Loylds Laboratory began its first production on a Monday morning. Having employed hundreds of workers, Edward never revealed the process or formula he used to produce the vaccines. Instead, he would go into a room that only he could access, make large quantities, and then have his workers handle the packaging and marketing. This was to ensure that none of them learned his secret formula and potentially sold it to others.For the past weeks, Edward’s name had been trending globally, making him one of the most talked-about men on earth. Magazines, journals, and media outlets were all discussing him. From his childhood history to his college days, and how he was able to heal his first patient while in prison—this was the trending news worldwide. Although his story inspired hope in young scientists and the world at large, it also sparked controversy. Many were skeptical, especially in other countries, where they doubted the authenticity of Edward’s vaccines. They refused to believe the ex
**THE NEXT MORNING**By 9 a.m. the next morning, the vicinity of Loylds Laboratory was filled with an array of exquisite cars, all belonging to top pharmaceutical company owners from the town of Ashville. They had all come for the screening interview to partner with Loylds for vaccine distribution.Seventy CEOs, who made it to the screening out of the 200 that applied, were seated on soft, comfortable chairs in an elegant waiting room on one of the floors. They were being served drinks and light snacks as they waited for their turns. Edward sat in his office, dressed professionally for the interviews.The first CEO to walk into his office made Edward rise from his seat in respect. His name was Judge Kefiano, the son of Mr. Kefiano, who founded the first modern-day pharmaceutical company that had flourished so well. Most CEOs in Ashville viewed his father as a mentor who had inspired many in the world of medicine.Edward had a brief chat with him, and after reviewing all his certificat
Sandra Hudson returned home after the disappointing appointment she had with Edward and walked past Richard, who was sitting on the couch with a drink in his left hand, holding and looking at a magazine."Sandra, you can't just pass your husband like that without giving me feedback on how it went," he said to Sandra, who was heading upstairs to the room. She paused, heaved a sigh, and then turned to reply to him."It didn't go well. Edward refused to give me the vaccines," she said weakly.Richard, in shock, shoved the magazine on the table and stood up quickly with a confused expression on his face. "What do you mean he refused to give you the vaccines? Did you do everything I asked you to do in that office?""If I did it well? Ha!" She scoffed and folded her arms over her chest. "Trust me, I'm a woman. I tried all the seductive methods I know, but he rejected me and ordered me to leave his office," she said.Richard faced the window, with both hands on his waist. He seemed really su
TIME: 8PMBeautifully illuminants filled the hall, and chairs and tables were properly arranged in a banquet style with over thousands of people occupying each spot with their friends and families. The whole place was flooded with securities. Outside the hall had over a thousand of expensive cars and vans, most of which were governmental convoys from different parts of the world. Thousands of scientists, politicians, CEOs, and influential figures around the world were present for the party; it was a gathering of the elites. Inside the hall, the sitting positions were arranged professionally; the scientists had their part, so did the governments, CEOs, etc. Beautiful ushers stood at each entrance of the hall as they guided the guests through the red rug over to their seats. At another part of the hall were over a hundred caterers, dressed professionally, in white and black cloth, with an apron over their necks. They all stood in front of a variety of local and intercontinenta
Edward's expression suddenly lightened up the moment he saw Maria in front of him, but he was still engulfed in surprise at her request."Did you just say I should dance with you?" he asked, fidgeting."Yes, or do you have a girl? Because I can't find anyone around you." Maria turned around, searching to see if there was a girl nearby, but Edward shook his head."No, no, no, there's no one. I was just sur—ermmm—weren't you dancing with a guy—" Edward stuttered, his eyes still locked with Maria's green orbs.Having stretched out her hand for a while, Maria said, "C'mon Edward, my hand is already hurting.""Oh, I'm sorry," he quickly took her hand. Maria gulped down her remaining drink and placed the glass on the table as she looked up at him with a smile. Her facial expression and tone showed she had already had a lot to drink and was intoxicated."Your hands are supposed to be on my waist. That's how it works," she said, placing both hands on his shoulders and directly looking into hi
In a dark room, Edward sat on a chair, a cup of alcohol in his hand, which he sipped as he swirled himself around. It was 1 a.m., and his celebration party had already come to an end. All the guests had returned home safely. Now that he had achieved everything he ever wanted, it was time to start the games—or rather, the revenge he had planned.The door opened, and a tall man dressed smartly in a black suit, with dark shades covering his eyes, confidently walked into the room. His name was Gerald, a highly trained, retired personnel in the social services. Gerald had worked for top politicians and the government as a personal aide before, and Edward had employed him a few days ago to become his personal aide."You sent for me, sir," Gerald said."Have you checked all parts of the estate to ensure no spy is hiding anywhere?" Edward asked."Yes, sir. I ordered the security team to do that, and I also went to the control room to check. The cameras didn't detect any spies, and neither did
With the severity of the case, Mr. Thompson had to book the next available flight and flew back to the country the next day. When he arrived, he met with the DEA, who asked him several questions, as well as checked all his paperwork before proceeding to run an evaluation on his products to see if the allegations were true. During the evaluation period, his company was locked down. There was no production, no buying, and selling. All workers were sent home. The DEA thoroughly checked his labs, chemicals, and drugs, and after three days, the results came out, exonerating him. He was clean, not found wanting. This made all of Edward's statements to the press false. Afterward, Mr. Thompson's company was reopened and allowed to resume production. The DEA released their verdict to the public, along with test results proving Mr. Thompson's innocence. But to their surprise, many people refused to accept it. Instead, they accused the DEA of fraud, claiming that Mr. Thompson must have bribed t
Edward was pacing back and forth on his balcony, troubled by an unsettled mind as he awaited the return of his men from their mission. The moment he saw Gerald's car drive into the yard, he felt a bit relieved. Gerald quietly came upstairs to meet him."Did you do a clean job?" Edward asked Gerald, his tone curious."Yes, I did. There's no trace. I hid the chemicals in the lab just as you instructed," Gerald replied."Did anyone see you?" Edward questioned further."Nope, except for the scientists in the lab, but don't worry, we injected them to sleep," Gerald responded nonchalantly.Edward's eyes widened in shock. "You did what? You injected them to sleep and expect me not to worry? What if they wake up?" Edward locked eyes with Gerald, who remained unbothered."Boss, you don't need to worry. The substance I injected them with contained GHB (Gamma-Hydroxybutyric Acid), a chemical that clears memory. They won't remember a thing when they wake up," Gerald reassured Edward with a smile.