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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The unrepentant family
"Hey! Come back here. You jinx, come back here!!!"Simeon yelled on top of his voice, being dramatic over nothing. He kept on yelling until the vehicles had departed. That should be all for him, but he kept on walking towards the gate as though he could work some magic to turn the vehicles back in the direction of the mansion. While he was yelling at the departing vehicles, he heard a strange activity behind him and turned. When he looked, Madam had turned and was walking back into the house. "Call me that wretched gateman!!!"She yelled on top of her voice as she stomped into the living room. There were so many things to process in her mind. Seeing Alves again was as though her nightmares had been given a new life. When she had instructed the Sheriff to throw Alves into the den of the death row inmates, she had automatically closed the chapter of Alves. She had dismissed him as dead. It was an undisputable fact that Alves would meet his death in the rough company of those monste
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A strange encounter.
Villian pulled the limo over at the front of the AUSTRIX group building. He quickly hurried out of the car to go and get the door for Alves. When he got the door, he bowed,"Boss."But Alves didn't want to come down yet. "Come in, Villian."Alves called. Villian who didn't see that coming was quite surprised. But he didn't let that get the best of him. He climbed into the limo and walked to seat, because he couldn't stand even if he wanted to. "Shut the door."Alves ordered and he did. Villian had no idea what his boss was up to. And he dared not ask questions;Though Villian had just known Alves. Their meeting wasn't even up to a week yet. Yet Villian had learnt the nature of his boss. He had noticed that Alves was a man of few words. And he did love to keep couple things to himself. He couldn't call Alves secretive, neither could he call him talkative. The title for Alves was a term seated on the fence between being secretive and being talkative. "It's obvious now that your in
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The gate man's son...
At first, when Alves traced the corners of Simeon's face to tell what his reaction was after seeing him, he thought Simeon was surprised. But that didn't seem as the case. While the both them exchanged long stares, Simeon's face suddenly broke into a wild laugh. He didn't even hold back the urge to laugh, knowing that he was in a formal setting. The only thing which was going through his mind was what the Jinx was doing in such an office. He couldn't help but wonder how Alves got an access into the AUSTRIX building let alone walk through the door, into the office of an esteemed individual like Manuel. One of the reasons that Simeon was quite surprised was the fact that, even he wouldn't had been able to enter Austrix, let alone visit Manuel if not for the connection of his mother; not every CEO'S could walk through the door of Austrix let alone come that far. Alves already knew what was going on. "What's so funny, Simeon?"Came a feminine voice from behind Simeon. Simeon stepped
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Mr Jared: Huthi Farmland
"You are not the son of a gateman, are you?"Manuel asked him after a prolonged seconds of silence. "What is that to you? You should stick to business and not beat around the bush."Alves scolded. He hated to think that Manuel was looking down on him. But on the other side, it was natural for Manuel to be surprised. "Forgive my manners."Manuel apologised. Alves had no idea what to make from that apology. Not yet. He had no idea whether or not it was genuine, or Manuel had said it for the sake of formality. Alves had several opinions on the person of Manuel, but he didn't want to jump into conclusions. He had agreed with himself that whatever details he missed about a business partner, he would lift them all from Villian. And now, he would do the only thing that brought him there; business. He watched as Manuel go through some well arranged files which were on his work table. Originally, Alves had thought that a company such as Austrix with great reputation, ought not to have any
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Huthi Farmland: A Concern
Alves followed Manuel quietly till they entered into the large meeting hall. It was so beautifully organised and arranged. Its interior was rich, deep and mature. Not too flashy, not boring. There was a long mahogany table to which several chairs were locked. And occupying these chairs were so many men. Men who were quite old. Alves didn't need to be told that those men were the board members. He walked straight to where he was led to by the lady who had come to get both him and Manuel. As soon as he settled down, all eyes which had been suspended on him since he entered through the door were heaved and supplanted on Manuel. Everyone looked away from him as though he wasn't seated there. All attention on Mr Manuel. Alves could tell by the lot of things and the atmosphere building, off the chills of the air conditioned room, that majority of the men were not on good terms with Manuel. Though Alves had already been filled in on the details by Villian, yet seeing it by himself had
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Visiting the interesting man...
"Madam... Madam..."Simeon entered into the Casper living room, calling out loudly. He wss followed by Laura who was trying to stop him to no avail. There was no Casper in the living room but Gareth who was going through something on his tablet. "Simeon, what's the matter? Why do you seem to be on an edge?"Gareth turned to Simeon, looking from him to Laura who seemed to be another version. "Where is Madam? Is she in her room?""Uhm... I think so ---"Gareth wasn't done with the words when Simeon had walked out of sight, heading straight to Madam's room. Michael walked out from the other hallway which led from his room to the living room. "What's the matter with your brother? Why does he seem restless?"Michael asked, looking from Laura to Gareth. "Of course we are all trying to fall on the good side of Madam, but isn't he becoming sissy lately? Why is he acting as if he has something to lose?"Michael carried on. "He must be restless after the death of grandad. Anything could
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Two bamboo stalks: The unthinkable!
The limo pulled over at the roadside. Out of the van which had pulled over at its front, jumped out several men dressed in suits. They hurried to the limo and got the door. Manuel stepped out first, followed by Alves. The men bowed to Alves. Manuel did too. Now that Alves was the owner of AUSTRIX, he would get all the honor ascribed to the owner.But then it felt so unreal to him. Manuel was someone whom he held in a high regard. He had read about the achievements of Manuel as well as his unique biography. Some of Manuel's life story inspired him also. And now to think that, the person whom he admired and respected in the field of business management, was bowing to him? It was an occasion which should blow him away. But Alves had trained his heart not to be swayed by things that come and go. All that mattered to Alves at that moment were two things: getting his revenge on Madam, and getting to root of his origin. The men in suit led the way and Alves, with Manuel by his side, foll
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Why should I be the odd one?"
Alves was already on his feet. He wasn't paying attention to Manuel and Co who were asking whether or not he was fine. That didn't seem like his main concern. Though he could feel pain writhing in his sides, but he had just experienced something which was very strange. Something which mocked the human sense and the modern mind. Alves was walking briskly towards the two tall stalks again. "Mr Alves, are you sure you are alright? I mean ---"Manuel was doing all he could to get Alves to stop, but Alves had something else going on in his mind. He kept on walking till he was standing in front of the space between the two stalks which had blue smears. NO, THAT CAN'T BE. WAS I NOT IN MY RIGHT MIND? WHAT WAS THAT JUST NOW?He tried to ask himself some of the questions which had even stalking his mind. But no matter how long he waited, he couldn't get any answer to the questions. He knew what the only answer to the questions was. And he was willing to give it another try. "Mr Alves, you
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