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
Mrs. Davidson’s hands trembled ever so slightly as she held the phone, her mind racing. "General Romeo Stormbreaker?" How had he gotten involved with Sheikh Rahman? The mere mention of his name sent ripples through her thoughts. Was the sheikh more connected than she had originally assumed?"Hello!" she managed, steadying her voice as best as she could."Hello, I believe I am speaking with Mrs. Davidson, CEO of the Davidson Group?" His voice was deep and authoritative, with a calm that only enhanced the tension she felt."Yes, Your Majesty," she replied, as her heartbeat was quickening each time. "Good. Information has reached me that Sheikh Rahman intends to host an event at your hotel. Is that correct?"Mrs. Davidson blinked, struggling to mask her astonishment. How did he know? Was the sheikh really that influential?"Yes, Your Majesty," she answered, her tone was more careful now."How are talks between you and him going?"She swallowed, choosing her words cautiously. "Actual
Two days later, Mrs Davidson now sat across from Sheikh Rahman at the massive mahogany table in her hotel’s conference room with a few executive staffs of both parties present. The air was thick with the scent of success and ambition, as both parties knew the stakes were high. After exchanging a few final pleasantries and signing the contract, with the ink barely dry, the deal was sealed. The event would happen, and it surely would be the most talked-about affair across the continent.Mrs. Davidson maintained her calm, polished demeanor throughout, but inside, she was soaring with triumph. As the contract was handed back to her, she glanced at Sheikh Rahman, who nodded approvingly. "We have much work ahead of us," he said, with eyes that were sharp with understanding."Indeed," she replied with a cool, professional smile. But in her mind, the wheels were already turning. The sheikh was a powerful ally, I mean he looked like one, but it was the opportunities that General Romeo had
Romeo sat on a makeshift wooden crate under a dimly lit street lamp, his rugged appearance had blended seamlessly with the grime and grit of the city streets. His clothes were worn, with patches here and there, and his once vibrant eyes were now shadowed with a mix of fatigue and determination. Despite his outward appearance, his fingers moved with practiced ease as he maneuvered a well-worn chess piece across the board in front of him."You're not gonna win this one, Romeo," muttered one of his companions. He was a burly man with a thick beard, and he leaned in to get a closer look.Romeo smirked without taking his eyes off the board. "Don't count me out just yet, Sam. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."Around him, a group of similarly disheveled men, some of whom had become his close companions, watched intently as the game unfolded. The air was thick with the sounds of the bustling street, punctuated by the occasional shout or the distant hum of a passing car. The dim lig
Mrs Davidson's request for Romeo's help felt unreal to him. His mind was filled with memories from the past, but a strange mix of curiosity and responsibility kept him moving forward."Of all the top rated plumbers around, why could Mrs Davidson pick me?" Romeo thought.Was it because she thinks I would accept a chicken change for my services?As he neared the large iron gates of the mansion, he paused for a moment, trying to prepare himself for what was to come. The gates, which seemed cold and unwelcoming in the fading light, stood tall in front of him.But instead of the cold reception he expected, the gateman surprised him with a warm smile."Welcome, Mr. Romeo," the gateman said politely, nodding as he smoothly opened the gate.Romeo, surprised by this friendly greeting, nodded back, feeling like he had stepped into a different world. The gravel crunched under his old boots as he walked up the long driveway, surrounded by perfectly trimmed lawns and tall trees. With each step c
The men began to laugh, it was a low, sinister sound that echoed in the bathroom. Romeo could feel the danger in their laughter, but he kept his cool."Oh, I guess you guys are here to aid me in repairing the broken pipes?" Romeo joked, trying to act like he wasn’t scared. He forced a smile, hoping to throw them off.The men laughed even louder, with their voices filling the room. "This guy is funny," one of the mafia members said, shaking his head with a smirk. "He looks more shabby than they described him."They laughed again, mocking him, as their eyes were filled with cruel amusement."I’m sorry, my friend." The leader said, with a voice dripping with menace. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy chain, letting it dangle in the air. The others followed, pulling out chains and sharp jackknives that glinted in the light. "We’re not here to help you fix the pipes. We’re here to beat you up."Romeo stayed calm, even though he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.