Thirty minutes later two vehicles were packed close to the restaurant and Keegan stepped out with six other athletic and muscular looking men. Victor motioned for them to approach the BMW vehicle he was in and they moved to where he was.Keegan approached the BMW, carrying a hard copy of the contract document, which was now the official proof of Victor's ownership of El Sabor restaurants. He handed it over to Victor, who reviewed the document one more time to ensure everything was in order.Satisfied with the contents, Victor took a deep breath and signed the document with a flourish. The inked signature was a symbolic act that solidified his control over the prestigious restaurant chain.Victor remained in the BMW, instructing Keegan to take charge of the situation and make the change of ownership official. He also narrated his ordeal in the hands of the head of the waiting department, the chubby waitress and the richly dressed man.Keegan accepted the order then Victor looked at
Mr Alejandro Martinez was at his luxuarious mansion. He had just finished having his bath before he put on his bathrobe. He then walked to his main balcony where he was served an expensive wine and a cigar.After resting on his couch, his picked up his phone and dialed Mr Diego Torres phone number."Hello Diego." He began."Hello Mr Alejandro." Diego replied."How are you? How is your family?""We are good sir. I hope such is same for you?""Never been better Diego." Mr Alejandro replied."So you called sir, is there any problem?""No problem. I want you to do something for me Diego.""What is that sir?""I want you to get a message across to Steffen Gonzalez and Antonio Garcia. I want you all at my house, we have matters to discuss." He inhaled the cigar deeply before letting out smoke into the air."Okay sir I will do that right away.""Good.""Mr Alejandro, can I ask what reason we are going to be meeting at your place today?""I want us to discuss the way forward. It is concerning
In the aging, dilapidated house of Victor Mel Santos Clara, the sun's faint rays filtered through cracked windows, casting patches of light across the worn-out wooden floor. Victor had chosen not to relocate to another house with his mother because he didn't want her to suspect anything concerning his identity. Apart from her, he didn't want the neighbors, his friends and acquaintances of hers to raise eyebrows. He wanted everything on the low.However despite the house's humble state which was a facade, it was still Victor's home, a place filled with memories and the comforting aroma of his mother's traditional cooking.On this particular morning, Victor found himself in the kitchen, doing his best to tidy up the clutter that had accumulated over time. His mother had left for school early and he didn't have any lectures today however he felt it was his responsibility to maintain some sense of order. The rusty sink struggled to drain water, and the old cupboards creaked as he open
Victor reached for his phone and dialed his father's number, Mr. Jarrod Williams. The phone rang for a few moments before his father answered."Hello, Victor," came his father's deep voice on the other end."Dad, I need to talk to you about something really important," Victor began.His father's tone remained composed but attentive. "What's the matter son, you don't sound so good.""Dad it is urgent." He retorted back."Of course, Victor. What's on your mind?""Mr. Alejandro, Diego Lopez, Steffen Gonzalez, and Antonio Garcia. They are planning to undermine my position as CEO of 'De Jarrod Cereals.' They were at Alejandro Martinez's house a day before yesterday."There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. Victor could sense the tension in his father's response. "I see. That's quite a group you've mentioned.""I thought that they were loyal members of your cabinet?""I thought they were until now." Mr Jarrod Williams did not seem to be bothered."Why did you appoint me as the
Four days ago Mr. Diego Torres had extended an invitation to his team for a party at his house. As the clock neared the appointed hour, the financial team gathered, and the reactions to Diego's invitation were as diverse as their roles within the department.Sarah Anderson, the senior financial analyst, was pleasantly surprised, saying, "I can't believe Diego invited us to his house for a party. This is going to be fun, and I'm really looking forward to it."James Mitchell, the financial controller, had a big smile on his face as he remarked, "Diego is a wealthy man and no doubt this party of his is going to be legendary. I'm excited to see what he has in store for us tonight."Emily Parker, the budget analyst, expressed her excitement, "I've heard great things about Diego's parties. It's going to be a fantastic evening. I'm so glad he invited us."Michael Turner, the accounts payable manager, chuckled, "Diego's throwing a party? That's a rare treat. I'm genuinely surprised and excit
As the financial team entered the opulent mansion, they were led to a beautiful mahogany table that was impeccably set for an elegant dinner. The table was adorned with fine china, crystal glassware, and gleaming silverware, creating an air of sophistication that left the team members in awe.Their excitement grew as they took their seats around the table, and the anticipation of Mr. Diego Torres' appearance heightened. As the room buzzed with excitement and anticipation, the financial department members couldn't help but discuss their thoughts about the evening and their host's motivations.Emily Parker leaned over to James Mitchell and whispered, "James, do you think there's a specific reason Mr. Torres invited us to this party? I still cannot just believe that he invited us here for just some party."James nodded thoughtfully, "You're right, Emily. I've been wondering about that too. Maybe there's something work-related he wants to discuss. It's intriguing."On the other side of
As the evening wind began to blow across the narrow, winding road, a convoy of five De Jarrod Cereals company trucks revved their engines, ready for their journey. These impressive vehicles, sleek in design and proudly displaying the company's logo, came to life with the promise of delivering their precious cargo.The clock read 8:00 in the evening, and the twilight added a touch of mystique to the setting. The first truck, featuring a striking image of a golden wheat field, carried sacks of premium wheat flour, a staple ingredient in countless households and bakeries. Its fine texture and consistent quality were trusted by bakers and cooks, and now it was on its way to continue its culinary journey.The second truck, adorned with images of ripe, plump oats, was loaded with a substantial stock of oatmeal, a comforting and heart-healthy breakfast classic. These oats were bound for grocery stores and kitchen pantries, ready to provide nourishing morning meals.A large banner on the t
Victor decided to have his lunch at 'El Sabor' the very restaurant he had bought not too long ago. This time however he did not come as Alexander Steel, but as Victor Mel Santos Clara.Upon purchasing the group of restaurants, he made some changes which included the sacking of badly behaved staffs, and the intense recruitment programmes.He made made sure badly behaved staffs were gotten rid of, so as to ensure that non of his potential customers would suffer from any form of ill treatment like he suffered when he first arrived here for a meal.He improved the salaries of all the staffs by fifteen percent and plans were underway for the expansion of the restaurant buildings across town so as to accommodate more customers.Victor was happily treating himself with Chateaubriand with Bearnaise Sauce and some Truffle Mashed potatoes when a couple walked in.It was Jose and his girlfriend Florence. Both parties were his coursemates and among the people that treated him with disdain in sch