Marcel's boy is drenched in sweat while his heart beats heavily as Ana explains the sequence of events. Marcel feels intimidated by Lady Alice, who appears cold and unapproachable, along with her escorts.
Lady Alice is impeccably dressed with her goggles perfectly positioned and a noticeable pink lipstick on her otherwise makeup free face. One might question if she ever smiles, but that is a question best left for her staff and associates to answer.Madam Alice Ellanor is the exclusive proprietor of Dove Company, which operates numerous boutique branches nationwide. Lady Alice, a divorced woman who faced business challenges at a young age, is renowned for her unwavering determination and intimidating demeanor.Standing at a modest height of five feet six inches, her imposing presence is quite uncommon. It is impressive to see someone of her stature take charge and ensure the success of her company. She was recently listed as one of the most powerful and famous women by Forbes.She is a very busy woman but she makes it paramount to personally pay visits to her numerous branches in every twelve months interval. Her visit to her company and its branches is always unannounced hence she is well known for her catchy entrance and ability to take everyone unaware including the manager who for this branch is Mr Enzo.After hearing from her staff, the receptionist to be precise she dramatically stared at Marcel from head to toe in a disdainful manner. She felt angry instantly and was about to let the hell lose when she beheld the shiny looking object on Marcel's hand.Her attention was bought and was enslaved as she admires the golden card. She was forced to ask the good question,"How did you get this card?" Her question did not quite rhyme with her facial expression. Her tone was this time quite gentle and careful but her countenance still maintained the flaccid expression it had earlier."Is a gift from my grandfather" Marcel replied nonchalantly."And who is your grandfather?" She askedThe whole beings in the room were engulfed and surprised by the sudden change of pace and tension."No need for all this question, can't you see that he is criminal?" Jenkins said vehemently in anger. He was already impatient and hated the fact that lady Alice is acting funny."Am sorry I can't give away such information" Marcel replied while he counted his words so as not to appear imprudent.Marcel's response elicited some uncensored reaction from the staff including Alice's escort. No one dares answer the iron lady in such a manner and be the same again.History had it that she once brought a well known billionaire, Mr Rufus da Silva, a Portuguese -american business tycoon who is well known for his infidelity, scandals and misogynistic personality. Well his promiscuous reputation came to an abrupt end when he met lady Alice in a business meeting. He insulted and assaulted the then young lady, this happened during the time that she divorced her husband. It is sad for her but as the story had it, Rufus had his day but Alice had him until this day. This tale skyrocketed her to godlike status, always referred to as Athena, the Greek goddess.Alice felt bad by Marcel's response coupled with the harsh and condemning voices from Grace, Jenkins and the crowd.She would have taught Marcel a lesson that he won't forget but the card that the young lad has in possession was something she has come across before hence she must be very scrupulous in making her judgements.Alice at this juncture was faced with a difficult moment. She either put Marcel to his place and be recognized as the tough powerful woman that she is or let Marcel be and have a taint on her immaculate and glorified reputation.Alice could recall her days as a salesgirl in a boutique shop. It was a sunny day, she was very tired, just after doing some sales but yet her manager was on her neck yelling and shouting. They say "they are as proud as a peacock" well, you will be forgiven to say that but when you meet Lord Gregory Alan, the then manager and boss to Alice you would entirely have a different perspective of the peacock being synonymous to pride. That should be left for Lord Gregory, the 8th prince of Wintergreen.Alice served and worshiped him with all her heart and strength but everything changed on that very day that an old looking man who had escorts behind him stepped into the building. Everyone worshiped him like a god, the reason for that she never knew but she was thrown off balance when she beheld his boss bowing in respect and reverence. He literally prostrated like his life would be gone on a single snap of finger from the man. The discussion they had she never knew but she couldn't forget the card which was bored on a black ancient box. The story and gossip behind the mysterious man was too big to be true for her but she learnt one thing that day and that's, her boss was as human as she was."Madam, I think you're being considerate here but that shouldn't be so, he should be sent out or made to pay for his attempt to swindle you" Grace said trying to cajoling the woman to