Bruce returned to the Tucsons' mansion, his face red with fury. "Meeky scammed me!" he bellowed, slamming his fist on the ornate wooden table, causing the silverware to rattle.The Tucsons, seated around the dining table, exchanged skeptical glances. "What are you talking about, Bruce?" Mr. Tucson asked, his voice calm and measured, though his eyes betrayed a hint of concern.Bruce's eyes blazed with anger. "I paid him ten thousand dollars to help me with my situation at the office. But instead of helping me, he made things worse! He's a fraud, a con artist! He promised me the world and delivered nothing!"Mrs. Tucson leaned forward, her brow furrowed. "That's quite a serious accusation. Tell us what happened in detail."Bruce took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling hands. His words tumbled out in a rush. "I went to Meeky, desperate for help. He promised to fix everything, to use his connections to get me out of trouble. He said he knew people who could make my problems dis
Meeky sauntered into the room, a smug smile plastered on his face. "Ah, Bruce, my old friend. I see you're having some trouble."Bruce's eyes narrowed to slits. "You scammed me, Meeky. You took my money and did nothing to help me. You're a fraud, a liar!"Meeky chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, come now, Bruce. You're being dramatic. I did exactly what you asked me to do."Mr. Tucson's eyes locked onto Meeky, his expression unreadable. "Is this true, Meeky? Did you take Bruce's money and fail to deliver?"Meeky shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, maybe I didn't quite live up to Bruce's expectations. But I did make some calls, and I did try to help him. He's just not happy with the results."Bruce's face turned a deep shade of red with rage. "You tried to help me? You made things worse! And now you're trying to deny it? You're a scammer, Meeky. A con artist! You took advantage of me when I was vulnerable, and now you're trying to cover your tracks."Meeky's smile disappeared for a mom
Bruce stormed into the office, his face flushed with anger. "I'm back, and I'm not leaving until I get my power back!" he bellowed, eyes blazing with fury.The security guards stiffened, recognizing Bruce's temper. "P-please, sir, calm down," one of them stuttered.Bruce sneered. "You're lucky I don't fire you on the spot. But I will, once I'm back in charge. You can count on it."The guards nodded hastily, stepping aside to let Bruce pass. He marched straight to the new boss's office, his heart pounding with rage. The hallway seemed to stretch forever, every step echoing his anger and frustration. He had built this company from the ground up, poured his blood, sweat, and tears into it. And now, to be usurped and humiliated was more than he could bear.Bursting into the new boss's office without knocking, Bruce's presence was a storm cloud of fury. The new boss, a composed and sharply dressed young man, looked up from his desk with a bemused expression. "Well, well, if it isn’t Bruce,
The terminal buzzed with a mix of confusion and tension after Donovan’s display of wealth and the subsequent confrontation with Justin. Passengers were still whispering about the drama that had unfolded, their unease obvious. Some were trying to calm their nerves, while others were simply stunned by what they had witnessed.As the chaos settled slightly, the airport manager, Mr. Carter, hurried into the scene. His face showed a mix of concern and confusion, as compared to the earlier arrogance displayed by Donovan. The moment he entered the terminal, he was met with frantic explanations from the airline attendants, who spoke over each other in their rush to clarify the situation. Their voices were high with anxiety as they described how things had spiraled out of control.Mr. Carter, however, barely listened to them. His attention was immediately drawn to Mark, who was standing close to Justin. Mistaking Mark for Justin, the airport manager’s eyes widened with a mix of relief and nerv
As they entered Mr. Carter’s office, the tension from the terminal seemed to linger in the air. The room was large but sparsely furnished, dominated by a heavy wooden desk and a few neatly arranged chairs. The decor was simple, with a large window letting in natural light but casting no real warmth over the space. Mr. Carter, his earlier swagger replaced by a nervous energy, motioned for Mark to take a seat.“Please, have a seat, sir,” Mr. Carter said to Mark, his voice dripping with respect. His eyes, however, wandered over to Justin, who remained standing by the door. “You can stand over there.”Mark’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had been ready to let the misunderstanding slide, but this was a bridge too far. “Excuse me,” Mark said, his tone turning cold and authoritative, “but I believe there’s been a misunderstanding. This is Justin, my boss. You should be addressing him with the respect he deserves.”The manager’s face contorted in confusion, his earlier politeness now givin
As Justin took his seat, the large wooden chair creaked slightly under his weight. The office, now tinged with a more respectful atmosphere, felt oddly serene compared to the earlier chaos of the terminal. Mr. Carter, his earlier arrogance replaced by an almost desperate humility, stood by his desk with a bowing posture.“Mr. Justin,” Mr. Carter began, his voice now laced with genuine concern, “Is there anything I can get you? Coffee? Water? Please, feel free to let me know.”Justin offered a slight, measured smile. “No, thank you. I’m quite fine.” His tone was firm, yet controlled. “What I need is for you to understand the gravity of the situation.”Mr. Carter nodded vigorously, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes fixed on Justin. “Yes, Mr. Justin. I understand. Please, tell me how I can rectify this.”Justin leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I want to buy the entire airport. And I want the airline that caused this commotion banned from operating here.”The demand
The dimly lit room was filled with the echoes of Bruce's voice as he finished his long and painful recounting of events. The walls seemed to close in on him as he described the torment he had endured, painting a vivid picture of his recent suffering. His narration had been raw and detailed, recounting how he had been locked up once more by his former security officers, men he once trusted but who had now turned against him.Bruce's voice cracked with a mix of anger and despair as he recounted how, after being captured, he was beaten mercilessly until he begged for mercy. The brutality of the scene he described left little to the imagination, and the stark reality of his situation was evident. His hands, as he recounted, were bruised and had traces of blood on them, his body a canvas of pain inflicted by those he once employed.Lilly and her family, seated in their comfortable chairs, listened with a curious detachment. The atmosphere in the room was a stark contrast to the harrowing s
The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Bruce, his face red with humiliation and anger, gathered himself to leave. The laughter and scorn from Lilly and her family still resounded in his ears, a bitter reminder of the contempt he had faced. He straightened up, trying to regain some semblance of dignity despite the crushing weight of his shame.Before exiting, Bruce cast a final, defiant glance at Lilly and her family. “You can laugh all you want,” he said, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation. “But mark my words: Meeky is not what you think he is. He’s a scammer, and I will make sure that he pays for what he’s done. When I get my hands on him, he’ll regret ever crossing me.”The threat hung in the air, a dark promise of revenge that Bruce seemed to deliver with a sense of serious determination. With one last, resolute look, he turned and exited the room, leaving behind a tense silence.As Bruce left, Diana sat in her living room, her thoughts troubled by the recent