"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
In a low tune, Jasmine asked, "Why? What about me?" Jasmine's once luminous eyes now glistened with desperation, just like a flickering streetlamp's feeble light.Her lips, usually curved in a smirk, were now tightly pressed together, quivering with an unspoken fear.Junior's face contorted into a mixture of furrowed brows and puzzled eyes as he tried to process Jasmine's question "What about you?" He replied. His response held a hint of bewilderment, reflecting his uncertainty about the context of her question."Do you still love me? You've been acting all sweet and caring and nice. I thought you still loved me." Jasmine replied. Her voice quivered slightly, a mixture of hope and uncertainty echoing in her words. Her wide eyes held a look of longing, searching Junior's face for any signs of affirmation. Her tone was delicate yet firm, as if she was seeking reassurance from him."Now why would you think that?" Junior asked, the look of bewilderment still plastered on his face."You k
"Wow, that was quite the revelation." The second interviewer commented."But, Mr Miller, I remember quite frankly the interview you granted at your party. When you were asked about love, you sounded like someone who's love. Are you in love with anyone at the moment?" The female interviewer asked."I am." Junior answered.The look of surprise on everyone's face was evident. They were all curious to know who the lucky woman was to have charmed the city's youngest and wealthiest CEO."Do we know who this special lady is?" The first interviewer asked.Junior's eyes light up with excitement and admiration as he's asked about the special lady in his life."As a matter of fact, everyone does." Junior answered.A warm smile graces his lips, revealing the depth of his feelings. With a hint of nostalgia, he begins to paint a vivid picture with his words."Well, you know, the special lady in my life is someone truly remarkable. She's not just anyone, she's my closest friend, my confidante, and t
It has been a week. 7 days had passed but still, it seemed the media wasn't about to allow the Banks family to have any rest.Every day, there was always something concerning them in the paper, magazine or on a blog.It ranged from "Prominent Banks Family Faces Financial Ruin Amid Proof of Greed" "Once Prosperous Banks Dynasty Crumbles as Greed Takes Its Toll" "Greed-Fueled Decisions Spell Doom for Banks Family Empire" "Banks Family Fortune Dwindles as Greed Becomes Their Undoing" "How the Banks Family's Pursuit of Wealth Resulted in Their Downfall, and so on.It was Sunday evening and the Miller's had invited the Chapman's to join them for dinner.The spacious veranda of the Miller's served as the backdrop for the evening's festivities. Its wooden deck was adorned with elegant table settings, each gleaming with polished silverware and delicate crystal glasses. A centerpiece of freshly picked wildflowers graced the center of the long table, their vibrant hues echoing the beauty of
It was Monday again. The morning sun cast a warm glow through the tall glass windows of D'Miller brand, illuminating the sleek desks and bustling employees. As the clock ticked closer to 9 AM, the usual hum of activity was momentarily disrupted by a hushed excitement that rippled through the workspace. All eyes turned to the entrance as Elise walked in, her presence immediately commanding attention.The workers exchanged curious glances, their hushed whispers filling the air. Whispers of realization, of connections being made. It had been a week since the revelation that Elise was not just any representative of their renowned boss, but in fact, his girlfriend. The news had spread through the office like wildfire, leaving a trail of speculation and fascination in its wake.Elise, usually composed and confident, appeared almost seemingly unaware of the sudden shift in attention. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face with a natural elegance. With each step, the soft c