make her judgment.Alice felt angry instantly but this time it wasn't for Marcel but for the two self righteous accusers, Grace and Stefan Jenkins. "Try the card again " Alice said with conviction to the dismay of everyone."Madam I think you are making a huge mistake here, this church rat here can't even pay for a meal worth $20 dollars let alone…""Hold it there young man, Mr Jenkins right? I will tolerate your unwanted interference because of your father but don't push me to the wall" Alone reprimands while pointing at him.She won't allow some two brats to bring about her downfall. She only endured the couple because of her relationship with their fathers but that won't prevent her from giving them a bizarre piece of her if they continue to intrude.She clears her throat and said"Please come with me young man"Marcel was surprised by the sudden change of heart but kept mute. Everyone in the building was left behind in their confusion as the two went up with the help of the elevator.Grace and Stephan were hurt the most, they could feel their heart bleeding but that was until they saw the two laughing as they got down from the elevator. Everyone was perplexed and awed by the turnout of the event including the escort and staff. "Is this our boss laughing? or are my eyes playing tricks on me?""For Christ sake! Who the fuck is this lad?""This can't be the stone, cold and ugly Alice, she has never smiled but here she is laughing'Everyone went bizarre as there were multiple and untold reactions.The receptionist was stunned like one stinged by a bee. She watched as her life, job and career was being weighed on a scale. Finally, her beautiful and valuable experience has finally failed her, she has messed with the wrong chap and in a few minutes her fate will be decided.For Grace and Stephan, their hearts were bleeding but on seeing this they felt their graceful ego being punctured and for Stephan, this will be the second time that Marcel is outwitting him. They were reduced to their skeletons when Marcel stared at them with a beautiful smile while Lady Alice glared at them."Ana, we are very sorry but our journey together comes to an end here""Please ma, don't.." she pleads while kneeling before Marcel and Lady Alice."Please remove her from my presence. Miss Becky, you are hereby promoted to her position," Lady Alice declared as she departed.Miss Becky exclaimed in shock, unable to believe what she was seeing. To go from being on the verge of losing her job to being promoted by the boss herself was beyond her wildest dreams.She knew that it was all thanks to the underestimated customer. He had truly turned out to be a blessing in disguise. She couldn't help but imagine how her jealous colleagues would react to now being under her authority - it would be like something out of a fairytale, a modern-day Cinderella story.With gratitude in her heart, she fell to her knees and expressed her thanks to the unexpected benefactor."Rise to your feet, you have reaped what you have sown," Marcel said softly before he departed, leaving his doubters to contemplate their words in shame.Grace and Stephan slinked away, covered in humiliation. This time, they would return home as losers, carrying with them a ta
The man eventually turned around as the boy whom he believed to be the host had not yet taken his briefcase, which he was holding out in his hand. He shifted his gaze to Marcel after sharing another affectionate kiss with his flirtatious girlfriend. 'Excuse me! Are you alright? Please take this briefcase off my hands.' Once again, Marcel remained silent, patiently waiting for his turn in the queue. 'How may we assist you, sir?' the receptionist inquired upon noticing the disagreement between the two gentlemen. 'How can you help me when this incompetent individual, whom you consider as staff, can't even carry my briefcase?' He expressed his annoyance.'I apologize, sir, but I don't believe he is a staff member here. Our staff would not dress so poorly, and we have our own uniform,' she responded, giving Marcel a disdainful look. This clearly indicated that she recognized Marcel as the maintenance guy. How could she not? Marcel had been forcefully and shamefully removed from the hot
"That should be $240 million dollars" Ruby replies"Oh God, madam don't tell me you believe this …whatever " the security personnel laments in disbelief."Let's see," he said with a mean look as he brought out his card, a card like no other. The card landed on Ruby's hand. Everyone was surprised, one could sense their trepidation and uncertainty.'could it be that this guy is a rich folk, no it just can't be. He is just bluffing ''I will make sure he pays if this transaction declines. I will make sure he is disgraced and dragged out just like the other time' the guard thought to himself'hmmm, uhm.. a mere maintenance guy whose girlfriend left for another guy. Heaven knows how he came about this beautiful card.'This was the thought racing through their minds.Ding[$240 million transfer successful] the machine readsA hubbub occurred and what they saw eclipsed they imagination'$240 million! from a nonentity for food only, nonentity! I should be careful with what I say because he m
