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
Jose winced in pain as Victor continued to kick his stomach. "So you think you are better than me huh? I was having my peace, enjoying my meal with my own money when you came into the restaurant. You could have done the same but no, you thought it pleasurable to pick on me and embarass me infront of all this people.""I am sorry Victor." Jose struggled to say."Oh now you are sorry huh." Victor bent down and grabbed Jose at his collar."Victor please. Do not hurt him." Florence pleaded. "Victor if you would not free me for me, please free me for her sake." Jose referred to Florence.Victor took a quick glance at Florence and smiled. "Hmmm! I should free you for Florence's sake." He turned to one of his hefty men. "You here that? I should free him for Florence's sake." Victor stood up, putting up a sarcastic smile. "Porro! Azmoun! Beat him up because if I go soft on him he would not learn his lesson."Without hesitation, Porro and Azmoun moved towards Jose.Porro and Azmoun wasted n
"I said I got some very bad news." Said Michael."What is it? What happened?" Asked Victor."I just received news from Mrs Valentino Lopez, the chief operating officer of the company. She said that some of the companies delivery trucks were involved in a ghasty accident.""And what about that Michael?""The lives of the company drivers were lost, and coupled with that we lost goods worth a hundred million dollars."Victor's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you sure of what you are saying?""Yes cousin. I received some photos of the gruesome accident, and at the moment, I am on my way to the scene of the accident.""What might have caused the accident, have you heard of anything?" Victor asked."Not yet. The police are on the case.""I am on my way." Victor said before he hurried towards his men's car were he was then driven off. He was escorted by three men.Victor, his concern growing, urgently asked Michael for the address of the accident scene. He needed to get there quickly to conf
As Victor and Michael sat in the car, the tension in the air was palpable. Michael couldn't contain his frustration any longer.He was mad at Victor for not letting him to mention Mr Alejandro Martinez as his prime suspect. Didn't he want the police to have a hint of the internal feud there at the company. Michael thought it unwise to conceal his prime suspect."Victor, I need to know why you didn't want to tell the police about our suspicion of Mr. Alejandro. You know as well as I do that he's the prime suspect in all of this," Michael exclaimed.Victor sighed deeply, his face reflecting the weight of the situation. "I didn't want to involve the police yet because I want to handle this matter personally. If we go to the authorities right away, we might not get the evidence we need to prove Alejandro's involvement.""What are you saying?" Michael put on a disagreeable look. "I mean it is very clear that Mr Alejandro is the cause of all these. I have the audio record of the time he p
Victor's hands trembled as he fumbled for his phone, he looked very unsteady with his heart pounding in his chest. He dialed Michael's number with urgency, the anxiety evident in his voice as he recounted the distressing scene at home."Michael, it's Victor. Something's happened to my mom. I need you to come back right away," he pleaded, his words rushed and filled with desperation.Michael, sensing the gravity of the situation, responded quickly, "What happened, Victor? Is she okay?""No, she's unconscious on the floor. I don't know what's wrong. Please, I need your help. Come back, we have to get her to the hospital," Victor urged, his voice was cracking with worry."I'm turning around now, Victor. Hang in there," Michael reassured him, the tension was evident even through the phone.As Victor anxiously waited for Michael's arrival, he knelt beside his mother, attempting to resuscitate her. His hands shook as he tried to remember the CPR training he had received in his highschool
Victor's breath caught in his throat as Steffen entered the hospital waiting area with this elderly woman. The memories of that fateful night when Patricia had betrayed his tust by cheating on him and openly saying that their time together was all but a lie. As the memories flooded back, his face was contorted with hate and anger simmering beneath the surface.He watched Steffen, his tall frame and confident stride, as he escorted what presumably was his mother given the resemblance between them. The old woman seemed frail, and Victor's anger intensified at the thought that Steffen might have a hand in not just his personal troubles but also the financial disaster that befell the company.The suspicion fueled Victor's resentment. He recalled the heated arguments and confrontation in the boardroom, with Steffen taking sides with Mr Alejandro Martinez, who stood against the leadership of Victor's alter ego, Alexander Steel. The pieces of the puzzle seemed to connect in Victor's mind.
