The room buzzed with excitement as Donovan directed everyone to the front of the room. Chairs were pushed aside, creating a large open space. "Alright everyone," he called out, "it's time for a game of 'Remember When'." A collective cheer erupted from the crowd, everyone eager to relive their high school days, except for Michael. He stood awkwardly at the back, a sense of dread pooling in his stomach. Donovan took charge of the game, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, let's see...where should we start?" He paused, a smirk playing on his lips before turning his gaze towards Michael. "Ah, yes, Michael. Remember when you tried to ask Victoria to the prom but ended up tripping and falling flat on your face?" Laughter erupted and Victoria shot Michael a look of disgust. "Oh, I remember that," she snorted, "it was priceless." The room filled with laughter at her comment, each chuckle a dagger to Michael's heart. Undeterred by the cringe on Michael's face, Donovan continued, "And who
James realized that Michael had stormed out of the room, his angry footsteps echoing down the hallway. Concern flooded James, pushing him to act quickly. Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed outside in search of his troubled friend. And there, on the front porch, stood Michael, seething with a mix of fury and hurt."Michael, wait!" James called out, his voice laced with urgency. "Where are you going?"The anger simmering within Michael was palpable as he turned to face James. "I can't stand being around them anymore, James. They're relentless with their mocking," he spat, his voice trembling with pent-up emotions.A flicker of understanding danced in James' eyes as he reached out a comforting hand. "I understand how hurtful it is," he began gently, "but running away won't solve anything. Come back inside and face them head-on."Michael's body trembled with conflicting emotions. The idea of confronting those heartless, despicable people filled him with both dread and a desperate ne
"Donovan, I won the jackpot! Who's the real winner now?" said Michael with a victorious smirk. The crowd was stunned, and Donovan was fuming with anger. He couldn't believe he had let Michael win the grand prize."Feeling less confident now, huh?" taunted Michael, turning to Donovan with a triumphant smile.Donovan, his face red with anger, shouted, "How did you win? This wasn't supposed to happen!"Michael chuckled and replied, "Well, Donovan, sometimes luck is on my side. Looks like it's not your day."Donovan's teeth ground together in frustration, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Impossible," he muttered to himself, storming towards the wheel. He gave it a furious spin.But as soon as he turned the wheel, a bucket of stinking rotten fish water fell from above and poured over his head. Donovan's face contorted in disgust and anger as his clothes were drenched in fishy water. "Yuck!"Stunned silence gave way to raucous laughter. "Oh, Donovan, you smell like my grandma's week-old se
Three days later, Edward called Michael, who was still fast asleep. Startled by the ringing phone, Michael groggily answered, "Hello?"His father's authoritative voice resonated through the phone, "Michael, it's Edward. I have some news for you."Rubbing his eyes, Michael replied, "What is it, Dad?"Edward informed him, "Mr. Weller, the Marketing Director of Vanguard Industries who was supposed to accompany you, had an unexpected issue. Therefore, I want you to present yourself as the new Marketing Director of Vanguard Industries for the contract signing."Confused and still half-asleep, Michael protested, "But Dad, I'm not prepared for this. I don't even know the details of the contract! Can't we reschedule?""No time for that now, Michael. I've already informed them you'll be there. You have to represent the company." Edward said.Without giving Michael a chance to argue further, Edward abruptly hung up. Annoyed and reluctantly accepting his situation, Michael grumbled as he got out
Chapter 31Stepping out of the elevator, Donovan's eyes were incontinently drawn to Michael, who was standing at the event office. The sight of him caused a boo to grow on Donovan's face."Michael?" Donovan's voice echoed across the spacious hotel lobby, filled with a mixture of surprise and disdain. "What on earth are you doing here loser?" Donovan spat.Michael turned, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of Donovan." I could ask you the same thing, Donovan," he riposted, trying to keep his voice steady." But it seems you've formerly made yourself relatively comfortable then."Within seconds, Michael made the connection, Donovan was to be the front office manager of Luminous Plaza Hotel. What an awful coincidence! Donovan approached him, his smirk widening. "Oh, I'm more than comfortable, Michael. This is my place. I run things here." Donovan gestured around grandly, indicating the opulent hotel lobby. "Didn’t expect to see me here, did you?"Michael clenched his jaw, his eyes
Chapter 32Donovan's demeanor changed instantly as he walked towards her with open arms, "Victoria, my love. I've missed you."Michael watched in disbelief as Donovan showered Victoria with affection, completely forgetting about him. He couldn't help but feel annoyed at how heartless Donovan was and how easily he could switch his emotions on and off.Victoria, the epitome of grace and elegance, sauntered towards them in her 10-centimeter heels. Her beauty was even more radiant today. As she reached Donovan, she leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. Donovan reciprocated, and for a moment, Michael was left stunned. Were they a couple now?The receptionist, Linda, stood behind the front, her eyes fixed on Victoria and Donovan as they shared passionate kiss in the lobby. She couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy mixed with a tinge of disgust. Nearby, Lisa, the head of the cleaning department, also sneakedances at the couple, her features twisted with a sense of bitterness."Oh my
Chapter 33The luxurious suite of the Luminous Plaza Hotel was filled with the soft murmur of jazz music. In the center of the room, a burly man with a stern face, Mr. Rockefeller, the CEO of the hotel, was seated on a plush couch. A pretty blonde woman was nestled in his lap, her lips pressed against his in an attempt to soothe his nerves. Just as he was beginning to enjoy the distraction, his phone vibrated on the glass coffee table."Damn it," he muttered, gently pushing the woman off his lap. She yelped as her bottom hit the cold marble floor."Ouch! What's the problem?" She cried. Ignoring her cry, he reached for the phone. The caller ID read 'Mr. Ventura'. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Michael was supposed to be at a meeting with him, not calling him."Sir?" he answered, his voice gruff. "Mr. Rockefeller," Michael's voice came through, sounding strained. "I've been thrown out of the hotel.""What?" A gasp escaped Mr. Rockefeller's lips as he shot up from the couch, his f
34The gasps of disbelief and confusion echoed through the room like a tidal wave, rippling amongst the employees. They exchanged bewildered glances, some shaking their heads in sheer disbelief. Linda's name was whispered like a curse, as if the very mention of it tarnished the reputation of the Luminous Plaza Hotel.With her head bowed in shame, Linda quickly packed her stuffs, the sound of her stuffs were the only noises heard in the lobby. The silence stretched on, stillness suffocating the room, until finally, the whispers of disbelief and confusion broke the surface, like a cacophony of voices in hushed tones."What is happening?" one voice asked, filled with confusion."I never would have expected this," someone else replied, their disbelief dripping from each word.More voices joined the conversation, each person trying to piece together the fragments of a puzzle that had suddenly been shattered. Doubt, like an unwelcome guest, had slithered its way into their midst, casting unc