"Junior, my dear, I must say, this party is simply exquisite!" Mrs Anderson exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine delight. "The decorations, the music, everything is so well put together."Junior's face lit up with pride and gratitude. "Thank you, Mrs Anderson. We're really glad you could make it."Mrs Anderson's gaze wandered around, and she inhaled deeply, her eyes closing in appreciation. "And the scent in the air... it's absolutely divine. It's like a garden in full bloom."Junior beamed and glanced at Elise, a playful yet proud look in his eyes. "You know, it was actually Elise's idea to choose the fragrance for the party."Mrs Anderson turned to Elise, her eyes widening in admiration. "Is that so? Well, my dear, you have an impeccable sense of smell. The whole place smells like a dream."Elise blushed, touched by the compliment. "Thank you, Mrs Anderson. I wanted to create an atmosphere that captured the essence of summer and celebration."Mrs Anderson nodded appreciatively
"Oh no," Elise whispered.Elise's cheeks flushed, and she turned abruptly. "I... I need to go," she said.Junior's heart sank. "Wait, Elise," he pleaded softly. "Please don't go."Elise met his gaze, "it's getting really late, I need to go fetch my parents so we can leave."Junior sighed, Reluctantly, he nodded, his disappointment evident. "Okay, I get it."Elise managed a small smile, her eyes sincere. She patted his shoulder gently before turning to walk away.As she headed toward her parents and the approaching Banks family, Junior watched her retreating figure.Janet gushed with her arms flung wide, "Oh, Junior, what an absolutely divine party you've thrown! I can hardly find the words to describe how much my family and I enjoyed ourselves!"Junior chuckled, appreciating her enthusiasm, "I'm really glad to hear that, Janet. It's been a pleasure having everyone here."Janet dramatically clasped her hands together, her eyes widening for effect. "You know, Junior, I must admit, I fel
It was Monday. As the sunlight streamed through the windows, Elise walked into the office with a radiant smile that seemed to rival the sun itself. Her heart fluttered with a mix of satisfaction and relief. The party the previous day had gone according to plan.Elise strode purposefully through the entrance, her heels clicking lightly against the polished marble floor. The buzz of the office was already in full swing, the hum of conversation and the clicking of keyboards filling the air. As she made her way to her desk, Mia, the newly employed secretary, approached her with a bright smile."Elise, I just wanted to say a huge thank you for inviting me to Mr Miller's party yesterday," Mia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.Elise paused, returning Mia's smile warmly. "Mia, it was my pleasure. I'm glad you made it and had a good time."Mia's smile widened. "I had an amazing time! It was such a great party, and I can't thank you enough for including me."Elise leaned against
"I'm glad about that." Junior said. "But for now, we have to concentrate on the tasks for today. What's the plan?" He asked."We have three meetings today. The first one starts in 5 minutes. It's Mr Peterson." Elise said.Exactly five minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Mr Peterson walked in. Greetings were exchanged and soon, they got to business.Mr Peterson, a middle-aged man with a determined look, cleared his throat before speaking, "I've come to discuss something important." "I've been considering taking out a loan," Mr Peterson continued, "to start a small bakery that I've been dreaming of for years." His eyes lit up as he described the aroma of freshly baked bread and the delight on customers' faces.Elise leaned forward, intrigued, "That sounds wonderful, Mr Peterson. My parents own a bakery, so I can relate to most of the things you mentioned. But how can we help?""I was hoping that both of you could act as guarantors for the loan," he replied earnestly. "I've
"I cannot deal with that man today, Elise, can you please meet him outside?" Junior pleaded."Sure." Elise replied with a chuckle.Mr Alan was a thorn in Junior's flesh. He knew Junior when he was still married to Jasmine.He always treated Junior kindly, as a result, when Junior assumed his position as Mansion Miller Junior, he had sought Mr Alan out and decided to help him, but it seemed his kindness was taken for granted.Several times, he had given Mr Alan money to support his family, but he always came back for more in less than a month.Junior decided to employ him as a store worker in one of his branches, unsurprisingly, Mr Alan became sick and by doctor's recommendation, he couldn't work anymore.Ever since, he had made it his duty to report to D'Miller brand and request for money. If it wasn't for his children's school fees, it was for utility bills or other expenses. Junior had offered him another job which wasn't too stressful, but he had turned it down, he was content wit
In the quiet office, Junior and Elise shared a secret smile after their intimate moment. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room. They spoke softly, exchanging light, affectionate words as they dressed, their laughter mixing with the rustling of clothes.Junior's phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen to see Micah's name flashing. Curious, he answered, "Hey Micah, what's up?"Micah's voice sounded slightly tense on the other end. "Hey Junior, there's something I need to tell you."Junior leaned back in his chair, intrigued. "Alright, spill the beans. What's going on?""It's about the Banks," Micah replied cryptically."The Banks?" Junior furrowed his brows. "What about them?"Micah hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Honestly, it's not something I can discuss over the phone. It's too sensitive."Junior's curiosity grew stronger. "Come on, Micah. You can't leave me hanging like that. Give me a hint at least."Micah sighed, clearly torn. "Jun
