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
“Wait, don’t tell me you didn’t sleep all night.” Melanie entered the guest room Jamal was occupying after knocking, she placed the hot cup of coffee on the table.“I was super busy and currently the same right now.” He quickly drank the coffee and gasped. “Ouch! It’s hot!” He groaned.“Sorry, I didn’t tell you. It’s hot.” She apologized immediately.“Thanks.” He diverted his attention back to the laptop.“What’s the new project? I have no idea about this.” She said, trying to understand the codes displaying on his screen.“I’m creating a new application. This is more like a dating app, but aside from that, one can also order food or meet up in the application. I want to make it look a little bit familiar with chatting application but easy to be used.” He explained rashly.“Wow, that’s nice!” Her eyes glittered in astonishment.“Did my father give you this project? He is becoming productive these days.” She nodded her head approvingly.“No, it’s not your father neither is it for the c
"This is ridiculous!" Mr. Alcantara faced him. "Will you explain what this nonsense is all about?!" Mr. Alcantara screamed in his face."Sir, believe me, it's not what you think." He said, defending himself."Is not what I think? Then, am I blind or is the media wrong?" Mr. Alcantara questioned him curtly, forgetting the fact that he was important to him and his close subordinate."Some days ago, Melanie was closing late from work and I volunteered to drive her home. When we arrived, it was late and she requested that I spend the night at her place and leave the next morning." He paused. "You know how Melanie can be sometimes, she insisted and I agreed to stay. Nothing happened between us the whole night as I was busy creating my new application. The next morning, I left without having breakfast or anything." He sighed, sadly concluding his explanation. "You can ask Melanie, she can testify that I'm innocent." He added."Then, why is it all over the internet? I don't believe you!" Mr.
"You know I don't love you, right?" He raised a brow. There was a long silence between them."I know but we have to convince my father first." She exhaled deeply."Then, let's do it. I will no longer stay here anyways, if he can claim his mansion immediately, then I have to leave because it's not mine." He informed her shortly."Do you really have to leave? Where will you stay?" She asked, looking anxious."That's none of your business, just tell your father that we are dating." He squeezed out a smile, picked up his bag, and strolled out of the mansion. Melanie watched him without a word."Ma'am, should we continue with your ur father's task?" One of the men questioned her courteously."Wasn't that what you were doing?" She hissed and stormed out of the mansion.On the street, Jamal took out his phone and dialed a number. A contact he hasn't called for almost a month and counting. After two rings, the person picked."Hello, young master," Dennis spoke first, his voice filled with cour
"I will be participating in the chairman election," Jamal said seriously, staring at the board of directors courageously.It's been a week since his mess on media has been cleared, and people are slowly forgetting about his "fake" action."Do you think you are eligible?" Madam Felicia fired. She was part of the important boards in the company and has over 50% shares."When you say eligible, what do you mean?" He paused. "If I can make C-Gaming Group grow in just a week, what do you think would become of mine?" He raised a brow and some of the boards started nodding their heads approvingly."But - -" Madam Felicia began but was curtly interrupted."No buts." The acting vice president began. "We all know that Mr. Jamal is eligible for this position. It is only right for him to join the contest, if he wins, then it's his time to rule, else he will step down and become a normal staff." The acting vice president, Leo, explained to everyone."That's true." Everyone nodded but Madam Felicia w
"Doctor, please tell me he is going to be fine!" Melanie cried dolefully as she rolled the bed with the nurses, but none of them responded to her."Please answer me, will he be fine?" She kept on questioning them and receiving silence as a response."Miss, please stay here. He needs to go to the emergency theatre alone." The nurse informed her courteously before joining the others.Melanie signed, banging on the transparent emergency door in anger. Tears streamed from her eyes down to her cheek."Mr. Jamal? Mr. Jamal!" Dennis ran into the scene but the nurses had already gone deeper with Jamal. He sighed heavily, a hand on his waist as he caressed his wrinkled forehead."Do you know him?" Melanie broke the awkward silence between them."What about you?" Dennis raised a brow.A few minutes later after exchanging pleasantries, they consoled each other before sitting on the waiting chair."Fortunately, I was in the area. I called the ambulance immediately after the accident." She informed