Romeo's face contorted with a frown, his anger was barely contained beneath the surface of his stern expression. The laughter and mockery echoed in his ears, fueling a fire within him that demanded retribution. Determined to save face, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, its screen was cracked and edges were worn-out. The whispers and giggles from the audience only deepened his resolve to save his face. He began typing a message to his deputy, Lieutenant General Thompson, his fingers moving swiftly across the screen. The room's attention shifted as Tabitha Scornfield's voice cut through the air once more, dripping with condescension. "Hey, isn't that an old version of an Apple iPhone? Oh, poor guy, look at the way it is all worn out and broken. Maybe we should organize some act of charity for poor Romeo." The audience erupted into another wave of laughter, as their eyes were fixed on Romeo's every move. Ogle Banfield, catching the momentum of the mockery, s
As the numbers on the screen came into focus, a hush fell over the grand hall. The collective gasps of the audience broke the silence. "One point six million dollars!" Most of the people in the audience exclaimed, as their voice was filled with incredulity.Tabitha Scornfield felt a cold shiver shoot down her spine, her smug demeanor began to crumble. A knot tightened in her stomach, the triumph she had relished just moments before now turned to a gnawing dread. How could Romeo, supposedly broke and humiliated, afford such an enormous sum? Questions whirled in her mind, and each one was more unsettling than the last. Had she underestimated him? Was there a hidden benefactor? Or had he been concealing his true financial status all along? The shock and confusion on the faces around her mirrored her own internal turmoil.The audience, too, was caught in a wave of disbelief. Murmurs of astonishment spread through the room as people tried to process what they had just witnessed. Rome
Mrs. Davidson sat in her plush living room, with her eyes glued to the TV screen. The grainy footage playing out before her seemed surreal, but there was no denying the truth it exposed. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt her heart pound painfully in her chest. The magnitude of Tabitha Scornfield's heinous act of pedophilia and molestation hit her like a sledgehammer, shattering the calm she had maintained.Her husband, Mr. Davidson, who was also in the room with her twisted his face in fury. He jabbed a finger towards the screen, with his voice shaking with rage. "So you hired an animal to be your social media influencer, huh? Do you know what this humiliation means for our brand?"Mrs. Davidson felt a wave of nausea rise within her. "Please, my husband, do not be angry. I will rush to sort this out quickly," she stammered, as her voice was thick with desperation.She hurried upstairs to her room, with her mind racing. Grabbing her phone, she dialed Tabitha's number re
In her sleek, modern office, Anna Hickey, the CEO of my Fav cereals company, sat behind her polished desk, illuminated by the soft glow of her Apple laptop. The room bustled with energy as Anna meticulously pored over spreadsheets, charts, and financial reports detailing the gross profit margins and other critical business metrics. Under Anna Hickey's strategic leadership, My fav cereals company experienced an unprecedented surge in success. Following multiple investments from the various business moguls and companies that showed eagerness to align themselves with Anna's vision, her brand soared to new heights. This was the major reason for the breakthrough of her company.The once-beloved cereal line became a household staple, adorning breakfast tables across the nation with its colorful packaging and enticing flavors. Anna's innovative marketing campaigns captivated audiences of all ages, from nostalgic adults to adventurous youngsters, further solidifying the brand's place in
Five days later, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across McAllister Street, a convoy of trucks from My Fav Cereals Company rumbled along the road. The evening was tranquil, the air was filled with the hum of engines and the distant chatter of city life. The drivers, who were seasoned and vigilant, kept a steady pace, and their headlights cut through the gathering dusk.The journey was smooth, the trucks moved in unison, and this showed Anna Hickey's efficient logistics network. Each vehicle was laden with freshly manufactured cereal boxes, destined for distribution centers across the region.Suddenly, a deafening explosion shattered the calm. The leading truck had driven over a concealed landmine, triggering a chain reaction. A blinding flash of light engulfed the vehicle, followed by a thunderous boom that reverberated through the streets. The force of the blast lifted the truck off the ground, its metal frame twisted and tore apart.Before the drivers co
Anna Hickey sat at her polished desk, with her eyes scanning the latest financial reports. Her office, which usually a sanctuary of productivity, suddenly felt stifling as her assistant burst through the door, with a pale face and eyes that were wide with alarm.“Anna, you need to hear this,” he said with a trembling voice.“What!” Anna shouted, leaping to her feet. Her heart pounded as she grabbed the phone from her assistant's hand.The voice on the other end was frantic, delivering the devastating news in quick, disjointed sentences. “The convoy… our trucks… there was an explosion… they’re gone, Anna. All of them. And the drivers… they didn’t make it.”Anna’s breath caught in her throat. Her mind raced, struggling to grasp the magnitude of the loss. “How did it happen?” she demanded with a shaky voice.“We found landmines and bullets. It wasn’t an accident, madam Anna. The distribution trucks were attacked.”The words hit her like a physical blow. She slumped back into her chair,
Romeo was in bed with his new lover, Helen, and their bodies were intertwined in the soft glow of the lamp beside them. The sound of his phone ringing broke the intimate silence and with a groan, Romeo reached for the device on the nightstand, seeing Anna Hickey's name flash on the screen. He frowned and answered the call, his voice was cold."Why do you call me?" he asked, with some irritation seeping into his tone."Please, Romeo, I need your help. I and my company are in a big mess," Anna's voice trembled on the other end.Romeo cut the call abruptly, tossing the phone aside. He turned back to Helen, and at once, a smile replaced his frown as he resumed kissing her, trailing his lips down her neck.Helen, however, pulled back slightly as her eyes were filled with worry and suspicion. "Who was that, and why is she talking about you helping her with her company? Are you affiliated with any company?"Romeo shrugged off her question, drawing her closer. "Come on, Helen, it's nothing i
Romeo paced the length of the hallway, with his mind churning with conflicting thoughts. With a determined shake of his head, he made his way back into Helen's room, where she lay in the dim light, her eyes were filled with questions."I need to go out for a bit," Romeo said, trying to keep his voice steady. Helen's eyes widened with worry, but she simply nodded.As Romeo dressed quickly, his mind was already mapping out the quickest route to the Asterion Hotel. He left Helen's apartment and descended the stairs, with each step echoing with the weight of his decision. The cool night air greeted him as he stepped outside, and he hailed a taxi with a swift wave.Inside the cab, Romeo pulled out his phone and dialed Anna's number. The phone rang twice before she answered."Hello, Anna, where do I meet you?" he asked, his voice was low and controlled."Room 165, VIP lodge," she responded, sounding unexpectedly calm.The drive to the hotel was swift, the city lights blurred past the win