Marcel left the hotel building, heading back to his hostel. On his way just after stepping out from the cab he saw a beautiful familiar figure though he was yet to see the face of this figure, he could tell that he had seen the person before but where?. Marcel asks himself. He decided to ignore his curiosity and was about to take the east side wing of the road, a path leading to his hostel when he caught a suspicious guy whose movement appeared eerie and suspicious. The tall, agile looking man was on a hood, just a few steps behind the beautiful lady who was busy conversing to a handsome looking matured boy who is quite older than Marcel.Marcel felt a sense of premonition as he halted to ascertain the possible vulgar intention of the creepy looking guy. Marcel is a very good observer, he also has a trait of being a detective and would have ventured into the profession if not for his sudden love for business and its related activities.At this juncture he could tell that the hoodie l
"It would exacerbate Marcel's emotional pain if he succumbs to the temptation of engaging in a fight," said Marcel to himself. He departed from the scene feeling disappointed but not ashamed.Marcel returned to the hostel, seeking rest due to fatigue. However, he was greeted by the unsightly appearance of the room. The room emitted an odor reminiscent of alcohol, as scattered bottles on the floor confirmed the unpleasant smell.Unmentionables and clothing were strewn about the room near the beds. It was evident that his roommate had recently engaged in revelry.Marcel felt disappointed, but he realized he had no other choice. Should he confront them? No, that would only result in his expulsion from the room.His only alternative was to expedite his search for a new residence and leave them to their unruly lifestyles. He had grown accustomed to this behavior, particularly on weekends, when they would leave the area in a chaotic and revolting state, leaving him to address the mess as th
Marcel was up early and running. It has been an adventurous few days for Marcel. Sleep went a long way in complementing it. Marcel brushed his teeth, had his bath and left for school. He has an early morning lecture and it won't be nice to resume school late. He has already made up his mind to visit the housing company which Dr Phil directed him to. This came after rejecting advances made by Phil to help him with the accommodation. He matched confidently to the lecture venueHe could see the piercing eyes of his classmates and schoolmates. He felt nervous but all the same he stood tall and confident with his head held up like a proud lion that just succeeded in being king of a den and then realizing that all the female lions are for it to mate.He could literally here the moving tongues and mouths of the students, they weren't hiding their emotions and reactions. They were shocked as they never expected him to be back again especially those that thought him dead. It was unbelievable
"Carmen, just in the nick of time, this gentleman here is interested in purchasing a house," Adella directs to Marcel.Carmen turned and her surprised facial expression shone when Adella made mention of a client changed. She was not wrong at all, she was awed on hearing Adella referring a customer to her because it is definitely unlike her for she would rather give them to every other agent in the company but on seeing the man before her she knew that she was just making a joke of her.On turning to look at Adella she saw her mocking and annoying smile but she maintained her cool."Hello," Carmen greeted politely as she extended her hand for a handshake with Marcel.Philip had already found a client whom he deemed suitable, leaving Marcel to be handled by Carmen, his colleague.Marcel never believed that someone can be more beautiful and delicate-looking than Maria Claire from Pennington Hotel, well he he is witnessing another twist of rare beauty in no other person but Carmen Hayes.
"No, sir, he desires a house, specifically an A-list house," she responded cheerfully, disregarding the commotion in the room."Is she kidding? Is this the type of staff you employ here?" Maldini asked, disappointment etched on his face."I want the Olympus, and here is my card for payment," Marcell asserted arrogantly, ignoring the chilly reception he received."What insolence! Who is this individual?!" Maldini shouted. The same building he was about to purchase is about to be taken by a nobody."I don't know, sir, but I believe he is just bluffing," Philip replied, lacking confidence in his response.He simply couldn't believe it: a person from the lower-class making such an audacious move."Calm down, gentlemen," Picasso, who was astonished by the unfolding events, interjected."Gentleman, we appreciate your interest, but Maldini here was the first to express interest in the building, so it will be his," Picasso declared."Yes, you are late," Philip yelled unconsciously."Yes, you