Armand stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his simple yet elegant outfit - a white dress shirt and black trousers.He looked at himself once more, ensuring every detail was okay. Satisfied, he gave himself a nod of approval.He headed out of his room, walked to the garage, and got into his sleek black car. The engine purred to life as he started the ignition. With a smooth motion, he backed out of the garage and drove off into the evening, ready for his date with Carla.Armand arrived at the location Carla sent him. He parked his car and stepped out, gazing around at the modern architecture and lush greenery. He was impressed by the ample parking space, a rarity in this bustling area.As he continued to admire the exterior, a voice pierced the air, screaming his name. "Armand!" He turned towards the sound, his eyes scanning the direction it came from. That's when he sees Carla waving enthusiastically at him from across the parking lot.He started walking towards her. As he appro
Armand's expression turned from calm to shock, his eyes widening in fear as his tattoo glowed brighter. His mind raced with questions: "How is this possible? The tattoo is only visible to me, a sign of my time travel. Does the god of time want me to complete my mission now? Has the boy also been sent back in time? How do I explain this to Carla? She's never seen it before and isn't supposed to know about my true identity?"His thoughts swirled in chaos, Armand's eyes darting between the boy and Carla, unsure of what to do next. The boy's excitement and Carla's confusion only added to his anxiety. He knew he had to keep his time travel a secret, but the glowing tattoo threatened to expose him.With a deep breath, Armand tried to compose himself, his voice steady as he asked the boy, “Can you see something in my arm?" The boy nodded yes.Armand's mind started racing ahead, searching for a way to conceal the truth and complete his mission without revealing his true identity.Summoning
Carla walked up to Armand, a sly grin spreading across her face as she pulled out a scarf from her pocket. "What's that?" Armand asked, his curiosity piqued."A blindfold," Carla replied, her eyes gleaming with mischief.Armand's eyes narrowed, "Who's it meant for?"Carla let out a throaty laugh, "You, of course! What a silly question!"Armand vehemently rejected the idea, "No way, Carla. I am not going to let you blindfold me."But Carla persisted, her persuasion wearing down Armand's resistance. Finally, he relented, and Carla eagerly tied the blindfold around his eyes.She took his hand, leading him through the darkness. Armand stumbled, his senses disoriented, as Carla guided him up a staircase. The steps creaked beneath their feet, and Armand's anxiety grew with each step.At the top of the stairs, Carla removed the blindfold.Carla screamed, "Tada!" her voice echoing through the rooftop terrace. Armand rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the sudden light after being blindfolded. As h
Armand asked, "The meaning of what?" As he turned around to calmly face Mr. Peters. He stood tall, his eyes locked onto Mr. Peters, his expression serene.Mr. Peters' face was red with rage, his eyes bulging, and his veins visible beneath his skin. His body was tense, his fists clenched, and his jaw clenched. He looked like he was about to explode.Just then, Daniel hurried into the office and greeted Armand, "Good morning, Sir!"Mr. Peter repeated his question, his voice rising in anger, "What is the meaning of this?!"Armand feigned confusion, "What are you talking about, Mr. Peter?"Mr. Peters condescendingly pointed at Daniel, "Him! You've appointed him as my assistant?!"A fake look of realization dawned on Armand's face, "Oh. Well, I have appointed Daniel to serve as your assistant, the same way you were assistant general manager to Aaron."Armand's tone was calm and matter-of-fact, but his eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief, as if he knew he was stirring up a hornet's nest.M
Lily laughed and said, "My bad." She then proceeded to explain, "Rose is my co-worker.”A look of understanding dawned on Armand's face. He nodded and then asked, "And what decision did she make that I supposedly supported?"Lily continued, "Well, Rose was nervous about telling her family and friends that she's having a baby out of wedlock, but I told her that you said it was okay as long as they're in love. And she really appreciated your support."Armand's eyes widened, and he said, "Oooh." He looked amused and slightly embarrassed, realizing that he had inadvertently become a part of someone else's personal conversation.Lily asked Armand, "Do you want your coffee the same as last time?"Armand nodded, "Yes, please."Lily got to work preparing his coffee, and as she brought out a cup, she said, "You know, Mr. Armstrong, I think you need a P.A."Armand's expression turned confused, "What for?"Lily shrugged her shoulders, "So you wouldn't have to come down and get your coffee yourse
Armand asked Lily, "Hey, Lily, would you like to work with Sophia?"Lily's expression turned contemplative, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considered the question.She turned to Sophia and asked, "Okay, let's see how much you know about coffee. What's the difference between a latte and a cappuccino?"Sophia replied confidently, "A latte has a higher milk-to-coffee ratio, with a thin layer of foam on top. A cappuccino has a stronger coffee flavour, with a thicker layer of foam and a sprinkle of cinnamon or cocoa powder."Lily's eyes lit up, impressed. "That's correct! What about a macchiato?"Sophia smiled. "A macchiato is a shot of espresso 'marked' with a small amount of milk."Lily nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Okay, let's move on to customer service. How would you handle a happy customer?"Sophia replied, "I'd smile, thank them for their business, and ask if they need anything else. I'd also try to engage them in conversation to build a rapport."Lily asked, "What about a