Their faces were contorted into shapes that depicted disappointment, disapproval, annoyance and disdain.Victor never new any of these guys, apart from some of them that belonged to Rachel's campaign team, but for the ones he knew nothing about, how the hell did they know him?If these people had known him as the college pauper, that would be a complete destruction of his persona there at The Marquez Piso university.Or had he already gone rock bottom in the social circle?As the room fell into a sudden silence, a snarky voice emerged from the crowd, "Rachel, is this your idea of a charity event? Bringing the famous college pauper to your birthday party?"Laughter erupted, and more voices joined in, mocking Victor's presence. "I didn't know we were hosting a charity case tonight!""Maybe he applied to be the mascot so he could earn a few quid for the days meal."Another wave of laughter rippled amongst the crowd.Rachel, visibly uncomfortable, stepped forward, "Hey, that's not fair. V
On a Thursday evening, Victor on an sat on an iron bench there at the junction awaiting Rachel who was going to pick him up for her birthday party.While sitting all solitary and alone, he couldn't help but marvel about the possibility of Alejandro Martinez being able to know about the residence of his alter ego Alexander Steel.Apart from that, he was surprised at the fact that Alejandro Martinez was ready to make this a do or die affair to an extent that the old man had sent some hitmen to take him down.Was he supposed to be surprised? Mr Alejandro had already declared war on his leadership of De Jarrod's'Cereals.Mr Alejandro had done a lot to undermine his leadership, from creating a rebellious faction, orchestrating the bombing of his supply trucks, the violent protests of his workers and now the plan to exterminate Alexander Steel?Victor believed that he had been doing his best to have the upper hand in this co-operate battle but he began to feel guilty of the fact that he had
Victor was at home playing some video games, however with time he became bored and he decided to call Rachel, at least to congratulate her for her successful performance during the pre electoral debate.He dialled her number and immediately she picked it up."Hello Rachel.""Hello who is this?""It is Victor. Victor Mel Santos Clara. The dark handsome guy with dreadlocks.""Oh Victor how are you?""I am fine. I hope everything is going well for you as well?""Everything is fine.""Uh I called just to congratulate you for your performance in the pre electoral debate and the successful presentation of your agenda. I must tell you, it was fire.""Thanks Victor, I am honored.""I also heard about the demonstration.""Yes, according to what I heard, Patricia said something provocative in German and it caused the demonstration.""I was happy that happened. At least now I believe you have a big chance to clinch that position of the director of socials."Rachel just laughed. "We would see how
Patricia looked surprised. "What is going on?" She asked. "What is going on?" She asked once again turning to some members of her campaign team.One of them rushed to the podium, he was a German that went by the name Franz. He leaned to her ear. "I am sorry ma'am but what you just said is a very awful speech.""What!" Patricia was taken aback."You just delivered a derogatory speech in German. Let me look at it." Franz picked up the piece of paper from her hand and glanced at it."Oh my God. It's really bad.""What does it say?" Patricia was shivering."Trust me you don't want to hear it." Franz shook his head."So what do we do now?" "We need to move out of here, and fast."As Patricia and her campaign team hastily exited the venue, whispers spread among the audience. Confused murmurs turned into exclamations as people began to grasp the unintended nature of Patricia's speech. The air crackled with tension, and a wave of disgruntled murmurs swept through the room."This young lad
Patricia strode into the Dr Cassandra Rojo Pavilion, the most prestigious pavilion center of the university which was to serve as the venue for the debate.She exuded confidence in a tailored navy blue pantsuit that perfectly complemented her assertive persona. The crisp white blouse underneath, coupled with a meticulously knotted silk scarf, which added a touch of sophistication. Her professional attire, combined with polished black heels, reflected both competence and style, setting the tone for a poised and impactful performance in the students union government elections debate.The Dr. Cassandra Rojo Pavilion buzzed with anticipation as students filled the grand hall, their chatter creating a hum that echoed against the high ceilings. The scent of excitement mingled with the crisp air, and the ambiance hinted at the significance of the upcoming debate.The stage was adorned with the university's emblem, and a large banner displayed the words "Students Union Government Elections
"So young misus, you wanted to speak to the players, the floor is yours."Patricia smiled excitedly. She immediately waved her hand at the players. "Hi and hello boys, as the coach has said I am…""We know who you are just get on with whatever blah blah blah you want to say to us, we have got some warm up to do." Victor said dismissively with scorn written all over his face.However before Patricia could defend herself Anton Fagner chimmed in. "Hey young fela, slow down, that ain't no way to speak to a lady alright, be cool."Immediately Victor contorted his lips and regretted it afterwards, not for cutting Patricia short, but for the fact that a star player like Anton Fagner perceived that he displayed bad attitude.Victor nodded his head but didn't give any form of apology. His face was blue as he felt a ting of embarrassment."Okay." Patricia let out a sigh "I know this is my first time here in here before your game but in order for you players to dispell the idea or thought that m
Victor and Michael were riding on their Lamborghini en route to the college stadium. Michael was on the wheels as always and Victor was narrating his victory at midnight cove."You should have seen Steffen's defeated eyes that begged for mercy while he was on his knees. Huh." He paused. "He surely must have been thinking about the long jail term he was going to be slammed with by the government after he was caught red handed.""Serves him right." Muttered Michael. "What about the marijuana and the cocaine his men were trying to load on their trucks?""Oh that shit? It's worth millions of dollars.""What did you do with them?" Michael asked."I made sure they were burnt right before his eyes, it was a perfect way to salvage my victory against that bloody rebel.""You know he is more than just a rebel?""What? What else is he?" Victor furrowed his eyebrows."He snatched your girlfriend Patricia from you.""Hey Michael, please do not go there." Victor frowned with resentment etched upon
Victor began with a chuckle upon sighting the pathetic state of his former landlord."Come on Victor, what is going on, why am I bundled like a captive?" He was scared and that was very evident."You want to know why you are bundled like this?" He paused while looking straight at Mr Thompson's eyes. He walked round him and his gait was slow and relaxed."Let's just say I couldn't get over the acute embarassment you showered on me and my mother just because we were not able to pay your rent on time.""Come on Victor, you know how people are nowadays, if you are not tough with them, they would take you for granted. Please I didn't mean no harm." He pleaded."Oh what a speech. Okay tell me, how many times has my mother failed to comply with you by paying our rent? How many times have we disrespected you or taken you for granted? If I could remember vividly you issued threats to evict us forcefully out of your house, you even threatened to slap me for trying to reason with you.""No Victo
Victor had tried to let the memories of Mr Thompson's harsh and cruel confrontation to slide under the carpet, but the fact that he had threatened to slap him for trying to calm him down and explain their predicament made him infuriated at each thought as they replayed in his mind time and time again.What would have happened if I was not rich? What would people have said if I didn't have the means to arrest the tumultuous situation? What would have been the mental state of my mother if our belongings were thrown out? How would she have been able to cope with the overly unbearable cold outside?These were questions that flooded his mind. This however made him come to the conclusion that Mr Thompson was a hardened devil, not only that, he was determined to humble him by breaking him and if it was going to bring into nothingness his arrogance and stoney heart, Victor considered it a worthy effort.Now Mr Thompson was a regular customer at a beer parlour just down the street a stone thro