Brian kept walking at the center of a very busy street, his feet moving with speed as he proceeded towards the hospital.He had one major purpose - to see if he could plead for an extension on the payment for Mrs. Violet's medical bills, which were due today. The hospital was still a bit far, and with no money for transport, he had no alternative but to walk.The sun blazed down on the street, and Brian wiped the sweat from his forehead with a shaky palm. His thoughts laced with concern, knowing that the deadline for the bill was close. He pushed on, keeping his hope alive.After what seemed like an unending walk, Brian finally got to the entrance of the hospital. He walked through the packed emergency room and made his way to the cashier's desk.The queue was lengthy, packed with people in different stages of anxiousness and probably hope.Brian took a deep breath, gripping the files containing Mrs. Violet's invoices hard in his hands. He waited anxiously, practicing what he would sa
Brian glanced at the black premium platinum card, his thoughts reeling with astonishment. Ten billion dollars was an unfathomable figure. His mind raced, and he couldn't help but wonder exactly how rich his grandpa actually was. If 10 billion was pocket money, then the amount of his fortune would be mind-boggling. As he clutched the card, Brian's thoughts strayed to his parents, who had suffered terribly after being kicked out by his grandpa. The scars of the past still ran deep, and the thought of forgiveness seemed like an impossible wall. Seeing the frown and uncertainty on Brian's face, James moved in and murmured quietly, "Brian, your grandpa is prepared to make apologies. He's willing to pass up all his holdings in Bucknor city to you. But if you're not ready for it, he's also giving you one of his enterprises in this Breston city to handle." Brian's eyes widened in disbelief. Just hours earlier, he had been dealing with insults and disgrace from his in-laws, and now he was
The following morning, Brian woke up long before the crack of day. He dressed carefully, trying not to wake Julie up. Throwing a loving gaze at his wife, Julie, who was still deep sleeping, unaffected by the early hour.He couldn't help but grin as he leaned in to drop a delicate kiss on her forehead before cautiously departing their bedroom.Brian strolled softly around the house, mindful not to wake anybody in the family. As he went outside, he felt the crisp morning air on his skin, a delightful contrast to the weight of the previous day's events. He gripped the black premium platinum card James had handed him, its meaning still vivid in his memory.Opting for a leisurely stroll to the firm, despite its great distance from his house, Brian delighted in the serenity of the early morning streets. The peacefulness and simplicity of the walk were a sharp contrast to the difficult decisions he had to make.Before he departed on his adventure, Brian took a minute to call the director of
Uncle Richard, following his nasty experience with Brian, was left waiting in the reception area. He fidgeted anxiously, ready to discuss the business situation he had come to handle on behalf of his own family, the Johnsons, with Ms. Anderson.As he sat there, deep in meditation, the receptionist approached him, clutching a file. "Excuse me, sir," the staffer responded gently, "Ms. Anderson asked me to give you this."Uncle Richard received the file with a courteous nod, a grin emerging on his face as he assumed it held the papers and information he had been waiting for.He opened it joyfully, but as he examined the contents, the smile on his face was swiftly replaced with a wrinkled raised brow and frown.His voice quivered with shock as he murmured aloud, "What? They've canceled their partnership with us?"The employee, noticing Uncle Richard's grief, said kindly, "I'm sorry, sir. It looks that Elysian Enterprises has dissolved its association with your family."Uncle Richard's che
The following morning, Brian arrived at the office once again, much earlier than previously. He was resolved to handle the matter and guarantee a seamless transition in the aftermath of the dissolved partnership. Brian called up Ms. Anderson, who was already at her desk, busy checking several paperworks. "Ms. Anderson," Brian continued, "I need you to release an official statement regarding the change of ownership of the company." Ms. Anderson glanced up, her gaze serious and attentive. "Of course, Mr. Stone. Is there a particular message or phrasing you'd want to include?" Brian nodded attentively. "Yes, I want the message to be brief and clear. It should indicate the change of ownership, with my name as Mr. Stone, and nothing more. My identity must stay private for now." Ms. Anderson immediately nodded her head as she answered, "Understood, Mr. Stone. I'll write the statement properly and ensure it's circulated through the necessary channels." Brian admired her efficiency and
Brian drove Mrs. Joy to her mother's house, a beautiful and towering building that stood as a tribute to the Davis family's prosperity. As they arrived, Mrs. Joy took the vehicle keys from Brian's hand without a word and went rapidly towards the entrance of the house, leaving him to follow after. Shaking his head slightly at her rude behavior, Brian entered the exquisite lobby of the estate. His gaze examined the surroundings as he went through the house. It was a dramatic contrast to the modest roots he had formerly known when he was still with his grandfather. Brian immediately noticed his wife, Julie, and made his way over to her. He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, a warm gesture despite the tension in the air. "Hey, love," he murmured to her. Julie smiled sweetly in return, but her eyes communicated a feeling of discomfort as they took in the disapproving stares from other family members. They found a place to sit together, intending to fade into the background among the
Mrs. Claire Davis' words lingered in the air, and silence crept over the room as everyone digested the seriousness of the situation. One of Mrs. Claire's oldest sons eventually broke the stillness, his voice tinted with apprehension. "Mother, we've all heard about what happened to the Johnson family. They were partners with Elysian Enterprise but now they are in debt after the partnership was terminated. Are we convinced that pursuing the Elysian deal is the right move?" The room collectively held their breath, waiting for Mrs. Claire's reaction. Her expression remained calm, disguising any trace of hesitation. "I understand your fears," she said softly, "but we cannot allow fear to determine our decisions." Another family member, a relative renowned for his prudence, stood out cautiously. "But Mrs. Claire, do we have what it takes to compete with other established families and companies for this contract? It's a tremendously competitive market." Mrs. Claire nodded, accepting the
The mood at Mrs. Claire's home suddenly changed because of the way the servant rushed in terrified. His eyes were wide with dread, and his voice quivered as he fought for air."What's the matter? Why are you so scared?" Mrs. Claire demanded, her tone a combination of worry and frustration.The servant tried to find his words before managing to blurt out, "sorry to disturb you ma'am, bad news! Mr. Johnson has gone into a coma. The doctors believe it's due to the shock from the announcement that Elysian Enterprise has broken relations with their family!"Gasps of fear rippled through the room, and Mrs. Claire's face became pale with horror. The shock of the news echoed through her and the other members of the home, leaving them stunned for a minute."What? How can this be?" Mrs. Claire shouted, her voice laced with both amazement and anxiety. "This is really terrible. I didn't expect it to make such a drastic effect as this!"The weight of the situation settled heavily in the air. Mrs.