Armand thanked Mr. Linton for the recommendation, and they walked outside Armand's office, where Vanessa was already standing.Mr. Linton's face lit up with a warm smile as he approached Vanessa. "Ah, Vanessa! Thank you once again for responding promptly when I called."Vanessa blushed, looking pleased. “You're welcome, Mr. Linton."Turning to Armand, Mr. Linton began to sing Vanessa's praises, "I've worked with her for a while, and I must say, she's one of the most efficient and dedicated professionals I've ever met. You're lucky to have her on your team, Armand."Vanessa smiled, looking grateful. "Thank you, Mr. Linton.”Turning to Armand, she said, “Mr. Linton was the one who helped me get this job at the Armstrong empire. I'll always be grateful for that."Mr. Linton turned to Armand, his expression serious. "Treat her well, Armand. She's an invaluable person, and you don't want to lose her."Armand nodded, smiling. "Trust me, Mr. Linton, I know."Mr. Linton nodded, seeming to acc
The lady opened the door, and they walked into the gym, a sleek and modern space that exuded a sense of luxury and wellness. The interior was tastefully designed, with gleaming hardwood floors, mirrored walls, and state-of-the-art equipment that seemed to gleam in the soft lighting. The air was fresh and clean, with a hint of citrus and a subtle scent of essential oils.As they entered, Armand took in the environment, taking in the rows of high-end treadmills, ellipticals, and weight machines. The gym was bustling with activity, yet it didn't feel crowded or overwhelming. Instead, it seemed like a serene oasis, where people came to focus on their health and fitness.The lady led him through the main floor, pointing out various amenities. They passed by a juice bar, where a friendly attendant offered them a refreshing drink. As they walked, the lady smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Welcome to Elite Fitness, Mr. I think you'll find that this is a special place."Arman
"Vincent Askellan?" Armand yelled.They were sitting inside Armand's car in the parking lot at D'premium branch.Aaron had arrived at work earlier than normal and he had called Vanessa and Armand to fill them in as usual."I can't believe it! Vanessa exclaimed."It all makes sense now." Armand mused. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place. His brows furrowed, and a slow, subtle grin tugged at the corners of his lips. It was the expression of revelation, a mix of surprise and understanding, etched across his face like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness."You know what? Things just got better." Armand said after a while."Everything ends today." Vanessa said."Everything ends today." Armand repeated in a lower tone."Here," Vanessa said, handing over the bag which contained the remaining two wristwatches to Aaron. "Take it to them and let them lead you to Vincent, text us the address immediately you can, okay?"
"Aaron, that suggestion of yours in the meeting was brilliant," Alan commended when they got to where Aaron, Kelly and Sam were standing.Sam concurred by nodding appreciatively and Winner chimed in with praises for Aaron.Alan then said, "Well, I must say, our suggestions were good too. Mr Black just needs to think outside of the box to see it," a hint of mischief in his eyes.Ben was able to stifle his laugh when he heard that statement, Kelly on the other hand couldn't help the smirk that formed on her face. Curiosity flickered in Alan's gaze as he turned to Kelly. "Got something to add?" he inquired. Kelly, however, simply brushed off the question, choosing to ignore him.Sensing a hint of tension, Ben interjected with a diplomatic suggestion. "How about we all put our creative minds together over lunch? We can continue brainstorming in a more relaxed setting.""Great idea." Kelly said, walking away with the others behind her.…When they entered the cafeteria, Kelly opte
Aaron strolled into the company. He was just about to enter his work area when he was stopped by Mr Black."Good morning Sir." Aaron said. However, he got no response."I completed Janet's task yesterday. You can go and confirm if you'd like. Also, I know the incident yesterday must have painted me in a bad light, but I want to assure you, that is not who I am. It was an accident, I am not clumsy and what happened yesterday will never repeat itself again."Mr Black just kept on staring at him, so he asked "Can I go now?" He didn't feel comfortable under the manager's intense scrutinizing gaze."Aaron, what are you really doing here?" Mr Black finally asked."I beg your pardon?" Aaron replied."I said, what are you really doing here?" The manager asked again.Aaron's palms grew clammy as his manager's piercing gaze bore into him. The air seemed to thicken as he fumbled for words, anxiety tightening his throat. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, betraying the composed facade
