Rahman stood up from the bed. The spot he placed his feet on instantly had a dent like a medium-sized meteorite had descended from the sky and landed on that place. Rahman looked down at the hole and frowned. He walked to one of the huge windows in the room. The grounds shook with each step he took. It is very obvious now that this isn't the Rahman we know. Who is this? Why does he look so powerful and evil? What has he done to the previous Rahman, the original owner of the body? What are his true intentions? He got to the window and let out a small opening. As soon as his palm shot out again, a dark cloud formed outside creating a hurricane. It was a harmless one. Rahman watched it. When he got bored of how harmless the hurricane looked, he made it envelope into a bigger one and released it into the city to cause havoc. He actually has the powers to create hurricanes? Who exactly is he? Stroking his chin, he looked out and said,"Which world is this?" He scanned thro
Zayn noticed the spurious smile on Faruq's face when he nodded to Shaquille's request like he was okay with it. As he led Zayn to the departments, it left the latter wondering why he accepted to show him around when he was clearly not so happy with it. "This is the finance department. The production department. The..." Faruq went on and on, leading him to so many departments that he lost count. At last, he was led to an office. It is decorated to one's taste and unlike Khalid's darker colors, this one had beautiful colors of purple. As Zayn sat down, Faruq wondered what next he was supposed to do. He was the one that directed the research himself when Khalid instructed him to find out what Zayn learnt abroad. He knows clearly more than anyone else that the second young master has literally no knowledge in business. So what was the chairman thinking, bringing a quack to the company?! While he was thinking of this, Zayn spoke,"The paperwork." "Huh?" He snapped out of
However, despite what they thought, Rahman simply walked forward to the one that had asked the question. Everyone sucked in a deep breath as they waited for the man's head to roll on the floor. "Haha!" They looked up when Rahman suddenly laughed. Everyone was stunned. While they were doing this, they didn't know that the one standing in front of them was searching through the memories of the previous owner of the body to find out why he hated this unknown Lord Z. "When he took the business world by storm years back, he caused so many businesses to dwindle including my father's. That led to my dad's unexpected illness that eventually killed him and left me orphaned." A hush fell upon the room. Everyone looked at each other. They didn't know this was the reason. They thought like others, he only wanted to capture Lord Z to make him a business slave. "Now tell me, why should I let such a brutal man live?" Rahman yelled. "When I capture him, I am going to sell him to be
"You can't sit there!" The director stood up and pointed at Zayn. "Have you no respect at all? Did no one ever tell you that when elders are talking, juveniles aren't allowed to join?" "Director Hassan!" Shaquille felt offended. The director didn't relent. He glared at Zayn who just sat down like he didn't even hear anything. The director furiously turned to others who gave him subtle signs to sit down. Actually, they had all rushed here today because they heard that the chairman had gotten a new Ceo and even had Khalid removed as the vice president. They felt it sounded absurd at first. Why will the chairman elect a Ceo without their consent? And why will he remove Khalid who has been an active member of the board members? But the news was singlehandedly delivered to them by Farah, the chairman's mistress herself. Why would she lie about such critical matters? "Forgive my manners. I haven't had a chance to introduce my son, Zayn Sultan." The directors excha
"Deal!" A shocked silence fell upon the room. Shaquille stood up. "Are you crazy?!" He breathed heavily as he looked at Zayn with angry eyes. Zayn pretended to be oblivious and turned to the three directors that seemed to be targeting him. Director Hassan, director Quam and director Malik. "But... What if I win?" The directors looked at each other with confused expressions. "What's in it for me? What do I get?" "You get to stay in the company," Director Hassan answered shamelessly. A low murmur rang out between the remaining directors. They felt director Hassan was being unfair. Zayn gets kicked out of the company and loses his inheritance if he loses. But if he wins, he gets to stay? That's just too unfair. But who are they to object? These directors are senior directors. Why they seem to dislike Zayn is unknown. Zayn shook his head sideways to indicate 'no'. "You three get kicked out of your seats too and in future, you won't be allowed to step into the
Once it was done, it threw the other party into a frenzied confusion while the system in front of Zayn began to transmit their info. When two bold words appeared, Zayn's brows furrowed. "Abu Dhabi?" Even the employees murmured. The virus had attacked the other party's IP address and revealed their location. Salim exchanged a look with Zayn. Did they offend anyone from Abu Dhabi recently? But while the system was still transmitting the info, Zayn turned away. This was a trivial matter. Compared to the one Sultan's empire is facing. "Follow me," He dismissed the employees and gestured at Salim. The female employees felt reluctant to leave but they couldn't disobey their boss' orders. "Did you hire anyone from Abu Dhabi recently?" Zayn questioned as they walked to the Ceo's office. "A lot," Salim gave a curt reply. "I was thinking it was an insider job but alas... We can't possibly suspect every employee from Abu Dhabi." Zayn stroked his chin. "Instruct someone
"Boss, the bug was able to transmit some of their conversation. Seems like Lord Z is searching for some kind of info and will head to a florist shop tomorrow," the man sitting in front of a huge system spoke as he turned his swiveling chair around to face Rahman and the other men. Rahman frowned. "A florist shop? Which florist shop? Why would Lord Z search for info at a florist shop?" The man shrugged. "Their voices were pretty low. The bug only managed to pick up the loudest part of their conversation so I can't really say the exact info he is searching for. But I can dispatch men to keep a lookout at every florist shop in the city." Rahman nodded and waved his hands to indicate 'yes'. "I didn't expect that brat would be so smart to decode our firewall and attack our systems. But luckily, you were able to plant the spy bugs on time." "Boss, it's done," Another man informed Rahman. "Then tomorrow, we'll strike when he least expects it."**** The next day, Zayn went to th
Zayn walked out of the florist shop with the bouquet in one hand and his phone in the other. He thought of the message again and decided to call Salim. However as he moved closer to the car and raised his phone to key in Salim's contact, he felt furry footsteps around him. He paused and listened to the sound. He realized that the men hiding in the shadows already came out and were slowly surrounding him. So they were really here for him. Why? He, as Lord Z, has offended a lot of people but Zayn Sultan didn't... And he is here today as Zayn Sultan. Who sent them? "Hey!" The men yelled when he quickly evaded the first hit and slapped the man that attacked hard with the flower bouquet. The flowers scattered on the ground just as the man fell down. Flowers aren't supposed to do much harm but Zayn exerted quite a huge amount of force which caused the unsuspecting man to bleed. "Get him!" Someone else yelled. The other townies passing by ran away for safety. Swoosh! Z