"Senator Dickens." Madam's voice quaked as she pressed the phone to her ear. Her eyes were twirling in the sockets as she listened to the voice over the speaker. None of the people in the office could hear what the conversation was. But from her busy pupils racing her sockets, they could take a guess that things didn't look quite good. "What did you just say?" She exclaimed, her body reacting to the scream. "You won't pay his tuition fee anymore? Why!" There was worry in her tone. Suddenly, she decided to fix her tone. She was trying not to make it obvious to the senator that she was desperate. "What did you mean by that? Have you forgotten that I have dirt on you?" She retorted, fixing her facial expression to match up the words. "What! How can you say you don't care? Really?! You don't care that the world will find out about your dirty game? Are you sure that you want to try me? Do you really want to play this game with me? Can you really match up with the ---" She suddenly s
Achiel walked off the position to the front. He walked to the other side of the work table. Naturally, there were usually two chairs locked to a work table. One, where the manager sits, and the other, where the guests or clients would sit. Achiel walked to the position of the client and settled down in it! Achiel arced his head slowly to look at the manager. "Go take a seat, manager." Achiel said, though it came out as more of an order. "Huh, sir?" The manager didn't see that coming, so he stuttered. "Please go have your seat." Achiel went easy on the tone. Eric had no idea what to think. What was Achiel trying to do? Was he trying to tempt him or what? Eric didn't want to infuriate Achiel again. He dropped on his knees at once. "I won't dare do that, Boss. Please have mercy on me." Eric pleaded. The sudden gesture of the manager got Achiel really confused. Why was the manager acting this way? Rather foolishly!!! What did the manager see? Achiel couldn't help but worry about w
At first, those who were present thought he was trying to be funny, but when they realised that his facial expression owned up to the words which he had said, they realised that he was not joking around. These people don't know who this strange lad is! He couldn't even afford a proper pair of clothes but would buy a company for a billion dollars? How does that make any kind of sense?There was peace and quiet for a very long time. Those whose jaws had dropped to the floor were reluctant to pick the jaws up. No one could choose his or her actions yet. "Is this a staring contest?" Achiel asked after waiting for another ten minutes of silence. The maid was making an attempt to speak, but she feared that she would get on Achiel's nerve. She understood that she had caused him a whole lot of discomfort. It would make no sense if she kept pushing her luck. "Uh.... I - I don't know what to say. I really don't - " The manager was struggling to choose his words. "I do not have all the day.
The maid was gobsmacked. She didn't seem like she had a mind of her own. She had always been trying to tread carefully around Achiel. She owed him, and she knew it. Though she had no idea what had just happened or what was going on, yet she didn't want to argue. But this time around, she couldn't keep quiet anymore. At this point, she felt the need to find a stance for herself. Even if she had done something terrible or wrong, should she be mute if she was about to be thrown into a pool of boiling oil?! Of course not!"Master Achiel? What are you doing?" The maid finally asked. She had just heard that Achiel paid a billion dollars in the blink of an eye. She was still trying hard to understand what that meant. She couldn't even wrap her head around it. She had known Achiel almost all her life!Achiel looked away from her to the manager. "Please pass this lady a pen." Achiel ordered the manager. The manager fumbled through his files and brought out a pen. "Here, ma'am." The manage
Mira was doing all her best to fight herself free from the strong grip of Achiel on her waist, but Achiel didn't seem like he cared. He kept holding firmly unto her until the three men got to them. "I must have contracted a sort of disease. An eye disease, I guess. Or perhaps I am not in my right mind. I must be seeing things. I think I must be in a trance." Harold started, halting directly opposite Achiel and Mira.Mira was acting as though she wished that the earth would pave beneath her and she would be swallowed up. "I can't believe this. Is this real?" Marion scoffed, looking from Achiel to Mira. Mira had dropped her gaze, but Achiel looked at the three men straight in the eyes. "Damn, this is really crazy." Fabien decided to take his turn. Achiel remained standing there for a while. When he realised that they wouldn't say any other thing that made sense, he decided to make a walk for it; Mira still in his arms. "Where do you think you are going?" Harold stood in his way.
Harold quickly looked away from Eric to Achiel,"I had no idea that the standard of this restaurant had depleted so baldy." Harold said, sneering at Achiel. "Depleted? What do you mean by that, Mr Harold?" Eric sounded concern as he traced the sneer on Harold's face to Achiel. "Isn't it obvious? If this is the Valion that I used to know, I don't think there would be any chance for a riff-raff to stand at the front of the restaurant. Let alone two riff-raffs!" Harold cussed loudly. Achiel knew who Harold had referred to as riff-raffs. Eric looked from Harold to Achiel. Eric also understood the situation. "Let's not get carried away by unimportant things. Please come with me to my office." Eric said, smiling at Harold. "Well, if this is up to me, I would have loved to see these bastards beaten to pulp, but I think that will just be a waste of resources. I can't afford to squander a dime of mine on someone as worthless as this piece of shit and the lady next to him!" Harold's hate b
"And that's by the way. May I know why you are here, though? I believe that you had no idea of what I had just told you. Was there a reason you came here?" Eric asked. then slowly looked away from Harold to Marion. "Your brother said that it was something very important. I want to believe that it is not something quite serious, is it?" Eric pushed even further. Eric had his own fears, but he didn't want that to be obvious to the sons of Madam. He would be foolish to reveal his vulnerability to his potential enemies. After asking the question, suddenly, Harold pushed his body forward in the seat. The haughty look that had lingered on his face for a while was swept off by a mild counterpart. Whatever what was coming, Eric knew for sure that it must be something very demanding and quite important. He could only expect what the next sequence of sentences would be. "I don't know how to go about this." Harold stuttered, trying to get a hang of the words. "Well, you might as well start
Achiel and Mira were in the Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita, which was still parked at the front of the eight star Valion Restuarant. They seemed to be having a sort of revolving conversation. Suddenly, Achiel's phone started to ring. He didn't want to take the call seriously in the first place, but then he got a hunch to check it out. He slowly brought the phone out to check who the caller was. As soon as he realised who it was, he lifted his gaze at the shy Mira,"It's Eric calling." Achiel said to her. "Eric? Who's Eric? Oh, the manager?" Mira sounded startled as she tried to link the words together. "You should answer it. You didn't have to tell me." Mira said to him, hardly looking him in the eyes. Achiel looked casually away from her as he answered the call. He was looking towards the entrance of the restaurant."Do I have to wait for you forever?" Achiel scolded as he answered the call. There was a response from the other end, which was not audible to the other person in the car.