"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 day finally arrived. As the morning light trickled through the curtains, Junior's eyes slowly fluttered open. An unusual mix of excitement and trepidation settled in his chest. He had longed for this moment, the day when the final hurdle from his past would finally be overcome. As he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, a surge of determination coursed through him. Memories of the challenges he had faced, the setbacks he had endured, and the moments of doubt that had tested his resolve flashed before his mind's eye.The thought that today could mark the end of a chapter that had haunted him for years sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins. His heart raced as he went through the motions of his morning routine, each action tinged with an air of anticipation. Junior's hands shook slightly as he buttoned his shirt, a small but telling sign of the emotions swirling within him.Stepping outside, the cool breeze brushed against his face. The sun's rays warmed his skin. The fa
As one of the interviewer's gaze shifted, it settled on Mr Gift.With a slight nod, the interviewer leaned forward, his fingers intertwined. "Mr Gift," he began, his tone even, "Before the signing begins, can you share with us your reason for choosing to run a loan company?"Mr Gift's eyes flickered with a mixture of confidence and contemplation. His face, lined with experience, softened as he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of his journey. "You see," he began, a hint of nostalgia tugging at his words, "I grew up in a neighborhood where opportunities were scarce, dreams were stifled by financial constraints."His expression grew earnest, his gaze fixed on a distant memory. "I watched families struggle, talented individuals held back by lack of resources. It was as if potential was locked behind a door they couldn't open."A faint smile danced on his lips as he continued, his hands gesturing gently, painting an invisible canvas of his past. "I knew early on that I wanted to change
"That is not my voice." Jasper repeated."Can you not recognize your own voice any longer?" The female interviewer asked.Janet's voice quivered with agitation as she exclaimed, "That is not my husband's voice!" Her eyes widened, and her brows furrowed with disbelief, a mixture of fear and uncertainty evident in her tone. Her body tensed, and her hands trembled slightly as she tried to process the unsettling realization.Jasmine's brow furrowed as she leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the recording device. Her voice filled with fake calmness. With a resolute tone, she continued, "We only heard my father's voice in that recording, was he talking to himself? I mean you can't just play one part of a conversation and expect us to accept it. Who was he talking to?"The attention of the interviewers then shifted to Mr David and Mr Gift."You know very well who he was talking to, Miss Banks. But since you want everyone here to know, I'll tell you." Mr David said and then pressed his phone, t