It was friday and the location was the conference room at the headquarters of Mr Rice.The walls were adorned with muted, abstract art that whispered of creativity and sophistication.Gathered around the table were five individuals. Junior, Elise, Mr Rice and Seated on the sides were two other business partners. The room was filled with a strong feeling of friendship and people having similar ideas.A collective nod and satisfied smiles passed among them as they finished signing the document that marked the culmination of tireless negotiations. The ink glistened under the overhead lights, an indelible testament to the commitment they shared.As the pens were set down, the atmosphere shifted from formality to camaraderie.The topic of conversation turned from legalities to the astonishing pace of the business world."The rate of change these days is astounding," Junior remarked, his eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and apprehension.Elise nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Technological
"I'm fine." Micah replied, grinning widely.He stood in front of the car, his body swaying slightly from side to side as if caught in an invisible breeze. His shoulders twitched with energy. His legs shifted back and forth, as if his excitement couldn't be contained within his frame. Micah's facial expressions danced between euphoria and bewilderment, his eyebrows arching up and down rapidly. "Are you sure about that?" Junior asked, looking skeptical."One hundred percent."Micah answered."What's with the outfit?" Elise inquired, looking at Micah from his head to his toe.Micah was dressed in a meticulously tailored suit that exuded an air of sophistication. It was a deep shade of charcoal gray. His shoes were obviously crafted from one of the finest leather, and was a testament to his attention to detail."I went to the company where I had gone for an interview last week." Micah said."What did they say? Did you get the job?" Junior asked."I did!" Micah exclaimed."Congratulatio
The warehouse which Micah and the thieves were supposed to meet Vincent Vincenzo stood in silent neglect.The creaking doors, reluctantly swaying in the breeze, echoed with a ghostly memory of bustling activity. "This place looks empty." Micah commented."Don't worry, they'll be here soon." Alan said."Waiting for me?" A voice from asked said.The four of them turned, it was Vincent Vincenzo.He emerged, clad in a tailored charcoal suit that seemed to absorb the ambient light. The sharp angles of his attire mirrored the calculating expression etched across his face. As he stepped forward, the faintest smirk played on his lips, casting an ominous shadow over the encounter.Vincent Vincenzo's demeanor shifted imperceptibly as his eyes fell upon Micah. The steely resolve in his expression gave way to a flicker of recognition, quickly replaced by a thinly veiled disdain. "What is he doing here?" Vincent asked angrily."What is who doing here?" Alan asked."Are you stupid? What is MacMa
"Vincent Vincenzo?" Junior yelled.They were sitting inside Junior's car in the parking lot at D'premium branch.Micah had arrived at work earlier than normal and he had called Elise and Junior to fill them in as usual."I can't believe it! Elise exclaimed."It all makes sense now." Junior mused. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place. His brows furrowed, and a slow, subtle grin tugged at the corners of his lips. It was the expression of revelation, a mix of surprise and understanding, etched across his face like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness."You know what? Things just got better." Junior said after a while."Everything ends today." Elise said."Everything ends today." Junior repeated in a lower tone."Here," Elise said, handing over the bag which contained the remaining two wristwatches to Micah. "Take it to them and let them lead you to Vincent, text us the address immediately you can, okay?""Okay." Micah r
Alan froze, his hand still clutching a stolen item. Sam stumbled backward, knocking over a stack of boxes. Winner, caught in the act of stuffing his bag, looked like a deer caught in headlights.Time hung suspended as Micah's gaze bore into each of them. Alan's palms grew clammy, Winner stammered incoherently, and Sam's face paled. The air was thick with tension as guilt painted their expressions, a tableau of wrongdoing.Micah's voice sliced through the silence, demanding an explanation. The three of them exchanged furtive glances, unable to conjure a convincing response. The room felt smaller, the weight of their misdeeds pressing down on them.In that stolen moment of confrontation, fear etched lines on Alan, Winner, and Sam's faces, weaving an unforeseen twist into the story of their ill-fated heist."Why are you doing this, guys?" Micah asked.Panicking, Alan stammered, "Micah, it's not what it looks like! I was just rearranging the inventory for better organization. You see, I n
