A lady stood and moved closer to Brad just as he walked inside.“You must be Brad. You are wanted inside,” she said disrespectfully.Brad regarded her for a moment. “Alright.”The lady waved with pride and walked back to her seat.Brad released a sigh at her attitude before he moved towards the door. He knocked on the door slightly.“Hey! What's happening?” A feminine voice snapped from behind him.Brad looked at the assistant with a look of indignation. “Good morning, ma’am.”“Oh, morning?” She laughed. “I didn't know you were going to come today.”“Well, I did tell the authorities when I applied for this job. Since I was a student, I was allowed to come at a certain time,” he explained.The lady scoffed. “Really? That's why you come to work at your convenience. If this is too much for you, you can as well quit. Why will you come to work as if your father owns it?” She yelled.“Well, I would have resumed earlier if the president of P-Bold hadn't declared a holiday and_”“Oh, spare me
Meanwhile, in Vincenzo's house, there were a lot of his men in the room, standing and awaiting his decision.Vincenzo pushed all the things on his desk away in anger. “Just how? How did he manage to do that? Just how?”The men stepped back and bowed.Vincenzo looked at his men one after the other. “Do I have someone that wishes to answer me? Before I kill everyone?”The men stepped back a bit.Vincenzo mentally hit his head. He groaned inwardly. “It was so easy with his father. Why is the son so stubborn? Besides, how was he able to see through our plans? The idiot was even able to reveal my identity.”“Well, boss,” one of the men started suddenly, with a shaking voice. “I think Tony is the one who told the new president of P-Bold who you really are.”Vincenzo shook his head briefly. “No, he didn't. I pretended as well. He only knew me as Vincenzo and nothing more.”The man stepped back. Vincenzo paused suddenly and closed his eyes for a brief moment. “I'm going to one of my father's
Brad's phone rang suddenly as he stepped out of the elevator.It was Ava. Brad picked it up immediately.“Hello, boss. The head of the operation has just been changed. You are officially the new head of operation and an assistant has been assigned to you. I've sent someone to the Head of the operations office. He will be there any moment from now,” she explained.“Good. I will get back to you later then,” he finished and hung up.He walked back inside.“Why are you still dilly-dally!” The lady from earlier yelled suddenly.Brad released a sigh and moved closer to the lady.The lady looked up at Brad for a while and scoffed. “Really? What are you doing here? I thought you've been fired and you are supposed to leave the vicinity.”Brad regarded her for a moment, didn't talk, and instead started towards the head of the operation’s office.“What!”All the workers’ heads turned towards Brad in amazement. “Hey! Come right back! Where do you think you are going?” The lady yelled in anger.B
“Good, you can leave. You can take the day off.”Mia hesitated briefly and bowed. “Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!”Brad nodded once. “Send someone in so that they can get me on with the office work.”“Alright sir,” Mia responded, stood up and hurried out of the office.Brad didn't want to resume as the head of operation just yet. Besides, he still had few months before he would graduate, few months when he would have the time for work.But he really couldn't bypass everything that was happening in the office.So, he was ready to start anyhow.He walked to the table, and examined the laptop for a moment. His phone rang suddenly.Brad pulled out the phone from his pocket and looked at the screen. It was Claire. Brad had almost forgotten about her and the little deal he got himself into.“Hello, Claire.”“Hi Brad. Good morning and how are you doing?”Brad moved to his seat and sat. “I'm fine. Why are you calling?”“Well, I wants to remind you of our last discussion. There's a
Brad got Mercury to explain all there was in the company and he set to work.He was so fast that at 3 in the evening, he had already done some of the jobs.Brad was slowly getting a hang of the whole job.A soft knock sounded on the door suddenly, disrupting his siesta.“Yes, come in,” he opened his eyes and beckoned whoever was at the door inside.The door opened and Mia stepped inside. She hesitated briefly as if she was contemplating how to start.“Yes, what do you want now? I thought you were supposed to show up in my presence when you have successfully made Ciana show up in this company again,” he said harshly.Mia released a sigh. “I haven't been able to convince her to stay but I was able to make her come back. She's currently waiting outside this door,” she announced.Brad regarded her for a moment. “Ok, let her in.”Mia bowed slightly. “Alright sir,” she muttered and walked out of the office very fast.The door opened almost immediately and Ciana stepped inside. She hesitated
Brad walked out of the company and headed straight for the parking lot. The parking area on the other side - the one for the staff - was crammed with cars of different types. Every one of Fast Tech employees owned a car. The pay of the lowest-ranking employee was fat enough to get a car and rent a fine apartment. Nick came out of the car and opened the car door for him. Brad nodded at him. As Brad sat in the car, Nick went around and got in the driver's seat. "Take me home first." Brad turned to see Nick checking his watch. He arched his brows, "We should still have time." Brad recalled him saying the reservation was by six. "We still do, right?" "Yes, boss, we still have enough." Nick drove them to Brad's apartment. The car gradually screeched to a halt before Brad's apartment complex. "I'll be right back," he told Nick and got out of the car. He leisurely made his way up the stairs and into the luxurious expanse of his living room. Brad thought that even if he were late, wha
Despite it all, he put up a smile as he continued to look for the man who had requested him. Apparently, the man booked his seat for twenty-four hours, he must be an important person. He frowned as he spotted the man on the table he had been told he was occupying. Vincenzo thought the man looked oddly familiar but he couldn't recall where he had seen the face before. He smiled politely as he stopped before the table. Right beside the man was another man; his face was straight and he exuded an air of quiet professionalism. Vincenzo faced the one who looked familiar, "One of our servers informed me that you would prefer I personally cook your meal and serve you," he remarked. Brad's lips slowly curled into a smile, his keen gaze assessing Vincenzo. "You're right," he murmured. Vincenzo couldn't stop himself as he squinted at the man. Vincenzo said nothing but Brad could see the questions swirling in his eyes. Vincenzo couldn't stop himself as he squinted at the man, his brow furrow
With gritted teeth and slanted eyes directed at Brad, Vincenzo sent the account number Nick called for him to his accountant, and the amount used to reserve their seat for the twenty-four hours was instantly transferred to it. Nick nodded at Brad. "Seen, boss." Nick had barely finished his sentence when Vincenzo turned to Brad, his voice dripping with unbridled malice, "There you have it!" He seethed, "Your refund. Leave now." Brad took his sweet time, smoothing his palm on the tablecloth as he rose to his feet, his eyes trained on Vincenzo's. With his lips stretched in a smug smile, he said to him, "Have a nice trip, Vincenzo." And with that, Brad strutted out of the restaurant with Nick in tow, leaving an enraged Vincenzo to clench and unclench his fist around the notepad he was holding. His eyes bore holes in Brad's back as he sauntered toward the door. He wondered who he was. The manner with which he spoke, the unrestrained confidence and arrogance he exuded. He might be rel