"No, you're not." He chuckled dryly. "Lorenzo Miguel is the owner of the restaurant chain. He is my boss. Not you." Felix sounded very protective, not of his boss, but of his position. He did not want to believe it even though he could see how confident Justin was as he spoke."Well, you can believe what you want, but I have told you the truth. You should leave now if you don't want to get thrown out of here."Jolce looked on with wide eyes. She was confused. All she kept asking herself was how Justin was the owner of the restaurant chain."But it can't be you. I know what I am talking about. Mr Lorenzo is the boss here. The only boss I know.""I am your new boss. If that isn't enough proof for you, then you can check the name on the email that was just sent to you. I guess that's all you need, right?"The frown on his face was deep. His eyes narrowed as he squinted, pulling his phone out of his pocket very quickly. Justin could almost hear himself laugh aloud, but he held it in. As h
"I didn't mean to laugh when he was laughing. I was just wondering how what you said was possible and that was what seemed funny. I'm really sorry for that.""Ummm... It's fine. You didn't know so...""I didn't have to know about it to not laugh. I already know you as a person, and I should have known that you never say what you do not mean. I am sorry, Justin.""Alright, alright. That's totally fine. I should apologise as well." He smiled dryly and leaned towards the table. "I shouldn't have kept you waiting. I was attending to something important and it really took my time. You are important, of course. That is why I rushed here immediately I was done.""That's okay." She smiled, almost blushing. Now she understood why he arrived late. "And about that Felix, he will never bother either of us again, especially you." He held her hand gently across the table. "So what would you like you to eat? What drink would you like to have?""Maybe some wine would do." She smiled. She was feeling
As they walked hand in hand towards his car, she couldn't help but feel a spark as Justin held her hand softly. Inside the car, he suggested that they should stop somewhere nice since she didn't want to go home."What's your definition of a nice place? We just left a restaurant," she replied."If you trust my judgment, then I would appreciate it if you allow me to show you what I mean by a nice place.""Okay."She fastened her seatbelt as Justin ignited the car engine and drove off towards a 7-star hotel in the city - the most expensive one. When they arrived, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder."Justin, this is incredible," she exclaimed, gazing up at the hotel's gleaming facade."Only the best for you," he whispered, his eyes giving assurances of promises.As they stepped out of the car and walked towards the lobby, they were greeted warmly by the staff and ushered in. The lobby was a marvel of luxury, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and plush seating are
Meeky Evans visited Diana and her family, who were still reeling from his scam. The atmosphere was tense, filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. Diana's father, Mr. Tucson, stood at the center of the living room, his face a mask of controlled rage."How could you do this to us, Meeky?" Mr. Tucson demanded, his voice firm but steady. "We thought you were our friend, our confidant."Meeky's expression was remorseful, his eyes downcast. "I know I let you down, sir. I'm truly sorry. I had nothing to do with the arrest, and I begged to get you released and keep your jobs."Diana's mother, her arms crossed in a defensive posture, spoke next. "We don't believe you, Meeky. You're just trying to save your own skin."Meeky's eyes locked onto Diana's, filled with sincerity. "Ma'am, I understand your skepticism, but I'm telling the truth. I have connections, and I used them to help you. Please, let me make it up to you."Diana felt a wave of conflicting emotions. She had trusted Meeky, an
Meeky followed Bruce outside, leaving Diana and her family to wonder what new developments were unfolding. The air was thick with anticipation, and there was total silence. As they walked away, Meeky couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had managed to manipulate both the Tucsons and Bruce, setting a plan in motion for his next move.Bruce, on the other hand, was consumed by thoughts of revenge. "Meeky, do you really think we can take down Justin?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation.Meeky nodded confidently. "With the information you've given me, we can exploit his weaknesses. We'll hit him where it hurts."Bruce clenched his fists, a determined look in his eyes. "I want him to suffer for what he did to me."Meeky smiled, his mind already formulating a plan. "Trust me, Bruce. By the time we're done, Justin won't know what hit him."As they parted ways, Meeky couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He had Bruce's money and information, and now it was time
Justin and his assistant, Mark, arrived at the bustling airport, ready to catch a public flight out of the country. Justin, the enigmatic CEO of Drogonuv Enterprises and the richest man alive, had decided to address a situation with one of his overseas companies in person. Despite his wealth and status, he had chosen to fly commercial, much to Mr. Mark's bewilderment. “Sir, are you sure about this? We could easily use one of your private jets. It would be faster, more comfortable, and without the trouble,” Mr. Mark suggested, eyeing the crowded terminal with a voice laced with concern. Justin shook his head with a calm smile. “No, Mark. Sometimes it's good to stay grounded, to remember what it feels like for the everyday person. Plus, it's an opportunity to observe how our businesses operate at the ground level.” Mr. Mark nodded, though his expression remained skeptical. “As you wish, sir. But I hope you’re prepared for the inevitable chaos.” The duo approached the ticket counter,
The terminal was abuzz with activity when Donovan and his entourage made their entrance. The rich man, flanked by his friends and family, exuded an air of superiority as he walked through the bustling airport. His tailored suit and expensive accessories spoke volumes about his wealth, making it clear to everyone around him that he was someone important.Donovan approached the ticket counter with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. With a dramatic gesture, he pulled out a thick wad of cash, clearly meant to intimidate and impress. The sight of so much money made the ticketing staff look up with a mix of curiosity and unease."I want to buy out all the first-class tickets," Donovan declared, his voice booming across the counter. "And I’ll pay double for each one."The staff, initially shocked, quickly gathered themselves and began to calculate how much Donovan’s request would cost. Donovan's offer was bold and showy, meant to flaunt his wealth and get instant respect. His f
As Donovan's entourage basked in their newfound dominance, the atmosphere in the terminal shifted dramatically. The initial awe and curiosity from the other travelers quickly turned into fear. Donovan’s extravagant display of wealth had set a new tone, and the airline staff, eager to secure the promised extra cash, took their cues from him.Most of the travelers, already unsettled by Donovan’s grandiose show, found themselves stuck between a difficult choice and an even tougher one. Faced with the daunting presence of Donovan and the aggressive tactics of the staff, many reluctantly agreed to sell their first-class tickets. Whether driven by fear or tempted by the prospect of extra money, they complied with Donovan’s demands.The attendants, now fully immersed in their roles as enforcers, approached the remaining passengers with renewed intensity. Their previous polite demeanor had vanished, replaced by a more forceful and intimidating attitude. They bowed to Donovan with exaggerated