Gary nervously entered Winifield's office, wearing a fake moustache and glasses, hoping his disguise would be enough to conceal his true identity. Winifield also welcomed him warmly and invited him to take a seat. Earlier on while the receptionist was about to send a call to Winifield, she had asked for his name and he had claimed the name Wellington without thinking twice and without remorse either.She had agreed to that and immediately introduced him as that."So, Mr Wellington, what brings you to our company?" Winifield asked with miles across his lips.At first, Gary had realised that there was no form of suspicion, however, he was still on the lookout. He cleared his throat and tried to steady his nerves. "Well, I'm an investor, and… I've heard several things and made my findings about your company. And in all, I realised that your company is proficient, and therefore, I am interested in investing in your company."Winifield raised an eyebrow. Truth be told he was taken by those
Gary found just exactly what he was looking for in the top drawer, after several efforts put into the search for the materials.It was the same necklace he needed to get, and it was flashing right before his eyes.He reached out to touch the necklace, marvelling at how cool the metal felt against his skin. The diamonds glittered in the light, sending shimmering reflections dancing across the walls of the store.For a moment, Gary was lost in admiration of the necklace. He imagined how it would look around his neck, how it would catch the eye of everyone in the room. And then, with a sigh, he tore his gaze away and stepped back from the display case.As he made his way back out onto the street, Gary couldn't help but glance back at the store window. The necklace still sparkled in the light, a dazzling reminder of the beauty that could be found in the world.He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to pick it up when he heard footsteps approaching.Quickly, Gary closed the drawer, hur
Gary sat at his desk, staring intently at the small inscription he had just found on the back of the necklace he had been studying for days. He had a feeling that it was a clue to something, something important, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on what it was."Steve," Gary called Steve's attention to what he saw. "Yes boss," Steve was also quick to answer as fast as he could."Come take a look at this."Steve walked over to Gary's desk and peered at the inscription over his shoulder. "What does it say, young master?" he asked."I'm not sure," Gary replied, "but I think it's some kind of parable. It seems like it's trying to tell a story, but I can't quite make out what it means."Steve read over the inscription with a furrowed brow. "Yeah, it does seem like some kind of riddle or something. But what does it have to do with the necklace?""That's what I'm trying to figure out," Gary said, "but I just can't seem to connect the two."Suddenly, Gary's eyes widened as he had a re
Gary sat at his desk with an air of concentration, surrounded by a sea of papers. The desk was cluttered with stacks of documents, reports, and memos, which were strewn haphazardly across the surface, as if they had been thrown there in a rush. The papers spilled over the edges of the desk, cascading onto the floor in a disorganised pile.Despite the chaos around him, Gary seemed to be focused on a single sheet of paper in front of him. His eyes were narrowed in concentration as he scanned the document, his lips pursed in a tight line. He held a pen in his right hand, which he used to make occasional notes on the paper, jotting down important points or underlining key phrases.The rest of the room was relatively quiet, except for the occasional rustle of paper as Gary sifted through the documents around him. The blinds were drawn, casting a dim light over the desk, and the air was still and stuffy. A clock on the wall ticked steadily, marking the passage of time.Gary himself looked ti
"I have something to say."," he announced, his voice commanding the attention of everyone in the room.The other executives looked at him expectantly, wondering what else he could possibly have to add after offering such valuable insights earlier in the meeting.But as Gary began to remove his disguise, one piece at a time, the room fell silent. The executives watched in stunned disbelief as he revealed his true identity, one item of clothing after another.First, he removed his suit jacket, revealing a plain white shirt underneath. Next, he loosened his tie and pulled it off, then unbuttoned his shirt and removed it as well.As Gary stood before them, dressed in nothing more than a plain undershirt and slacks, the other executives were at a loss for words. They had never seen anything like it.Gary turned to face them, his eyes flashing with a fierce determination. "Do you remember me?" he asked, his voice low and steady.Many of the executives shifted uncomfortably in their seats, th
