As they faced each other, Mr. Alcantara flashed a smile while the waitress served them delicious delicacies and costly wines. The purpose of the outdoor meeting and the reason for treating him to a good meal was still unclear to him. He had yet to receive any hint from Mr. Alcantara.“I will be straight to the point.” Mr. Alcantara broke the nerve-breaking silence.“As always.” He smirked.“Melanie told me everything.” Mr. Alcantara spilled bluntly. One thing Jamal admired about his boss was his straightforwardness, honesty, and boldness. He swallowed hard, already thinking about how to reason to him that wouldn’t hurt him because he didn’t think it was right to love Melanie.“How she confessed to you and you denied access.” Mr. Alcantara teased him, using the engineering terms and he smirked.“I’m sorry if I offended you, sir.” He said.“It’s alright, boy. I really like you for how smart and talented you are. Of course, you are a big gain to me, so I don’t joke with you.” Mr. Alcanta
Jamal walked up to the counter, placing his participant form on the desk.The lady smirked, rolling at him and back at the form."Is there something the problem?" He asked her cryptically."Not on the form but on you, yes." The lady said and he smirked in astonishment. He had never met the lady before thus he wondered where the poor manners were coming from."What do you mean?" He controlled his temper, questioning her seriously."The news is all over, how you stole your stepbrother's idea and also embarrassed yourself at your stepmother's birthday party." She sighed, closing her eyes briefly."Hope you aren't here to contest with someone's idea. So you know, pirated works are not allowed." She bashed curtly."Goodness! Where are your manners?" He shook his head in disbelief. "At least get the real news rather than believing in hearsay. I will never steal anyone's idea!" He informed her seriously."Duh! Good luck though." She grunted.He didn't know if he should exchange words with he
“The winner is Martins Dashiell Jackie-Ville.” The coordinator announced and the crowd roared differently but Martins' team was the happiest.“What? How come.” Some competitors weren’t pleased with the result, they agitated for an explanation.“Everyone made a composite of old apps, using known examples and restoring the main version but as for Martins, he made a different one and surprised everyone by creating a new application.” The coordinator explained meticulously to everyone and they gasped in disbelief.“That’s surreal!” One competitor refused to believe.“Yes, it’s impossible to create an application in just a day. It’s either it has been under creation for long and he used the alt access to restrict it from public, only to control every history from today. That’s possible.” Jamal reminded them.Martins secretly pumped his fist. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He gritted his teeth.“The decision is final, all judges were pleased with his presentation and creation. So
Noah Emerson was known to be a major shareholder with byte-dance. He was also wealthy. Jamal was astonished as to how Noah got his number and wanted to have a meeting with him.He was reluctant on whether to go or not but after a long time of thinking, he decided to meet with Noah Emerson at the place they had agreed to meet even though it was about his budget and style.The bouncer blocked him before he could access the main building.“Who are you?” The bouncer’s eyes rolled all over him and he shrugged.“I’m here for a business meeting.” He said.“I thought you were a delivery guy.” The bouncer grunted.“I’m not. Can I go in now?” He asked.The bouncer gave him a long look before granting him access, and he exhaled deeply.“When will all these stop?” He wondered, entering into the main hall.Noah Emerson waved at him a few minutes when he was in and he walked over to him. The other guests were surprised to see who Noah Emerson’s guest was as he was known to be prestigious. The sight
“[BREAKING NEWS: The ‘thrice rejected, once proven’ technologist and game developer, Jamal Dashiell has proven himself to be a bloodline of the Jackie-Ville by elevating C-Gaming Group with 7 million streams, two days ago and causing a wave in Pixel Gaming Company with 2 million views after 24 hours launching. He is popularly called the “Grandmaster of Technology.]”Madam Felicia angrily pushed the vase beside her, it fell on the floor - making a loud noise in the mansion. Martins, James, and some maids rushed into the living room.“Mum, are you okay?” Martins questioned cautiously, judging by his mother’s face she might hit him if he spoke rashly.“Clean this mess up, fools!” Madam Felicia yelled at the servants, they lowered their heads to the ground as they frantically began to clean the pieces away.“Mum, did some- -” Martins paused as soon as he felt his brother’s touch, he followed James' eyes until they landed on the breaking news. They swallowed hard.“Why are you fools just at
The countdown continued, some contestant lost interest and left the arena, some grumbled and hit their keyboard in agony while others tried to finish the task as fast as they could. Martins looked reluctant and comfortable, like someone who everything had already been prepared, all he needed to do was be present in the contest.Immediately, Jamal raised his hand as proof that he had finished the application and done. He finished with an extra thirty minutes on his side, others grumbled and hesitantly raised their hands.The host and an external judge stepped in to take a look at everyone’s application, everything was live so the result would be made public and viewers also had the right to pick their winners since they watched the entire competition.“Wow.” The external judge gasped as soon as he got to Martins' corner. Other contestants frowned, wondering if he had won again. Martins kept a straight smile.“Can you imagine someone hasn’t been doing anything all this while?” The extern
He shook hands with a businessman who had called him earlier as he sat across from him."I'm honored that you acknowledged my request." The man said and he smirked, shaking his head."No. I'm glad that you are interested in me and want to work with me." He said."I have never seen someone so humble as you are." The man commented."Do I have anything to be proud of?" He said with sarcasm lingering in his voice."Of course, you do. Your talent alone is worth billions of dollars." The man exclaimed."I'm flattered." He said, resting his elbow on the desk."How about we order something before we proceed?" The man suggested and he agreed, after all, he had been hungry since morning but hadn't gotten the chance to eat since every meeting he attended was strictly confidential and needed a lot of attention."So, Mr. Jamal, how did you learn how to be so fast with codes? I mean, no one has ever created an application or software in one day." The man was still in doubt."Let's just say, it's an
“Are you crazy?” A thin loud feminine voice could be heard in the entire receptionist, it was Mia.She shot the janitor a dirty look as she slyly brushed off the stain on her skirt.“At least look where you are going!” She yelled at the woman’s face.“I’m so sorry miss. The truck is too heavy to be controlled by an old lady like me. I’m sorry.” The old-looking woman with grey hair and shrieked skin apologized, handing Mia a dirty-looking rag.“Take this off me! How can I use something as dirty as that to clean my expensive outfit!” She yelled at the woman curtly. “If the truck is too heavy for you, then stop working rather than ruining people's lives here.” She added, sighing heavily.“But I already apologized ma’am.” The woman reminded her.“Can apology dust off my stained skirt?” She rolled her eyes in heavy disgust. “Please, while I’m still cool, get lost!” She cried out angrily, the woman nodded and gave her a long look before leaving with the cleaning truck.“Annoying people ever