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
Upon Gary's return, he took the elevator up to the top floor of his building and stepped out into his luxurious penthouse. As he walked in, he glanced around, taking in the grandeur of his home. The high ceilings, elegant furniture, and large windows that overlooked the city skyline. He breathed a sigh of relief, happy to be back in his sanctuary.But something seemed off. He couldn't hear the usual sound of Steve bustling around the house, preparing dinner or getting things ready for him. Gary looked around, puzzled, wondering where his butler could be. He took a few steps forward, then hesitated as he heard a voice coming from his study room.Curious, Gary approached the door and listened intently. At first, he could hear Steve's voice emanating from his study with a worried tone, and then he wondered what Stebe could be doing in his study room. He heard Steve's voice on the phone, speaking in a low tone. Gary's ears perked up as he overheard something interesting. "It's time to re
Gary was sitting uncomfortably raging in a fit of anger.Things didn't seem to always go his way, everything had been falling out of place right from the death of his grandfather, and another had just fallen out of place, leaving him shattered.He was still seething with anger when he had suddenly received a call from an unknown number, and the person on the other end had been calling repeatedly. Even though he never had intentions to pick, the number kept calling without leaving a message. However, after several moments of in depth annoyance, he decided to pick up the phone, ready to yell at the person who was harassing him, and give whoever it was a piece of his mind.He answered the call with a sharp "What do you want?".To his surprise, the voice on the other end of the line said, "Young master, is that you?" The voice seemed odd, but he could never place where he had ever come in contact with the unfamiliar voice before.However, as much as he tried, he just couldn't place it. He
"I don't need a shit from what you say." Gary told Mr Taylor immediately.However, Mr. Taylor cleared his throat and adjusted his progressive glasses into place before he continued. "Young master, I understand that this clause in your grandfather's will may come as a surprise, but it's essential that you consider it seriously. You see, in order to inherit the family estate, you must be married within the next six months or you lose the will.""He made arrangements to get it transferred to the orphanage if you don't comply.""Six months! Losing or gaining, is none of my business." Gary yelled at the top of his voice, and of course hitting the table in addition.Mr Taylor had his heart shop a bit. He could tell Gary was already at his peak. "I think your grandfather only set that principle just to ensure you remain responsible.""Responsible! Did you just mention the words as though it meant nothing? I guess you should step into my shoes and have a feel of how that plays."He said soft