Gunther found himself constantly watching the news stations, his eyes fixed on the screen in anticipation of the coveted information – the revelation of the host and date for the Billionaires' Year Party. Every day, he was really curious, always looking forward to something exciting. On the other hand, Richard didn't seem to care much about his son's constant questions, casually ignoring the curiosity that made Gunther's daily routine interesting.Gunther eagerly wanted to get a peek into the exclusive world of billionaire events.Despite Gunther's prominent position as the CEO of the Young company, a notable absence prevailed – his face. On the vast landscape of the Internet, where information flowed freely, his visage remained hidden. People, not able to associate a face with the name, thought Gunther was just another name for Richard Merald Young. As Gunther indulged in his morning breakfast, the resonance of the news anchor's voice grabbed his attention. "And today on business
The realization settled in, and Gunther, now confronted with the implications of his snap judgment, felt a twinge of embarrassment. "I... I thought he was just a servant," he stuttered, his words a feeble attempt to reconcile his misconceptions with the new information.With a measured tone, Richard introduced the enigmatic newcomer. "This is Michael, and he's not just your ordinary servant; he's your new companion in the business world," Richard declared, his words carrying a weight that hinted at the significance of this unexpected addition to the Young household. As Richard turned away, he gestured for both Gunther and Michael to follow him.The three of them made their way to the meeting room within the mansion, a space that had witnessed countless discussions and decisions that shaped the trajectory of the Young family's legacy. Sitting at the shiny table, with a feeling that secrets were about to come out, they got ready for a talk that would explain Michael's surprising part
Talking about the big spending suggested a dedication to luxury and a silent hope for an event that would be even more impressive than previous Billionaires' Year Parties but what would he gain?."But Dad, that's a fortune you spent just for a hall," Williams exclaimed, his disbelief evident in his voice.In a surprising twist, Williams' father responded in a harsh tone, dismissing his son's skepticism. "You dumb ass, shut your trap you call a mouth. The fashion designer would be here to collect your measurements and that of your liability, Ariel, so get ready," Richard retorted, his words laced with an uncharacteristic harshness. The mention of Ariel as a "liability" elicited a disrespectful look from Williams, a palpable sign of the strain in their relationship. Williams, feeling the weight of his father's words, walked out, leaving the room charged with unresolved tensions and unanswered questions.Amidst the lavish setting of The Drake's mansion, the air buzzed with anticipation
As the eagerly anticipated day, which had seemed to seem to be far from reaching, drew closer. The countdown to the Billionaires' Year Party, a spectacle of opulence and extravagance, had gripped everyone, Gunther was really looking forward to it, even though he didn't seem to have permission to go.Gunther was secretly involved in some activities. His strong desire to be part of the fancy event motivated him. Without the rest of the household knowing, Gunther was doing careful research, trying to understand all the details of The Drake's big party preparations.He concentrated on figuring out when to hire caterers, bouncers, gatekeepers, and all the workers needed for the big event. Gunther worked on the details of event logistics and hiring people, all online.Gunther, seated at the breakfast table, engaged in a quiet repast. The early hour, a departure from his usual routine, seemed to pique the curiosity of his father, Richard, who observed the scene with a subtle sense of astoni
In a moment of vulnerability, Gunther, gathering courage, responded, "Um, I'm sorry, sir, but I genuinely need this job. My education hinges on it." He handed over his CV, hoping that the documented details would speak louder than his trembling demeanor.The interviewer perused Gunther's CV with a measured scrutiny, seemingly oblivious to any discrepancies within the carefully crafted document. Unbeknownst to the interviewer, the revelation of Gunther's dependency on the job carried an undercurrent of emotional weight – an unintentional yet potent form of appeal.As the interviewer contemplated Gunther's plea, a subtle realization dawned: this was more than a mere job application. The education card, played earnestly by Gunther, triggered a compassionate chord within the interviewer. "His school depends on the job; I shouldn't deny him this opportunity," the internal monologue suggested, unveiling the nuanced dynamics of the audition process.The interviewer, having perused Gunther's
Richard decided to take a break from arguing. "I won't argue with you today, son," he said, his serious tone showing how important this was. He put his hand on Gunther's shoulder, expressing care and a wish to understand.Gunther, torn between resisting and doing what his family expects, looked at his dad with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "I appreciate your restraint, father," Gunther replied, his words carrying a nuanced acknowledgment of the temporary truce. "But there are things I must navigate on my own, choices I need to make without the shadows of our surname looming over every decision.”The big day everyone was waiting for had arrived. A billionaire’s party was set to start at 6pm and go on until morning. The hardworking staff, including waitresses and waiters, were ready to start at 3 p.m., making sure everything was perfectly organized for the evening celebration.As the clock inexorably ticked towards the designated hour, it was precisely 2:20 p.m. Gunther, knowin
When Gunther got there, dressed in simple white and black, he got off his prized power bike. The difference between his quiet entrance on the powerful bike and his seemingly simple clothes added more mystery to his arrival. The workers didn't realize the importance of the bike, making Gunther an intriguing figure blending luxury and being low-key.Despite the covert grandeur of his entrance, some workers, perhaps unaware of the power bike's value, cast disparaging glances at Gunther for arriving on a motorcycle.They didn't realize the smart thinking behind this – a planned choice for moving quickly and with a touch of subtle style at the event. On the other hand, workers who chose regular transport unintentionally highlighted a clear difference in their views. The power bike, now quietly parked with other vehicles, showed Gunther's skill in making an unexpected entrance that intrigued people and added to his mysterious aura.To everyone's surprise, Gunther stood out as the sole wait
Quietly moving towards the door, Gunther left behind an intriguing vibe.The momentum of Gunther's thoughts was abruptly halted when a figure caught his eye – a woman dressed in a sharply tailored suit, the fabric clinging snugly to her form, revealing a surprising display of well-defined muscles. His scrutiny extended beyond the attire, his gaze focused keenly on her face, which, intriguingly, seemed obscured as if behind a pair of glasses that heightened the air of mystique.A hushed exclamation escaped Gunther's lips as recognition dawned on him. "Jane?" he muttered, the revelation stirring a cocktail of surprise and curiosity within him. Jane, ostensibly one of his subordinates, now stood before him as a formidable enigma. Little did the onlookers know that beneath the veneer of a meticulously tailored suit lurked the persona of a Mafia lord, adding an unexpected layer of complexity to the unfolding narrative.Jane, seemingly impervious to the stir her presence caused, stood in