¬ Dear Jamal, ¬[~ You are specially invited to my 40th birthday party~][~ holding tomorrow the 5th of July.~]He returned home and read the invitation card over and over again. He tried to ascertain the kind of connection he had with her that she would be inviting him to her birthday party. The last time he checked, they used him and fired him from his father’s company.“I just have to go and show them that I’m still living comfortably with or without their money.” He muttered to himself.The following morning, he visited the mall to get something to wear. It was his stepmother’s birthday and he knew how ridiculous they can be if ever he wore rage. To them, an outfit worth $1,000 is rag but to him, he just had to look good.“What’s going on.” He lowered his face as he strolled into the mall. Unfamiliar people kept on waving at him and greeting him with a smile, it was an unusual scene and got him scared for a bit.“What’s - -” He wanted to ask the mall attendant when he peeped throu
“Excuse me, please. I’m here for Mr. Jamal.” Someone asked the nurse behind the counter impatiently as she quickly flipped through the register.“What exactly happened to him?” Dennis asked Martins and Madam Felicia seriously, forgetting the fact that they were his masters.“And what does that have to do with us?” Madam Felicia hissed, rolling her eyes away.Madam Felicia and her sons including Madam Theresa and her sons were patiently waiting for news from the doctor about Jamal’s condition.Dennis exhaled heavily and paced a bit.“What do you mean by this incident has nothing to do with you?” Dennis fired courteously after a brief pause. “I mean, it was your birthday.” Dennis reminded her.“It’s her birthday doesn’t mean she controls all actions. Who knows if he ate something bad or someone poisoned him?” Martins curled his lips, looking away.Dennis couldn’t bring himself to believe what they were saying.“Poison?” Dennis smirked, he knew what they were doing and the kind of game t
Nathan stepped out of Jamal’s hospital room with a huge smile on his face, Jamal had shared some secrets with his stepbrother and also some ideas that would definitely elevate him from his current position in the company.Nathan punched his hand in the air, dancing happily and some doctors and nurses that saw him wondered if he was sane. Soon, his phone started ringing, he picked up the call immediately after he saw the caller ID.“Yes, mom,” Nathan spoke first.“How was it?” His mother asked anxiously.“Fine. He accepted me as his brother and also agreed to work with me to bring Madam Felicia down.” He explained rashly to his mother over the phone and she fumed in excitement.“Good job son. Just make sure to listen to him, that boy is the reincarnation of your father. Be his lackey for now.” His mother urged him over the phone.“I don’t care to know what you mean, Mom but he is my brother and I will make sure we bring down our sole enemy.” He continued making his call as he went into
Because of his experience and knowledge, Jamal was appointed to follow other seniors of C-Gaming to recruit fresh talented breeds into the firm. He was in the auditing room, scanning and interviewing applicants strictly. “Sir, how about $100,000?” Some applicants boldly tried to bribe him but he refused curtly.He sighed heavily since he had not been able to employ a single person. All the applicants were coming for flimsy reasons and had 30% idea and knowledge about technology which didn’t pique his interest.“Food, handsome men, salary, bribery.” Those were the reasons some of his applicants gave him and he sent them out notwithstanding.“Next!” He drank his bottle of water and attempted to pick up the list on the table when he saw a familiar name and quickly looked up.“What?” He sneered in shock and disbelief. He looked at the lady standing before him and back at the passport on the applicant’s resume.“It’s me, you don’t have to look excessively before you go blind.” Audrey hiss
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