Once Michael and Levi had gathered and organized all the information about ForgeCo's involvement in drug trading, Michael knew it was time to inform Douglas, his father's right-hand man. He wanted to ensure that the evidence ended up in the right hands. "Douglas, I have something important to share with you. It's about ForgeCo and their illegal activities," Michael began cautiously.Douglas listened intently, his brow furrowing as Michael detailed the evidence they had accumulated. "This is grave news, Michael. We cannot let these criminals go unpunished. Can I see the evidence?"Michael sent a confidential file to Douglas, who scanned its contents with increasing seriousness. "Thank you, Michael. You've done well to bring this to my attention. This is a matter that needs to be handled carefully. I will ensure the information is put in the hands of trustworthy individuals who can limit any potential backlash on ForgeCo.""We need to ensure Toby and Levi are safe and taken care of. Th
Michael had grown tired of relying on public transportation to get around. The thought of owning his own car brought a sense of freedom and independence that he desperately longed for. Determined to make that dream a reality, he decided to visit the local Porsche dealership.As he strolled into the sleek showroom, the air conditioning hit him with a refreshing blast, providing a temporary respite from the scorching heat outside. He looked around, admiring the luxurious vehicles on display, his eyes gleaming with excitement.However, dressed casually in a worn-out t-shirt and faded jeans, Michael didn't exactly fit the profile of a typical Porsche customer To make matters worse, he had arrived on his old, half-broken bike, which seemed out of place among the fancy cars.The salespeople, polished and impeccably dressed, turned their attention away from Michael and focused on the potential high-paying clients browsing nearby. They whispered amongst themselves, casting occasional glances
119The taunts of the Porsche salespeople still ringing in his ears, Michael turned on his heel and stalked out of the dealership, each step resonating with his unshakeable resolve. He didn’t need to prove anything to them, but he was tired of being underestimated. He walked across the street, his sights set on the Lamborghini dealership that beckoned invitingly.As he stepped into the Lamborghini showroom, he was greeted by a much more welcoming atmosphere. The salespeople, dressed in tasteful suits, approached him with courteous smiles and a professional demeanor, a stark contrast to the snobbish behavior he experienced at Porsche."Good afternoon, sir," one of them greeted, extending a hand. "Welcome to Lamborghini. How may I assist you today?""I'm interested in purchasing a car," Michael replied, returning the handshake. The salesman, Thomas, raised an eyebrow. "Any particular model you're interested in?"Michael shook his head, "I'd like to see your most luxurious car."Thomas'
120Michael's phone rang, the familiar ringtone breaking the stillness of the car. It was his father calling, and Michael answered with a mix of anticipation and trepidation."Hello, Dad," he greeted, trying to keep his voice calm despite the torrent of emotions swirling within him."Michael, my boy," his father, Edward, replied warmly. "I must admit, I regret finding out about your accomplishments solely through the news. It would have meant a lot to have heard it directly from you."Michael's heart sank at the words. He had been so caught up in the chaos of freeing their company from the clutches of the mafia that he had neglected to inform his father personally. "I'm sorry, Dad," he said softly. "It's been such a whirlwind, and I wanted to make sure everything was settled before sharing the news."Edward's tone softened. "I understand, son. I truly do. And let me assure you, despite the unconventional means of learning about it, I am immensely proud of what you have accomplished."
Jayna smirked, clearly enjoying every second of this encounter. "Oh, really? So you're just a sad little loner then? Pathetic," she jeered, the mockery dripping from her words. Bella, Marc, and Matthew chimed in, their laughter resounding through the restaurant."Yeah, we all know Samantha left you because you're nothing but a loser, I'm sure you even still love him," Bella added, her voice filled with scorn. The words stung, and Michael felt his blood boil.Trying to maintain his composure, Michael replied firmly, "You're mistaken. I don't love Samantha anymore, and just so you know, lately Samantha has been begging me to get back with her. And I'm not a waiter, and I don't appreciate being treated like one."Jayna's smirk only grew wider as she took in Michael's response. "Oh, look at the little reject trying to defend himself," she sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. Bella, Marc, and Matthew cackled in unison, their laughter echoing off the restaurant walls."Yeah, like
122Kick them out immediately," the owner commanded firmly. "No explanations needed. We no longer welcome their presence here."Jayna and her entourage froze in shock as the guards swiftly carried out the owner's orders, forcibly removing them from the premises. Their protests fell on deaf ears, their disbelief mounting as they were cast out without a second thought.Inside the restaurant, Michael, still taken aback by the sudden turn of events, watched as Jayna and the others were led away. He felt a mix of sympathy and satisfaction, knowing that their arrogance had ultimately led to their own downfall.As the guards escorted Jayna, Bella, Marc, and Matthew out of the restaurant, their shocked expressions quickly turned into murmurs of disbelief and confusion. Jayna, still seething with anger, spoke up, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and disbelief."This has to be some kind of coincidence," she exclaimed, barely able to contain her rage. "Michael? A big shot? More like
123Victoria's eyes sparkled mischievously as she twirled a strand of her chestnut hair. "So, what brings you to this charming little café, Michael?" she purred, leaning in closer.Michael, feeling a bead of sweat forming on his brow, cleared his throat nervously. "Oh, just meeting up with some friends," he replied, attempting to maintain his composure.Victoria's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Oh, don't worry about your friends. I'm sure they won't mind me joining you. Besides, I've been dying to catch up with you.""I appreciate your enthusiasm, but It would be best if you found another table." He said calmly.Victoria's voice dripped with playful enthusiasm. "Well, like i just said, I'm sure they won't mind if I join you. We used to be such good friends too, remember?"Michael's heart skipped a beat. He needed to think quickly. "Victoria, I appreciate the sentiment, but we're actually having a private gathering. It's important business, you know."A hint o
124Donovan watched as Victoria hurriedly left the group, his heart sinking. He couldn't understand why she was acting so distant and avoiding him. Feeling a mix of confusion and disappointment, he turned to Michael."Hey, Michael. I don't get it. Did I do something wrong? Victoria seems to be avoiding me," Donovan said, a hint of sadness in his voice.Michael sighed, realizing the impact of the situation on Donovan. "Donovan, I'm not sure what happened between you two, but it seems like there's some unresolved tension. Maybe it's best to give her some space for now," he advised, trying to be understanding.Donovan nodded, still feeling a bit hurt but willing to respect Victoria's boundaries. "Yeah, you're right. I'll try to give her some space. I just hope we can talk and clear things up soon," he replied, his voice filled with hope.Meanwhile, Robert noticed the conversation between Donovan and Michael and decided to approach them. He knew that he was partly responsible for the awkwa