Finally, Gary has regained his position as the CEO. His grandfather's legacy had come to stay and not die.Whoever was bent on killing the legacy, then he would definitely lead to the grave. With confidence he sat on the chair which was just at the head of the table while he watched the ex board members leave one after the other.The expression on the face of some showed how sorry they were, while some others had no expression of remorse at all on their faces. However none of this meant anything to Gary anymore.All he wanted was what he got.He leaned on his chin till they were all out of the conference room.The moment they left, and clearly out of Gary's sight. Each of the board members began to murmur amongst themselves. They were yet to believe the table had turned. it still seemed as though it were a dream to them.Neither were they still able to comprehend how he was able to do that all behind them.Mr Johnson on the other hand huffed in anger. He wasn't going to take defeat,
Steve was sitting at the store man's desk with a laptop open in front of him. His eyes were fixed on the list of names that the store owner had given him earlier that day, trying to find any leads on who could have purchased the missing jewellery. As he scanned, the store owner called his attention to the name attached to the purchase of the jewellery. And without hesitating, Steve checked, but then, his eyes suddenly widened in surprise."Winfield!" he said out with, disbelief etched on his face. "You know him?" The store owner was pushed to ask, but then Steve never said a word .Instead, he read the name again, just to make sure he wasn't mistaken. "It can't be."But the name remained the same, and Steve's mind raced with the possibilities. Truly, they had found the necklace with Winfield, but he still doubted it. Not because of anything other than the fact that the search finally seems wasteful.The thought made him doubt himself for a moment, and he wondered if he had made a mi
"Mr Black suit , if you have nothing to donate to the couples, I suggest you leave," the MC said firmly, and everyone laughed.From the look of things, Gary could easily tell there was more to which the MC said, and it could be the handiwork of no other people besides the Larson's.However, he smiled, regardless of the laughter on the face of each person seated.Every single smile reminded him of nothing more than the obvious fact that they all sought for his downfall and nothing more.To his right hand side, was the memancing gaze of his family members and to the left existed several scornful gazes.It was as though he were nothing at all, and they needed something just to prove that.Suddenly, there was a moment of silence as all murmuring died down while they waited to see how Gary would react. He looked around the room, taking in the lowly glances from everyone, and then smiled to himself.He took some time before he took any action. Hence, during his period of slowing down, he sud
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The door to the lobby finally opened, and Mr. Bamford walked in with twelve police officers following closely behind him.Silence completely took over the lobby of the building and only the sound of their boots could be heard hitting the tiles as they walked over to where Gary was.The tears in Fallon’s eyes immediately stopped, and a sense of confusion flooded every part of her mind as her eyes followed the officers until they stood in front of her husband and the other five officers."Chief! What are you doing here?” One of the five officers asked with worry evident in his voice. The other four looked just as confused as him, and fear started creeping its way on their faces after the chief didn’t reply immediately.Meeting Gary’s eyes and his bloodstained nose, Mr. Bamford frowned, dragging his gaze down to Gary’s hands locked behind his back, and said, “Uncuff him now!”The firmness in his tone caused Fallon’s eyes to widen with a shocked expression, she opened her mouth, but no wo
The anger that ate at Gary slowly faded, and he looked back to see his wife staring calmly at him, and yet, he couldn‘t stop caring for what she was thinking at that moment about him.Sighing, Gary looked back at Kyle and scoffed, letting go of his collar, causing his back to hit the tile, and a cry escaped his throat.Kyle lay on the floor, holding his chest, crying and moaning, shaking his head as he tried desperately to hold in his sobbing, the room became so quiet that the sound of a pin drop could‘ve been heard.Everyone was shocked by what was happening in the lobby, and Ciara‘s hands were trembling as she tried to remember the police number, her mind a mess.“Ciara! Have you called the police yet?!” Kyle cried in rage as the pain from his face intensified because of the volume of his voice, and he moaned out, “Ciara!”“Yes sir, I‘m sorry sir, um, I need help here...” Ciara stammered with a shaky tone.“What help?”“Umm… What‘s the police number?”“What the hell, Ciara!!”His sw
As the security guards approached Gary and the others, Tom calmly took out a file from his briefcase and looked back at Kyle and the investors.“Well, I am a lawyer with a couple of degrees, including Doctor of Juridical Science degree, and this is a valid will that both Mr. Larsons and the law enforcement officials‘ signatures are on, which proves everything that Fallon has told you guys, that this company is now under her management,” Tom explained calmly, taking out the document and showing it to the investors.“I have worked with Morgan before, and that is definitely his signature on this paper. He‘s a man of honor, and so am I,” Mr. Walker immediately stated, glaring at Kyle.The security reached the scene but immediately stopped out of confusion, seeing that no one was attacking Kyle and just stood there looking at each other.“It could be a fraud! Who knows...” Kyle answered, shrugging nonchalantly.“But we do know. You just blurted out that you thought the will got destroyed a
