As Junior's eyes locked with Janet's, he braced himself for the inevitable confrontation.To his astonishment, however, Janet's demeanor was unlike anything he had experienced before. She seemed calm, almost composed, as if the fire that once fueled her bitter criticisms had been quenched."Junior," she said in a surprisingly soft tone, "I didn't mean to bump into you. I'm sorry."Junior's eyes narrowed slightly as he gauged her intentions. It was strange to see this side of her. Her apology sounded rehearsed, lacking the genuineness he had always longed for.Being the polite person he was, Junior decided not to engage in any conflict. He mustered a forced smile and replied, "No worries, Janet. Accidents happen.""It seems you just concluded your meeting with my husband and Jasmine. I must say, I didn't expect you to agree to work with us after everything that happened."Junior's eyes met hers, the emotions swirling within like a tempest. He chose his words carefully, "Well, it's just
It was the start of a new day. The sun appeared as a radiant orb. As it rose higher, it brought a sense of renewal and energy to the start of the day.Junior stood at his garage's doorway. He smelled the familiar, intoxicating blend of rich, earthy undertones, mingling with notes of leather, fuel, and a hint of polished metal. But today felt strange. He felt both excited and worried.He hadn't driven himself in a long while. Micah, who had turned out to be his ever-reliable driver, had been the one behind the wheel for countless journeys. Micah's expert hands guided the car on the roads with such accuracy that Junior was used to it. When Micah drove, the car felt like a part of him, smoothly moving through traffic like a well-practiced dance.But today was the day of the interview and Junior had granted Micah the day off. Junior knew this was his chance to reclaim the driver's seat, to rekindle the sensation of control that had slowly faded in his absence.With a deep breath, Juni
"A complaint?" Elise asked."Yes!" The lady replied.Elise's smile didn't waver as she nodded. "Of course, I'm here to help. What seems to be the problem?"The woman leaned in slightly, lowering her voice dramatically. "The cakes I bought earlier," she declared, "tasted absolutely terrible."Elise's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I'm sorry to hear that. Could you tell me which cakes you're referring to? We usually take pride in the quality of our pastries."The lady leaned in even closer, as if sharing a secret. "The chocolate cupcakes, specifically. They were so bad, I couldn't even take another bite."Elise suppressed a chuckle, finding the lady's exaggerated complaint a bit amusing. "I apologize for the inconvenience. It's quite unusual for our chocolate cupcakes to disappoint, but I appreciate your feedback."Not easily deterred, the woman straightened her posture and cleared her throat. "That's not all. This bakery has never done a promotion or a giveaway. I think it's high time
"Tomorrow will arrive soon." Those were Elise's words the previous day after Junior had gotten off the phone with Jasper.Indeed, tomorrow did arrive soon. Junior decided to arrive at the first loan company, Gifted hands, before Jasper and Jasmine.He was waiting at the gate for them when they both arrived, looking at Jasmine, he could clearly tell she had dressed to impress him.She had on a well-fitted, tailored blazer and pencil skirt in a deep, rich red color.The blazer had a slightly low-cut V-neckline, revealing just a hint of skin, while maintaining a sophisticated silhouette. She paired it with tasteful heels, minimalistic jewelry, and subtle makeup. As they got closer, Junior broke into a fake smile."Junior, we can't thank you enough," Jasmine said, her voice a mixture of gratitude and amazement. She extended her arms for a hug, instead of reciprocating, Junior shook her hand instead.Jasper's eyes shimmered with appreciation as he shook Junior's hand firmly. "Junior, yo
In the cozy living room of the Miller mansion, Junior sat with his mom and Elise. They were having a conversation about how they had spent their week and then the conversation turned to the Banks family, and Junior's frustration was palpable. "Can you believe the audacity?" he said, his voice tinged with bitterness.His mom nodded in understanding. "It's hard to forget how they treated you during those years with Jasmine," she replied, her expression a mix of sympathy and concern.Elise, holding Junior's hand, chimed in. "Absolutely. At first, their request for you to be their guarantor seemed delusional after everything they put you through. And now, they actually believe that you're going to do it, it's just crazy!"Junior sighed, memories of the past flooding back. "They made my life a living hell back then, and now they want me to step in and help? It's absurd!. Well, in a way, it's also a good thing they believe I want to help, that way, when we finalize my revenge on them, they'
Lily's eyes widened, caught off guard by the outburst. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she stammered an apology, her voice trembling. "I-I'm so sorry, ma'am."Unmoved by the apology, Jasmine's annoyance only seemed to deepen. She hissed under her breath, shooting a disdainful glance towards the still flustered Lily. Without another word, she pivoted on her heels, her designer shoes clicking against the floor, and strode away.Junior couldn't help but be amazed by the scene which had just unfolded, it looks like Jasmine was never going to change, she still looked down on those not on the social status as her, soon, she would have a taste of her own medicine.As Junior watched her walk toward him, he could bet that the dress she had on wasn't the same one she had worn to work in the morning.Crafted from a fabric that shimmers with an iridescent grace, the dress molded itself to the contours of Jasmine's body, leaving just enough to the imagination.Its neckline was a careful
It was the D day. In the heart of the elegant Miller mansion, a small party unfolded under the soft glow of chandeliers and cascading drapes. The fancy beauty inside the mansion was as stunning as the pretty gardens around it, where colorful flowers and fancy shrubs made a really amazing background.The sound of laughter and gentle music intertwined, mingling with the tinkling of crystal glasses. Guests wandered through lavishly decorated rooms adorned with exquisite paintings and antique furniture, savoring gourmet delicacies served on silver trays. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the warm glow of candles and fairy lights cast a magical ambiance, making the Miller mansion an enchanting haven for an intimate evening of conversation and connection.As the massive oak doors swung open, Mr and Mrs Chapman, together with Elise, walked in.They were greeted by Mansion Miller himself, with a welcoming smile that seemed to light up the entire foyer. Beside him stood Emily, radiatin
"That's true! I wonder why I didn't notice it sooner." Junior exclaimed, looking around to see if he may have missed them."I wonder if they changed their mind. Maybe they decided not to show up." Elise suggested.Junior scoffed, "Not to show up? That's impossible. In fact, you have to be joking.""They aren't here yet, what do you expect me to think?" Elise asked."Jasmine would rather die than not show up to this party, I'm sure her parents too. You needed to have seen her. She was way too excited when I invited her to miss it." Junior explained.Elise was about to reply when their attention was drawn to the door.It wasn't just them, everyone's attention was drawn as well.Amidst the lively atmosphere, a hush fell over the crowd as Mr and Mrs Bank, along with their impeccably dressed daughter, Jasmine, gilded towards the group like characters from another era.Dressed in evening gowns and suit that might have been more appropriate for a red carpet event, the Banks stood out like a
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