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
“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