"Micah, that suggestion of yours in the meeting was brilliant," Alan commended when they got to where Micah, Kelly and Sam were standing.Sam concurred by nodding appreciatively and Winner chimed in with praises for Micah.Alan then said, "Well, I must say, our suggestions were good too. Mr Black just needs to think outside of the box to see it," a hint of mischief in his eyes.Ben was able to stiffle his laugh when he heard that statement, Kelly on the other hand couldn't help the smirk that formed on her face. Curiosity flickered in Alan's gaze as he turned to Kelly. "Got something to add?" he inquired. Kelly, however, simply brushed off the question, choosing to ignore him.Sensing a hint of tension, Ben interjected with a diplomatic suggestion. "How about we all put our creative minds together over lunch? We can continue brainstorming in a more relaxed setting.""Great idea." Kelly said walking away with the others behind her.…When they entered the cafeteria, Kelly opted for a
It was almost lunch time, suddenly, the intercom crackled to life, its echo filling the bustling office."Attention, team members," a steady voice announced. "Please gather in the conference room for an important meeting. Your presence is requested promptly. Thank you." The hum of activity ceased as employees exchanged curious glances, abandoning their desks to follow the unspoken call.Micah, Kelly, and Ben huddled near the door, exchanging puzzled glances as the announcement echoed through the office, summoning all workers to the conference room. The hum of speculation buzzed in the air.Micah, with a raised eyebrow, asked, "Any idea what this meeting could be about?"Kelly, tapping her pen against her notebook, shrugged. "Could be anything. Maybe they're finally addressing the mystery of the disappearing office supplies."Micah kept mute, feigning innocence and for the second time in less than 30 minutes, he raised an eyebrow at Kelly's casual remark.Micah, maintaining his compose
It was way past closing hours and Micah was yet to see anything or be approached by anyone. He would have called it a day but he wasn't tired yet, also, he intended to fulfill his promise to Sam.To help him stay fully awake, he decided to get coffee. Thankfully, the building was empty, so he wasn't afraid of having a repeat of the incident which had happened the previous day.When he was getting closer to the storage room, Micah heard voices, he paused. The voices paused too.Micah simply shrugged and continued on his way, but then, he heard the voices again and decided to turn back.On tiptoes, Micah made his way to the door of the storage room. His hand trembled as it grasped the cold metal handle of the storage room door. The hinges creaked in protest as he slowly swung it open, revealing a scene that stole his breath. His eyes widened, pupils dilating in disbelief, as the stark fluorescent light spilled into the room, casting an eerie glow. A gasp escaped his lips, and for a mom
Micah strolled into the company. He was just about to enter his work area when he was stopped by Mr Black."Good morning Sir." Micah said. However, he got no response."I completed Janet's task yesterday. You can go and confirm if you'd like. Also, I know the incident yesterday must have painted me in a bad light, but I want to assure you, that is not who I am. It was an accident, I am not clumsy and what happened yesterday will never repeat itself again."Mr Black just kept on staring at him, so he asked "Can I go now?" He didn't feel comfortable under the manager's intense scrutinizing gaze."Micah, what are you really doing here?" Mr Black finally asked."I beg your pardon?" Micah replied."I said, what are you really doing here?" The manager asked again.Micah's palms grew clammy as his manager's piercing gaze bore into him. The air seemed to thicken as he fumbled for words, anxiety tightening his throat. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, betraying the composed facade he had
"I have and in the most unfortunate circumstances." Micah replied.Letting out a chuckle, Kelly said, "I doubt there's anyone in this company who met Janet in fortunate circumstances. However, I'd like to hear your own unfortunate encounter, tell me all about it."Micah proceeded to tell her what had truly happened and when he was done, Kelly scoffed."There was really no point trying to explain your side of the story to Mr Black." She said."Why? What do you mean?" Micah asked curiously."For one thing, it's a known secret that Janet and Mr Black are in a relationship." Kelly answered.Micah's eyes shot up as realization dawned on him. "No wonder." He mused."Mr Black will always take Janet's side. So I'll advise you to try and avoid further encounters with her. Also, it's best if you head to her table first. In Fact, go right now and should also go along with two cups of coffee, you're going to need them." Kelly advised."And why's that?" Micah asked."Knowing Janet, I can confident
Micah was tired. He never knew packaging wristwatches could be that stressful.Micah's eyes, which had been vibrant and full of life just that morning, now held the heavy burden of exhaustion. Deep, dark circles etched beneath them, telling a tale of his need to sleep and his restlessness. Shoulders slouched, as if carrying the weight of the world, Micah moved with a sluggish rhythm, each step echoing the struggle against the invisible forces pulling him down.He was thirsty and decided to get water. And coffee as well, to help him stay awake for the remaining one hour before his closing time for the day.He had gotten his drinks and was on his way back when the least thing he was expecting happened.His mind was consumed by the need to finish his packaging before closing hours, he rounded a corner only to collide with a lady adorned with vibrant red hair who had been walking too fast. The collision unfolded in an unfortunate symphony of mishap. The contents in Micah's hands, water