Marcus stared after him for several long moments before producing another razor-edged smile that could pass for an evil smirk. Good to have such brutal power, thought as he looked to the blade he had kept close by. A vivid crimson droplet was still beaded along its wicked edge. His smile widened as he walked over and traced the outline of the blade with one fingertip, savoring the sting as it nicked his calloused skin.And that was why Mr Clark was a big thorn in Ellis's flesh on that day. He wanted to carry out the job given to him, effectively. But Mr Clark was not the only person that Marcus had bribed. He had gone as far as bribing other board members, just in case Mr Clark changed his mind or failed to do his duty. This was business. There had to be a plan B. Marcus stared at the crimson stain blooming across the monogrammed handkerchief after a while of Mr Clark's exit. Why he was cutting himself, one could not tell. But at least it had helped him get Mr Clark to accept his br
At the end of the day, no matter how Mr Clark and some of the other persons that Marcus had bribed tried to discredit him, Ellis was able to prevail.“Clark, we know you have your doubts about the boy’s capability to take over from his father, but we’ll never know if he can truly deliver until we give him a chance to prove himself. Don’t be so harsh on him, you’re more reasonable than that. We just have to have faith that Mr Cyrus made the right choice. I do agree with you that the responsibility of a company as big as this seems like too much for a young man, but most of us here started out like Ellis too. I wasn’t much older than the boy when I first started handling my father’s company. My oldest daughter who is currently running my company now, was just twenty four when I handed the company over to her.” Mr Rogers paused to let his point sink into their minds.He had been the one rooting for Ellis from the very beginning. Everytime Clark or anyone else tried to back Ellis into a c
Some of the board members still congregated to have a discussion after leaving Ellis and Mr Cyrus alone. Their small gathering was almost exploding with tension, as voices rose and fell like the tides of a turbulent sea. Mr Clark started an argument with Mr Rogers again on the basis of Ellis's age. He was angry because Mr Rogers had stood up for Ellis repeatedly."You know, Rogers, children should be allowed to be children, right? That boy only just recently came into wealth. You’re allowing Mr Royale to give him too much responsibility too fast. A leopard doesn’t change his spots at all. He was born poor. What’s stopping him from squandering all the money from the company for himself?""Just because I call him a boy, it doesn’t mean he’s a child. A boy that’s more than twenty years old is not a child, Mr Clark." Mr Rogers hissed. "And what is a twenty year old in comparison to Marcus who is more mature? Marcus has more experience in the company. He would have been a better choice th
Marcus stared at his phone in disbelief after ending the call with Mr Clark. How could his father have endorsed Ellis even after he had made sure that his opponents were more than enough to get him out of that place? What even was so special about Ellis? Nothing Marcus ever did worked against him. Mauve because Ellis had their father’s support, but could he possibly try to take his father out of the picture? He didn’t want his father to die, but what other solution could there possibly be? He paced around his office, his thoughts racing. He had to think of another plan. He was genuinely tired of making up these plans that just failed, if he was being honest with himself. But what good would it be if he gave up at this point? Giving up meant leaving Ellis to take over the whole company and Marcus refused to accept that. He was the first son, the empire was his by birthright. As Marcus stewed in despair and indignation, there was a soft rap at the study door. "Come in," he barked au
Days later, Ellis's internship at the Royale Company kicked off. He straightened his simple button-down shirt and ran a hand through his hair as he pulled into the parking lot of the Royale Company. It was his first day working at the prestigious company and he wanted to make a good impression. Which was why he had decided to go there before Mr Cyrus, and in a small car that would not betray his status. It was not only his car that was simple. Ellis's attire was a simple one of a t-shirt, dress pants and a pair of not-so-expensive sneakers, and glasses though he didn’t need them to see. He just wore the glasses because they made him look more smart. Ellis had woken up that morning, determined to look casual because this was not one of those days when he wanted to show off. He much preferred a simple look. Classy but simple. He was going to start his training from a low position as proposed by the board members, so he saw no need to dress flashy. He wasn’t here to impress anyone with
For the next couple of long hours, Paulina walked Ellis through training modules and got him up to speed on Royale's marketing objectives, initiatives, brand guidelines and more. She patiently answered all his questions and made him feel right at home. He knew he was going to enjoy working with her.As they wrapped up the training just before noon, Derek strode over with another sharply-dressed man in tow – a towering, broad-shouldered man in an impeccably tailored grey pinstriped suit. His slightly long grey hair was slicked back, giving him the look of a polished senior executive."Ellis, I'd like you to meet Mr Dennis Kingsley, the chief director of the marketing department. He holds an important place in this company and is responsible for the genius that the marketing department is" Derek said in a tone that somehow managed to be both obsequious and smug simultaneously.Ellis nodded. Straightening his shirt, Ellis stood up quickly and leaned across his cubicle desk to shake Mr. D
Anne stared at her reflection in the chauffeured town car's tinted window, carefully inspecting her made-up face and perfectly coiffed blonde hair. She smoothed out an invisible wrinkle in the shimmering blue satin gown that had been tailored to her petite frame. At nineteen years old, she was already an expert at cultivating her image as the beautiful daughter of one of the state's most powerful senators. As the car rolled to a stop in front of the grand entrance to the place where the charity event took place, Anne took a deep breath. This was her first major public appearance since a scandal last year involving naked photos of her and her ex-boyfriend. Her father had been furious when the photos leaked, fearing it would derail his political ambitions. But the whole thing had eventually blown over with some intense PR cleanup. Still, Anne knew tonight she would be under scrutiny. Anyways, she let out a deep breath and was grateful that Ellis had asked her to be his date at this ev
Anne's heart raced as her phone buzzed with a call. She quickly found her phone from her purse, so as to pick the call. Somehow, calls made her nervous, and even though she would not say it to anyone, she preferred texts. She looked at the phone. It was Ellis. Her trepidation left immediately. She had hoped he would call her after the event, but he never did. She did something, and now he was calling, she could already guess why. "Hello?" she answered sweetly. "Anne. We need to talk," his voice was stern, leaving no room for pleasantries."Oh, hi Ellis. What's up?" she feigned innocence, even though she knew exactly what this was about."Cut the act, Anne. I've been hearing some rumours going around town about you telling people that we're in a relationship," he said, his tone laced with anger. Anne felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She had hoped the rumours wouldn't reach Ellis's ears so soon, but she should have known better. It was her doing, yes. But she did not expect