As the customized Bugatti Chiron came to a stop, Evelyn's eyes widened in awe. "Oh my goodness, that's an exquisite ride you have there!" she exclaimed, her gaze fixed on the car's shimmering body. She sauntered closer, her heels clicking on the pavement, to inspect the vehicle more intimately. She strolled closer to the man that accompanied the car, and said, "Tell me more about this ride." The man beamed with pride as Evelyn approached. "Yes, ma'am, this is a one-of-a-kind Bugatti Chiron, valued at a staggering $5 million," he said, gesturing to the door. "You'll notice it features multi-layered bullet-resistant glass and a reinforced body." Kendrick smiled graciously, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. "Impressive," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "And what about its performance?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. The man smiled. "Sir, this beauty can reach a top speed of 304 mph, with a mixed fuel consumption of 22.5 L/100 km, or 12.55 mpg imperial and 10.45
Evelyn had rushed to post the pictures on her Quidchat page and tagged him on it, that wasn't the bitter part of it. To make it worse, she attached a dismal writing to it; "AND I DECIDED TO BUY A GIFT FOR MY POOR LITTLE BROTHER". "I mean what would that mean?" Kendrick asked as he approached her, but then she laughed hysterically. Kendrick's face contorted when he swiped up and read through the comments, annoyance got the better half of him when he saw her friends making jest of him. His eyes narrowed after reading them. He raised his face gently, his eyes flushed with anger, he couldn't imagine what had made her do a thing like that, so he asked again. "Why did you get to the extent of doing this, Evelyn?" His heart heaving, but his voice low and calm. But again, she stood up from her seat, the sound of her laughter filling the room. "What exactly are you angry about? ….Are you already feeling ashamed that I called you my poor brother? Won't it be worse after the family's ge
"How do you expect me to do that for you Stelcy?... I mean, what made you post a thing like that to the Internet in the first place?" Kendrick asked, but Evelyn couldn't say a thing, she stammered as she tried to explain."I.. I didn't do." she stuttered, but her words trailed off when she saw a notification pop up on her screen. She swiped through and her eyes widened instantly. "Your account has been temporarily suspendedWe've determined that your account has violated our community guidelines or terms of service. We're committed to keeping Instagram a safe and supportive community, and we take these violations seriously…""What is this?..!! Her eyes widened in horror as she yelled, then she stood up and rushed out of his room. she could feel her heart pounding harder, after building her followers for a lifetime? It was suspended and all her followers almost gone in minutes? She muttered to herself as she went down the stairs, her feet slamming on
"That's too long a duration for it, I mean… what did I really do to deserve that? … Are you saying that I don't have the right to post anything I feel like? Evelyn sulked."You didn't just post anything, Eve, that was a derogatory remark, to label the only one heir to our father's group of companies.. " a poor man" is enough to delete your account." Her younger sister replied coldly."Who cares about that? Afterall, I received a message from Stelcy yesterday and she informed me that all our uncles were in town, and that they're ready for the meeting… wouldn't be still end up a poor man?" She snarled. Kendrick raised his eyes slowly, and lowered it again, he didn't say a word, she was getting on his nerves and she knew it. He reached to the silver tray and picked a bunch of sweetened grapes, and threw bits of it into his mouth."You can't just start to decide his fate Eve, you should know that. How certain are you that he did all of that?" The younger sister asked again. Evel
Kendrick remained a calm and silent demigod to his sisters and uncles until the day to the meeting. He didn't have an etch of worries on his face because he knew the weight of load he carried on his shoulders, ensuring he was able to prove them wrong by Wednesday. It was like balancing a sack of gravel on his head every day at home and not being allowed to steady it with his hands. He still saw Evelyn's cold words and his father's disapproving gestures strung together with the pressure from the top politicians who tried to push him out of the way. He has met Sophia on several occasions, yet she acted good in his presence but later changed when he called her back at home. And, after every meeting with some board of workers, in the companies he bought for a whopping 50 billion dollars. The group will have to call him for the reshoveling of workers. One of the companies, the Top Bloom Corners, a strong cement production factory, had merged with the oil and gas company under
Wednesday morning arrived like time was shortened. Kendrick had ensured he went to bed early enough if that would be his last day of sleeping in the Peterson's mansion. He woke up to the chiming ring of his phone, a notification popped up on the screen. He picked up the phone and inspected the screen carefully, "today would either mar or make you bigger." It was his reminder so he jumped out of bed, and hurried to the window, his eyes observing the outer part of the Peterson's mansion. It was no ordinary day, so the flowers were trimmed, the compound was decorated like it was Christmas Eve, yet all that lingered in his mind wasn't about the test, it was about his mother, they would also decide on when to lay her to rest. So he knew there was a lot to do today. He quickly turned into the bathroom, and in some minutes, he emerged with a bright smile. He opened the door to the wardrobe and brought out a blue tuxedo suit, it looked flashy and neat, he had ordered it for today's m
Mr. Peterson continued, "May that same history vindicate the just amongst us." A loud clap of hands errupted in the hall, as he invited Stelcy up the podium to narrate to them what had transpired that fateful night. Stelcy stood up with a bold and calculated step, her white gown clung to her body, she looked beautiful and calm, but her heart heaved gently. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I stand on the existing protocol…" her tone was calm, her words flowed gracefully through the air as she explained. The most shocking part of it was when she mentioned that she was manhandled by Kendrick.Everyone's eyes turned in search of where he was sitting, he lowered his eyes, inspecting his wrist watch, the room was cold, and the air made him froze."Dr. Astrid should be here… but why has she not arrived, too? He muttered to himself as he sat. His eyes turned slowly, his sisters were looking at him, their gaze fixed coldly. The doors were heavily guarded, officers in different uniforms
Maradona stood up, his hands tumbling in the air, "Please, don't waste our time… can you go up there and prove your points!" He exclaimed. Immediately, he said that, silence clung in the air. Kendrick turned to Florence. She stepped out with poise. But as she reached the center of the hall, an awestruck expression settled on everyone's face, their lips dropped. "Here's a more complete team." She said as she gestured at Dr. Astrid Thompson. She was present, but then she also was waiting for the right moment. She pulled her glasses, it clung lazily on her nose, and when she stepped out, silence struck Maradona, his eyes widened. Another man walking closely behind, Dr. Ben Martins? He asked himself. Who on earth would question a team as complete as that? A team with a one-time chief medical officer, A two-term, National Chairman of the Sexual Assault Examination Board? A learned lawyer flanked by several other medical offices? It left a lot of unanswered questions in th