Romeo stood there for a moment, stunned by the audacity of her action. "What kind of a staff are you?" Romeo widened his eyes in disbelief.His face contorted into a frown as he wiped the spittle from his cheek. The shock quickly gave way to a deepening scowl on his face. “Did you just spit on me?” he demanded, with a voice that was edged with a mix of anger and incredulity.The receptionist’s face remained a mask of defiant disdain. “And I am going to do more than that if you do not take your casual, shabby self out of this place,” she retorted with a voice that was dripping with venom.The few customers in the lobby, already feeling the oppressive atmosphere, began to murmur among themselves. Some exchanged glances, as their expressions was ranging from mild curiosity to thinly veiled amusement. A few staff members, observing the commotion from a distance, allowed themselves to show sneers and whispers. One of them, a young man in a navy blue suit, snickered audibly, He shaked
“Do you have any idea who you just insulted?” Thorne’s eyes were blazing with anger, his gaze were fixed on her as if daring her to respond.The receptionist shook her head vigorously, trying to regain her composure. “No sir, I don’t have any idea, but I promise I will…” Before she could finish, Mr. Thorne's hand shot out, delivering a heavy, stinging slap across her cheek. The force of it made her jaw redden instantly, and she staggered back, clutching her face.“I don’t have time for any of this,” Thorne said sharply, turning away from her. He called out, “Security!”A group of hefty, imposing men in dark suits quickly moved towards Thorne. Their serious expressions and strong frames added to the tension in the reception area.“Throw this woman out,” Thorne commanded. “I don’t ever want to see her anywhere near my company. I don’t even want her presence to be noticed in any branch of my company. Am I understood?”“Yes, sir!” the security team responded in unison, their voices were
“First, I am Agent Collins from the FBI,” the voice continued with a calm but firm tone. “Second, we found some highly prohibited items here at your company. Now, we’re not pointing any accusing fingers at you as it may have been put here by your staff or customers. All we need from you is to come and answer a few questions, okay?”"Prohibited items?" And contorted her face in a way that depicted disbelief. "What do you mean by prohibited items? I am a patriotic citizen that walks according to the law of this country, there is no way I or my company is in possession of any prohibited items." She protested."By the way, what are these prohibited items you speak of?" She asked."Well Miss Anna Hickey we were able to find Amozolam which is a Black Market medication which at the moment it is banned and unapproved for sale here in Mondosh.""We found a Zenot ProPrint 3000 printer used for creating fake documents and coupled with that, we found some Illegal Drug Samples. Substances such as
Anna's breath caught in her throat as she watched the scene unfold in horror.Her heart pounded with a frantic rhythm, the realization dawned on her that this could be a warning—or worse, an attack orchestrated by Mrs. Davidson."Turn around! Get to safety!" Anna Hickey bellowed, as fear gripped her.The driver quickly shifted the car into reverse, and the engine made a loud, strained noise as the vehicle started to move backward. But before it could get far, a powerful crash jolted the car. It was a tough Hilux truck that had slammed into the back of Anna's car with brutal force. The car’s engine roared and shook violently, sending a shiver up Anna’s spine."Get down!" Anna shouted, trying to be heard over the chaos.Her bodyguards, who were already on high alert, jumped into action. They threw open the doors, drew their weapons, and prepared to defend against the attackers. But as they moved, a sudden burst of gunfire came from the nowhere. The air was filled with the loud sounds
Romeo lay on his bed, wearing just his pants and looking exhausted. The day before had been extremely tough. As the general and governor of Yilaburg, he had to deal with a lot of problems due to the fact that Yilaburg was still at war with the Harte Boers.The war was causing big issues in Yilaburg. Supplies were running low, and citizens were getting frustrated. Romeo spent the whole day in meetings, trying to figure out how to solve these problems and make sure his people had what they needed. He was tired and worried, and the stress of trying to fix everything made it hard for him to relax.The weight of the war with the Harte Boers seemed to press down on him, making every inch of his tired frame ache. His thoughts were a whirlwind of strategy meetings and logistical nightmares. The room was dimly lit by the morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his weary face.The door creaked open, and Helen stepped in quietly. Her presence was a gentle, calmi
Mrs. Davidson sat in the luxurious dining room of her sprawling mansion, the faint clink of glasses and the crackle of the fire filled the space with a warm, inviting hum. Mr Davidson had travelled to the capital upon the invitation of the king so, Mr Davidson used that opportunity to invite the most trusted members of her board for lunch.The air smelled of roasted meat, spices, and the rich aroma of aged whiskey. She was seated at the head of the table, with a face that was lit with a self-satisfied smile as she poured another glass of amber liquid. Across from her sat Gregory Dressë and Robert Drasaë, her most trusted board members. Gregory, having just returned from a business trip overseas, lounged back comfortably in his chair, savoring a bite of the perfectly seasoned roast meat before him. His sharp eyes glimmered with admiration as he watched Mrs. Davidson revel in her latest triumphs. Robert, with his stout figure and sharp suit, leaned in with an eager look on his face
Mrs. Davidson's irritation was palpable as she glared at Romeo. "Why are you at all concerned about this vagabond standing here?" she snapped, as her voice was dripping with scorn. "I tell you, this man's presence irritates me. Anytime he is here, it is either he is begging for money, food, or he is causing trouble. He doesn't deserve any right to speak in our midst, let alone step on my carpet."Gregory glanced at Mrs. Davidson with a look of unease, but his tone was soothing as he spoke. "Mrs. Davidson, just take it easy on the young fella," he urged. "I know that from all indications, this man is a scrawny, poor fellow who doesn't know how to take care of himself, but sometimes, you need to just be considerate."Mrs. Davidson let out a deep, exasperated sigh, which expressed her irritation. "Okay, how much do you need this time?" she asked Romeo, with a voice that was tinged with begrudging tolerance.Romeo, standing with a rigid posture, met her gaze unwaveringly. "No, Mrs. Davids
One week later, Mrs. Davidson sat in her luxurious office, her arm was bandaged from the injury Romeo had inflicted. The sleek, modern space was adorned with awards and plaques commemorating her recent achievements. Despite the pain, she remained focused. She was now a dominant businesswoman through and through, and nothing—not even a scar—could derail her ambitions.Sheikh Rahman Abde, a towering figure with a presence as commanding as his reputation, sat across from her. The billionaire oil magnate was dressed in a perfectly tailored white thobe, his dark eyes were glinting with interest as they discussed business.“Mrs. Davidson,” he began, with a voice that was smooth and confident, “as you know, I am hosting a grand international summit. Delegates from all over the world will be in attendance. Your hotel, *The Regency*, is the ideal location. Its proximity to the city center, combined with your impeccable service reputation, makes it perfect.”Mrs. Davidson leaned forward slig