Gazing intensely into the bathroom mirror, Gary reached for his toothbrush but then paused as a memory of Lawyers Morgans‘ words kept replaying in his head, the looks on his face when he said those words, and the way his body reacted a bit nervously to question about the will.Immediately, he grabbed his phone off the sink and scrolled for Tom‘s number until he got to it, dialing it.After ringing his number, the call got answered and Tom‘s voice popped up through the speaker, “Good morning, Boss...”“I need us to discuss something important later on today," Gary said as he watched the bathroom door reflection in the mirror slowly pushed open, and Fallon popped her head inside. Thankfully, he was tying a towel around his waist.“I'll be on my way then."“Good, we will wait on you guys before we leave, so be here by nine.”Wondering who her he was talking to so seriously at seven in the morning, Fallon reached her hands around his waist and kissed his bare back, resting her head flat a
A look of fear entered Morgan’ eyes, his expression twisting with anxiety, terror, and helplessness as he and Gary continued to stare at each other. “Which will?” Mr. Morgan finally questioned. “The will that Mr. Larson left Fallon,” Gary stated plainly, averting his gaze to stare straight into the old man’s eyes, daring him to try and lie.“Whi-cho-ne…?” Mr. Morgan murmured, barely audible for anyone to hear.Then he saw Gary’s brows furrowing, and he knew that he was getting impatient as his eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward slightly in his chair.“Don’t act like a dummy with me… speak louder.” Gary uttered in a stiff tone.Immediately, Morgan’ face turned pale, his body tensing, and then his eyes widened as he blurted out, “Oooh! Oh!! Do you mean the will Alora gave Fallon the night of Mr. Larson’s death anniversary party?!”“Is there another will for Fallon?” Gary asked as he raised his eyebrows.“No! No… no… I was just scared and my mind took its time to process everything.”
The words that Gary said to Jeremy never left Fallon’s thoughts, even though the morning was now evening, and Gary was sleeping.Adjusting her head on his warm chest, Fallon looked at him, just staring, allowing her thoughts to run wild in her head, as she listened to his heart beating, feeling his chest rise and falling, listening to his breathing.‘What package were you talking about?’ Fallon wondered as she bit her lower lip, thinking furiously.All of a sudden, she heard his phone go off, causing Garyto shift slightly on the bed, hugging onto her waist tightly, and burying his face deeper into her neck “Gary, your phone,” Fallon whispered, feeling reluctant to wake him and yet, also wanting an answer.“Hmm…” He mumbled sleepily, his voice barely audible.“Your phone…,” Fallon repeated, her tone a lot louder than a few minutes ago as she tried again to shake him awake.Finally, Gary opened his eyes, blinking slowly for several seconds. After a few more seconds he seemed to register
Anger immediately started to rise inside of her as Fallon glared at Alora with a look of pure hatred, and without even realising it, she blurted. “Grandpa left that company for me, and you can’t just take what he gave to me away!” A faint chuckle escaped Alora’s throat as she gazed down at her granddaughter, before she replied. “Oh yes, I can… you know, I thought you were getting married to this… this human being because you want to own something in this family and be a part of us…” A pause followed her words as she watched Fallon’s eyes for a sign of fear and submission and when she saw a slight flicker of emotion in her step granddaughter’s eyes, she smiled, knowing that she managed to hit Fallon’s weak spot. “I will not tolerate the disrespect I am seeing from you, Fallon, and since that’s how you want to behave, I am taking this opportunity to let you know you aren’t fit to take over any of the family business. I don’t need an arrogant, selfish, and prideful woman who does not
The dull morning light in her face with her body wrapped into Gary’s arms, Fallon just stared at him, his lashes, the details of his lips, unable to look away. Her hand rested on his cheek, and looked at his shut eyes, stroking his skin lightly as she felt her breathing become slow and steady. “I know it was just nonsense that she said, but I still can’t get her words out of my head…” Fallon whispered, leaning in closer until there were no more inches between them, their breaths mingling together. “What can’t you get out of your head?” Gary asked, his voice low and soothing as his eyelids slowly opened.Not expecting him to even be awake, Fallon froze, trying desperately to think of something, anything because she didn’t want to tell him about the conversation between Sandra and her.“Nothing,” Fallon quickly replied, pulling her face back, feeling a heat rise to her cheeks. “It’s nothing. You should go back to sleep. Yesterday was hectic, and my crying kept you up late.” “Fallon,