herbs in the most pleasing way one could imagine.The ambiance felt peaceful, he breathed a couple of times to relax his thoughts and let fate begin what it started.He vehemently took five steps towards the old healer with his two hands on his shoulder before he expressed further.“I’m ready! I've waited a long time to uncover deep answers about my true identity, and I believe our meeting would have occurred one way or the other.”The old healer unleashed a short beam and wiggled his brow at his grandson, who came forth and held his hand in fortification about what was about to be done.“Follow our tracks, bold soul; we must show you something before we officially commence.”Without a doubt, he loved the suspenseful adventure and had all the time in