Kendrick sat across from Peterson, his pulse hammering in his ears. The room around them was suffocating in its stillness, as if the very walls were holding their breath. The only sounds were the slow ticking of a clock in the corner of the mansion’s ageing air conditioning system.Peterson didn’t speak immediately, his fingers steepled in front of him as though he were trying to decide how to approach the conversation. Kendrick stared at him, trying to read the man he had known for so long the man who had once been his father in name only. Cold, calculating, always distant. The years of silence between them had been a relief, yet here they were again, face to face, about to untangle a past Kendrick wasn’t sure he was ready to confront.“You wanted to talk,” Kendrick said finally, breaking the silence. His voice came out sharper than he intended, the edge of impatience creeping into his tone. “What is it, Dad? What’s so important that you couldn’t just tell me over the phone?”Peterso
It was the dawn of a new day for Texas, Kendrick stared out of the tinted windows of the private jet, the vast stretch of the Midwest passing below him in a patchwork of browns and greens, interrupted by the occasional flash of a glistening river.Beside him, Bridget scrolled through her phone, her focus never straying from the numbers and notes flashing on the screen. Kendrick had always trusted her instinct regarding business, but today, it was something more. Today, she was here as his anchor, helping him adjust to the new reality he'd been thrust into, a reality where every move felt like it would showcase some long-held history.After the meeting with Peterson, his father, he had made the decision, he needed to leave his city, to step into another world, another market where his presence could go unnoticed for a time, but where his influence could still be felt. He wasn’t sure what his father’s revelation meant for him, for his future, but he needed to rebuild. Maybe not just his
He leaned back in his chair, the buzz of the meeting room settling into a hum as the businessmen slowly filed out. Bridget remained at his side, her expression unreadable but her eyes gleaming with a kind of quiet approval. He could feel the weight of what he had just committed to the millions of dollars, the promises of scholarships, job programs, infrastructure improvements but more than that, he could feel the shift in how they saw him. It wasn’t just about the money, not anymore. It was about something deeper, something real.“That went better than I expected,” Bridget said after a moment, her voice calm and composed. She was always a strategist, a tactician never one to get emotionally involved. But even she couldn’t hide the flicker of admiration in her eyes. “You made them believe.”Kendrick shrugged, his mind already moving ahead. The meeting had gone exactly how he had envisioned it smooth, assertive, no room for doubt. But now that the ball was rolling, he had no intention o
Kendrick didn’t sleep that night. The energy from the gala, the speeches, the promises it was all still thrumming in his chest. He had seen it in their eyes, the shift. It wasn’t just about the money anymore; it was about the idea, the vision he had sparked in their minds. But as the night unfolded into early morning, he realized that what he had started was only the beginning. The real work, the grind, the sweat, was yet to come.***********The next morning, Kendrick sat at his desk in the gleaming glass-and-steel office that had been hastily arranged for him. The sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the sleek wooden surface. Bridget was already there, her posture as composed as ever, a cup of coffee in hand. She had always been the steady one between them—methodical, precise, the mastermind behind the scenes. But Kendrick knew, deep down, that her approval was something he couldn’t take for granted. She didn’t give it easily.“Last night went
It had been a month since Kendrick and Bridget first began their campaign to reshape the city’s future. Meetings were turning into coalitions, promises into commitments, and money into infrastructure. But with every success, a new challenge emerged. A new villain. And some of the most dangerous ones, Kendrick had learned, didn’t wear suits. It was a Friday morning when Kendrick first encountered one of these figures face-to-face. He had just stepped out of a meeting with the city’s school board, discussing the launch of a new scholarship program aimed at refugees. The initiative was a critical step in providing the next generation with the tools to succeed, but as Kendrick left the building, his phone buzzed with a message from Bridget.“Meet me at the office. We need to talk.”Kendrick’s brow furrowed. Bridget never asked for his presence without reason. It wasn’t like her to sound anything but confident, but this message felt different. He made his way to the office, a knot forming
. . . The evening rays shone brightly on the Edgewood mansions of the Roger's family, casting its beaming lights into the majestic halls and pillars, revealing the activities of the day. What caught my attention at most was the exquisite decorations and patterning of flowers and ribbons around the rounded pillars, gracing the environs with colour and skill. This particular day was no ordinary, as it was the Roger's annual dinner celebration marking the achievements of their conglomerates as well as Katherine Rogers 70th birthday. Inside the decorated mansion, the dining hall seemed to come alive as dignitaries from far and near graced the occasion, filling the hall with majestic royalties and exonerated laughter. Katherine Rogers, a woman of no mean reputation, found herself in the midst of her adoring children and grandchildren, who graced the day with a spark of beauty and elegance as they bestowed upon her their luxurious gifts. As the culture of the Roger's family has
Two years ago, an old man who knew well of Kendrick's true identity and the situation that surrounded his background took him into the house so he wouldn't perambulate around the street, he had also made his beautiful step-daughter get married to him. Ofcourse, Kendrick has been one of the very reasons why the Roger's family business is blooming until today, unknown to the average family who is surprised by the decision of the old man, and no one dares to challenge that decision because he is way too sick. To make it worse, shortly after the marriage he died, keeping every family member in deep ignorance of his real reasons for bringing Kendrick home. Thus, like a battered rag, the family sees this to be a perfect opportunity to subdue him to servitude. Kendrick was eventually turned into a live-in-son-in-law, good only for the serving, and made a house help for the whole family. To escalate, it all, Despite Kendrick's reports to Kathrine Rogers, she has never taken any actio
Louis hastily pulled down her skirt, and pulled up her panties, as she sighed loudly, her eyes fixed at Kendrick for some minutes. "What the f*CK!!, Who the hell is this, babe?" The tall man who happened to be a rich fellow, an heir to Da Thrones Nation of Millionaires yelled at Louis, as he fumed bitterly trying to buckle his belts. "He is… it's no one babe, … I can explain…" Louis stammered as she was caught red-handed, clinging to Alexander Bones who wanted to storm out of the room angrily. "Explain what? I want to hear your explanations!! What do you have to say?" Kendrick yelled as he breathed heavily. His world felt empty that very moment. His eyes thickened with urgency as he stared at her, but then Louis shocked him the more. "Shut your traps and never say another word, How many times have I asked you to sign the fucking divorce papers and yet you refuse?" She screamed at him, her words landed on Kendrick's heart, shattering it into many pieces. His f