Aaron was tired. He never knew packaging wristwatches could be that stressful.Aaron's eyes, which had been vibrant and full of life just that morning, now held the heavy burden of exhaustion. Deep, dark circles etched beneath them, telling a tale of his need to sleep and his restlessness. Shoulders slouched, as if carrying the weight of the world, Aaron moved with a sluggish rhythm, each step echoing the struggle against the invisible forces pulling him down.He was thirsty and decided to get water. And coffee as well, to help him stay awake for the remaining one hour before his closing time for the day.He had gotten his drinks and was on his way back when the least thing he was expecting happened.His mind was consumed by the need to finish his packaging before closing hours, he rounded a corner only to collide with a lady adorned with vibrant red hair who had been walking too fast. The collision unfolded in an unfortunate symphony of mishap. The contents in Aaron's hands,
Aaron and Gloz walked silently behind the officer. Aaron was calm because he knew who the visitor was. On the other hand, Gloz felt confused. Who would want to visit him here? It could not be his siblings, could it? He asked internally, but quickly dismissed that thought. He didn't want to get his hopes high.Just as they arrived at the door of the visitor's room, the officer who was leading them, Officer Daniels gestured for Aaron and Gloz to go in. The heavy metallic clang of the cell door echoed behind them as they entered the small room. Gloz's eyes darted nervously, taking in the cold atmosphere."Alright, Gloz, you've got 15 minutes with your visitor. Make it count," Officer Daniels said, his tone gruff but not unkind. He shot a stern glance at Gloz, who stood by, a silent spectator to the scene.Aaron nodded with gratitude in his eyes. Gloz shifted uncomfortably, aware of the limited time allowed for this interaction with his yet to be seen visitor."Remember, Gloz, Keep it
"But how do we connect it to him?" Mrs. Armstrong asked."I don't know yet, but we'll figure it out." Armand answered."What about the press?" Vanessa inquired."The press?" Armand asked."Yes," she began tentatively, "how do you plan to deal with the press?"Armand looked up, his gaze meeting Vanessa's concerned eyes. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and clasped his hands together. "Vanessa, I've been careful about who knows the truth. As of now, only my mother, the attending doctors, the police and I are aware that my father has been shot.""You've notified the police?" Vanessa asked."Yes, I did that not long after we got here." Armand answered.Vanessa nodded, still anxious. "But what if someone from the hospital talks? These situations have a way of leaking, Armand."Armand's voice grew more confident. "I've spoken with the doctors and the hospital staff. They're bound by strict confidentiality. They won't disclose anything to anybody, especially not to the press.
Mrs. Armstrong stepped gracefully into the living room dressed in a floor length navy blue evening dress with delicate lace embroidery exuded a refined charm. The off-shoulder neckline added a touch of sophistication, while the subtle train trailed behind her, leaving a trail of whispered admiration in her wake. Completing the ensemble, she wore a pair of diamond drop earrings that caught the light with every step, enhancing her regal appearance.Beside her stood Mr. Armstrong. He wore a tailored black tuxedo that fit him like a glove. A white dress shirt with a black bowtie provided a striking contrast, while his patent leather shoes gleamed beneath the dance floor's shimmering lights. The glint of his cufflinks matched the twinkle in his eyes.Armand chose a modern yet timeless look, donning a charcoal gray three piece suit that showcased elegance. The suit jacket, slightly tailored, complemented his build, while the crisp white dress shirt underneath emphasized his attention to d
Armand raised his head and followed Vanessa's gaze to the gate of the beach house. A swarm of reporters had gathered, each one armed with cameras and microphones, jostling for position to capture the unfolding scene. They were like a pack of hungry wolves waiting for their prey.Vanessa turned to Armand, her expression a mix of frustration and exasperation. "Can you believe this? We can't even get a moment of peace here!"Armand sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "I see them. We'll have to deal with it somehow."Vanessa urged Armand to just drive in and ignore the reporters, but he shook his head. "If I do that, they might press themselves into the car, and someone could get hurt."A determined look crossed Armand's face as he made up his mind. "I'll grant them an interview. That might satisfy their curiosity and get them to back off."As they approached the gate, Armand rolled down the window, and a cacophony of questions and camera clicks greeted them. He plas
"I'm fine." King replied, grinning widely.He stood in front of the car, his body swaying slightly from side to side as if caught in an invisible breeze. His shoulders twitched with energy. His legs shifted back and forth, as if his excitement couldn't be contained within his frame. King's facial expressions danced between euphoria and bewilderment, his eyebrows arching up and down rapidly. "Are you sure about that?" Armand asked, looking skeptical."One hundred percent,"King answered."What's with the outfit?" Vanessa inquired, looking at King from his head to his toe.King was dressed in a meticulously tailored suit that exuded an air of sophistication. It was a deep shade of charcoal gray. His shoes were obviously crafted from one of the finest leather, and was a testament to his attention to detail."I went to the company where I had gone for an interview last week." King said."What did they say? Did you get the job?" Armand asked."I did!" King exclaimed."Congra