"This is my special gift to you" Mr Audrey said as he hands the card to the eye salivating Marcel.
Marcel held the card with caution like his life depends on it while at the same time admiring its beauty."In your hands is the ultimate weapon as Audrey. It will make way for you in the business world. It is only willed by one with Audrey blood. Shown to anyone in the business world, it will elicit respect, fear and reverence to you. Inside this card is unlimited funds to do whatever you like. Now is your time son, will it and live it".Marcel gaped like a fish as he admired the card. It amazes him how a single card could have so much power and influence. Below the card was his name "MARCEL GNABRY AUDREY" bodily written on it. This should be in the seven wonders of earth.At this point Marcel understood with ease that he was no longer Mr Ordinary or Mr loafer. His life has just transformed for the better in just a week.He remembered his horrible plight back at Maryland University. He shouldn't forget how Choley made mockery of his undying love for her. How she betrayed him and how the bulldog, Lancelot played a deliberate part in humiliating and disgracing him before everyone. Lastly he remembered the harsh, ruthless and cold judgment laid out on him by sir Gilmore because he had no one to speak for him. A punishment that would have probably ended his life, dreams and future if not for the due intervention of his grandfather.All these were very fresh in his memory like fresh wine . The time of stomaching humiliation and mockery is now over. It is time to heal, it is time to take his own pound of flesh, they will pay this he was very sure of.As an old man Mr Audrey knows the vain of the young blood but he believes it to be the experience of evolving into greatness hence he trusted his grandson to make the better decisions."Before leaving for school you have to be equipped with cars, gadgets and many other things that will make life joyful and easy for you. You are now an Audrey and as such your things must be second to none." Having said this he gulps the last drink on his cup and then pressed a bell. In a jiffy Dr Phil emerged and bowed"Take him and make him an Audrey" Marcel was confused by the instruction. It was a confusing one but unsurprisingly Dr Phil understood and bowed before leaving with Marcel.On their way, Marcel couldn't hold his curiosity hence he asked what his grandfather meant by making him an Audrey. Dr Phil was amused, making Marcel feel stupid."Don't worry young master, we are already a few steps from the answer to your esteemed question " He replied humbly trying to boast his machismo.Marcel's curiosity was quenched at least for some moments until they appeared before a doorless elevator. They entered and right away Phil said a word and alas it carried them up. Marcel was afraid but resisted from showing it. Just when he thought he had seen it all he saw another wonder of the earth. They came to a pause to a huge building, Marcel dared not look down from the elevator he would surely scamper for safety because below was a huge fallway that he could barely see where they left from.They entered into the building and surprisingly for Marcel the hallway was empty while Dr Phil appeared firm and his countenance elucidated sureness like someone who had been there."Light" he said and there was light as the chandeliers illuminated the whole environment. "Young master, here we are, you will first of all undergo serious and thorough cleaning"Marcel was taken aback as he looked for what and where to undergo the cleaning."You're joking right?" Marcel asked"No young master, I'm not, just watch and see. Health!" A huge machine appeared with various sophisticated parts that appeared dangerous and harmful.Marcel would have taken to his heel if not for the presence of Dr Phil."Here we are young master. Just enter there, press the start button and leave the machine to do its job"Marcel obeyed and within minutes he had a clean cut, nice scrub, healing, repair and massage. Marcel was as young, healthy and clean as a new born kid. What he saw in the mirror marveled him and right away he worshiped the intellect and sophistication of technology."Nicely done young master but we have other sectors to refurbish" He said as they headed to another part of the building.He pressed a button and said some encoded message which opened to a huge room equal to the size of ten apartments.Inside this block were fleets of cars, private jets and aircrafts. There was literally no model or type of four wheeled engine that you can't see, both the contemporary and old cars(vintage). Marcel's eyes couldn't believe all that he had witnessed."Young master, please pick any type of cars that you want""How many?" He asked like a curious kid who was told to make any wish of his choice."You're an Audrey young master, you can have as many as you want""As many as I want?" Marcel asked in awe, he wasn't sure of what he just heard."Yes my Lord, as many as I want".Marcel was now living his dream. He was confused about which car to choose, all amazed and attracted to him but later on he chose three cars which were Rolls Royce, Lamborghini Aventador and Ferrari Ferrari.These cars were worth a fortune. His curiosity got the better of him hence he asked Dr Phil the worth of these cars."The Rolls Royce is worth 30 million dollars, the Lamborghini is also worth 12 million dollars while the Ferrari is worth 17 million dollars."Marcel was star struck, from nobody to being able to access cars worth millions.Marcel was a fan of black cars hence he informed Dr Phil about it. "The car will undergo customisation to fit to your test and standard" He repliedFrom there they went to the cloth section where suits were made. These suits were none like no other. A machine measured Marcel's body and right away all his body length and width was taken into consideration. Suits of different colors will be made for him. An outfit where every single detail is fitting.From there they moved to another spot where a customized phone was handed to him. Behind this phone was a bold letter "A" written on it. It was painted black, a phone worth millions of dollars.After this a computerized sound emanated saying "Transformation completed" "Congratulations young master you are fully an Audrey now" Dr Phil said softly with a smile as he handshakes the perplexed Marcel.Marcel went back to his hotel alone after convincing his grandfather to let him come back alone so as to enable him to maintain a low profile. He was welcomed by the hostile looks of his roommates who ignored him.They were literally surprised and unhappy seeing him. They were really not fond of him and have always treated him with contempt and disgust, labeling him a second class occupant. He was the one left to do every chores but still they never appreciated his efforts. Marcel cared less of what they were thinking nor was he perturbed by their gossips and malice for it was just a matter of time before leaving them to wallow in the long hostile room.All he needed was some time to lay low. He dropped his bag on his bed side and right away he headed to a boutique shop to get himself some casual wear. All he had was some old outfits that were barely up to a dollar and suits that were yet to arrive.He matched confidently to the famous Dove set boutique since his selected car was yet
[Transaction failed]Came the digital encrypted words on the screen of the paying machine which was also accompanied by the declined clinking sound.It was a daydream for the stranded and bamboozled Marcel as puzzles of datas raced through his mind. He was struck and stunned as he watched his intuition coming to pass.As he was plunged on the wrong side of reality, that can't be said for his enemies which includes the receptionist, Grace and the supposed neutral spectators, the crowds."Hahaha!" Came the mocking and towering laughter from Grace and her boyfriend. She has never envisaged that such a beautiful opportunity to humiliate and rubbish the poor Marcel will ever exist, not even in her fantasy. She was conspicuously happy. She gloated on seeing the downcasted countenance of Marcel. She was visibly delighted in seeing Marcel's despondent expression.It made her reminisce on the good old days when she always stood comfortably on the poor lad's head without him agitating. She need
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
"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