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
After a dramatic pause, Junior continued, "The reason I called this meeting today is to talk about my relationship with my representative and girlfriend, Elise Chapman."As Junior's words hung in the air, the employees' hearts raced. They exchanged glances with their colleagues.Thoughts raced through their minds. Could this be real? Is he serious about Elise? How did none of us know about this? A wave of curiosity and concern washed over them as they tried to piece together the implications of this revelation. The employees grappled with conflicting feelings, torn between their professional responsibilities and the sudden personal connection between Junior and Elise. How would this dynamic change the team's dynamics? Can Elise remain unbiased in her role as a representative? Amidst the internal debate, they struggled to maintain their composure, their gaze locked on Junior as he navigated the reactions around the room. Each passing second seemed to stretch into eternity, as they br
Junior and Elise took a trip to the Miller family beach house. It was Thursday and they decided to start their weekend early.Nestled upon a gentle rise of golden sand, the Miller family beach house stood as a sanctuary of relaxation and joy. A charming two-story structure with weathered shingles, it boasted a whitewashed exterior that glistened in the sunlight. The house was surrounded by a flourishing garden, where vibrant flowers danced in the coastal breeze. Tall sea grasses swayed gracefully at the edges of the property, creating a natural boundary between the Miller's haven and the sprawling beach beyond. A small trail from the front of the house to the beach made it easy to take relaxing walks by the water. Thick mounds of sand with sea oats and wildflowers kept the house separated from the beach, keeping the shoreline looking beautiful.The rhythm of the waves provided a soothing soundtrack to the days, lulling one into a state of tranquility as they basked in the sun or gat
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