Mrs. Davidson quickly looked up when she heard the door open. Her eyes which had turned red from crying, lit up with a small spark of hope when she saw Joseph Schultz, her loyal personal assistant, and Mr. Finan, one of her most trusted lawyers, walk into the room. They moved with purpose, their faces were serious but calm.She hurriedly wiped her tears with her hand, trying to pull herself together. Her breathing was still fast, her chest was tight after the harsh conversation with the three billionaires. She sat up straighter, trying to appear strong and not as afraid as she felt.Joseph, tall with kind blue eyes, gave her a small, encouraging nod. Mr. Finan, a short man with gray hair and a briefcase, followed him closely. They both sat down across from her, looking calm but concerned."Good day, Mrs. Davidson," they both said at the same time, their voices were steady but serious.Mrs. Davidson forced a weak smile, though her lips trembled a little. "Good day." she replied, her
General Romeo Stormbreaker sat in his large office.The room was dimly lit, with only a small lamp on his desk providing light. Romeo, was deep in thought as he listened to a report from one of the leaders of the operations against the Harte Boers, lieutenant general Basler on phone."General, the operation at the Vosvelt island against the Harte Boer rebels has been a success," the lieutenant reported with a hint of pride. "We captured their leader and neutralized their main stronghold. The rebels here are retreating, and we expect them to surrender soon."A slight smile crossed Romeo's face. "Good work," he said in his deep, commanding voice. "This will send a strong message to David Gautman who dares challenge our authority. Since we have captured that major stronghold, once David hears the news, he would crack." He let out a smug grin.But just as he was about to give more instructions, the door to his office flew open with a loud bang. Joseph Schultz stormed in, and his face was
News of General Romeo Stormbreaker's sister's marriage to Major General Hein Bürst spread like wildfire across news stations and the internet. It was a sensational headline that captured everyone's attention, particularly because the wedding was expected to be an extravagant affair. The wedding was to be held at the prestigious Talmanesier's palace, a venue known for its historical significance and grandeur. Journalists speculated on every detail, from the guest list filled with high-profile names to the luxurious reception that was sure to be the talk of the town for years to come.To add to the excitement, a memo was circulated among top decoration brands, inviting them to apply for a $15 million contract to handle the decoration of both the reception venue and the palace. The contract was one of the most lucrative in the industry, and competition was expected to be fierce. Every top-tier decorator in the region prepared to submit their most impressive proposals, hoping to win
Mr. Davidson cleared his throat and nodded. "Exactly, that’s what we were just talking about. You know, Linda here—"Mrs. Davidson cut him off sharply, with a voice that was filled with irritation. "Why do you bother explaining what we were talking about to him?" she snapped, with her eyes glaring at Romeo. "He doesn't deserve to know anything about the wedding. It’s not his class of people who will be granted access to such an event. People like him would be outside, waiting desperately for the leftovers that fall off our feet."Linda looked at her mother with a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "Come on, Mom, that is so rude," she said, clearly upset by her mother's harsh words toward Romeo.Andrew, Mrs. Davidson's husband, leaned back in his chair, and his expression was one of agreement. "Your mother is right, Linda," he said calmly. "People Romeo just don't belong in certain circles."Mr. Davidson quickly intervened, sensing the conversation was getting too heated. "Hey, hey,
Every top decoration company had applied for the fifteen million dollar contract online, eager for the chance to decorate the wedding venue for Gabrielle Stormbreaker. The competition was fierce, with each company presenting its best designs and concepts. Linda, following her father's advice and pushing away her self-doubt, had also submitted her application. She poured her heart into it, showcasing her unique style and creativity.Linda had been feeling a bit nervous about competing against such established companies, but her father's encouragement helped her stay focused. She decided to keep up with the latest trends and enrolled in an online lecture about new decoration styles. As she listened intently, her phone rang, interrupting her focus. The caller ID showed an unknown number.Linda hesitated for a moment but then answered the call. "Hello, am I speaking with Mrs. Linda Baines?" came the voice of a woman on the other end."Yes, this is Linda Baines." She replied, feeling
Linda left the government complex, clutching the signed contract papers tightly against her chest. Her feet felt light, as if she were walking on air. She could hardly believe what had just happened. She had won the fifteen million dollar contract! She hurried back to her car, and her mind was spinning with excitement, and quickly started the engine. She needed to tell her family.As she drove through the busy streets, Linda's heart raced, but this time it wasn’t from nerves—it was from pure joy. She grinned from ear to ear, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the radio. She couldn't wait to see the look on her father's and mother’s face when she shared the news."This would certainly be a huge boost for my brand." She thought to herself. She had always dreamed of growing her decoration business, and this contract could make that dream come true. She imagined how this opportunity would open doors to even more high-profile projects. It was
General Stormbreaker sat at the head of a large, round table in the dimly lit war room. His expression was stern, and his sharp eyes were focused on the screen in front of him. Around the table, his top military chiefs sat silently, with each of them wearing a tense, focused look. They were all waiting for the briefing to begin."Let's get started," General Stormbreaker said in a deep, commanding voice.One of his officers, Colonel Hartley, pressed a button on a remote, and a large screen flickered to life. On the screen, a video began to play, showing a man in a military uniform standing confidently in front of a crowd of soldiers. It was David Gautman, the leader of the Harte Boers, their arch enemy in the ongoing war.Gautman’s voice boomed through the room. "I promise you," he said with a menacing grin, "the Mondosh forces under General Stormbreaker will face their doom. Our new weapons will bring an end to their tyranny!"The camera zoomed out to reveal rows of powerful machin
Three days later, General Stormbreaker stood atop a rocky outcrop overlooking the Harte Boer camp, with his military binoculars pressed firmly against his eyes. The early morning sun cast long shadows over the enemy encampment, revealing a flurry of activity below. With a careful eye, Stormbreaker scanned the area. He saw rows of tanks being prepared, troops moving in disciplined formations, and aircraft being loaded with ammunition. The Harte Boers were clearly gearing up for a major offensive."We have to hit them hard," Stormbreaker said, lowering the binoculars and turning to his trusted aide, Lieutenant General Thompson. His voice was low but it was filled with urgency. "We need to strike so swiftly and decisively that they'll be disoriented and unable to get to their aircraft."Lieutenant General Thompson nodded in agreement. "Yes, General. If they manage to get those aircraft airborne, it’ll be much more difficult for us. We need to keep them on the ground."General Stormbre