Justin was facing pressure from every direction. He was trying to deal with the shadowy organization who were making aggressive moves on him and his investigations and now, he was being scrutinized by his father. Nelson had gotten increasingly concerned about his son activities. Especially when news of someone breaking into his office reached him. He felt it was time he stopped observing from the sidelines and talk to him directly.Justin was in the office, late in the evening when his phone rang. Its screen had a video call request from his father. His heart skipped a beat. It was an unexpected call and it seems to carry a sense of urgency that he could not just overlook. He breathed in and out before he answered. His father’s face appeared on the screen immediately. His face was filled with concern and seriousness. He was sitting in his study as the stack of books was visible behind him, a very beautiful view. “Good Evening Son.” His father said. His voice had the aura of a man wh
Robert’s findings finally paid off and he found something out about Justin’s past. After digging for some time, he was able to piece together the puzzling part of Justin’s history. The discovery was very shocking to him. He had been able to discover a scandal that happened years ago, which affected several high profile executives of big companies and led to their eventual downfall. All this was caused by Drogonuv Corporation and the person that was tasked with handling that affair then was Justin.With this concrete evidence about Justin’s connection to Drogonuv Corporation, he decided to confront Justin. That was the only way he could get any sensible answers to the questions he has after finding out what he found.He met up with Justin in his office when he was sure his assistant was not nearby. He sat down and faced him. He was thinking about how he would start the conversation.“Justin.” He started talking as his voice was a bit shaky. “I have been doing some findings and found
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
After his victory over the unknown group, Justin was trying to regain control over lost markets. He was now in total control of the branch; he had ousted the CEO using his power as an executive from the headquarters. He did that so that no one would suspect he is actually the owner of the whole company yet. Now that he had been able to weaken the Unknown group’s media influence, he was focused on rebuilding the company while still on high alert. He believes the true mastermind behind the conspiracy is still out there and moving forward, the struggle would really be tight and would require strategic decisions and actions.He started by addressing the media fall out and restoring client’s trust. That of the investors were not left out. The next few days after the conference had been spent in meetings in a bid to restore back the normalcy of the company and ensure everything is back on track.The offices in the branch were now busy. Every hands were on deck. Mark was leading the PR Depar
Robert now seems very aware of the dangers Justin was in as an executive from the head quarters sent to manage the affairs of this branch. He had initially been skeptical of his motives but with how he had seen him act lately, he was truly convinced he had the best interests of the company in mind. He then decided to stick with him till the end. that’s the least he can do for someone who had changed his life.Justin was in his office when the door opened and Robert stepped in. He looked different from the last time Justin stopped by his office.He took a deep breath before speaking. “Justin” He started talking with a concerned voice. “I have been thinking about everything lately. How you have been trying to expose the conspiracy and I want to let you know that I am here if you need me to do anything for you.”Justin looked up from his table, gazing at him steadily. “Robert, this is not your fight.” He said with a firm voice. “I can’t drag you into it. It is a dangerous game.”Robert s