Juliet had been to the penthouse a number of times, but every single time she came here, she paused. They were rich! Everything inside the house gave off a shining luster. Everything there was eye-catching. Starting from the rug on the floor, up to the appliances in the house. The Krafth penthouse was splendid. The first thing that will catch one's eyes immediately after leaving the elevator and entering through the sliding golden doors, was the rug. The rug looked plush and comfy. No one was allowed to wear any footwear on it. It was either your bare legs or your socks. The rug was white and without blemish. It looked as if it was made of sheep's hair. Next eye-catching thing was the painting of the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci. It was the original painting painted by the world famous artist while he was still alive. The painting, when it was auctioned, was sold for a whooping four hundred and fifty five million pounds. The funny thing w
Natalie Griorgi was an Italian woman. She had once upon a time been married to one of the leaders in the Italian mob. This information however, was not made known to her. The Griorgi family was just a normal averagely well-to-do family. They had tried making children for as long as they were married with no returns. They had been married for over five years when Natalie noticed that her husband and her lifestyle was changing. She was suddenly able to afford anything she wanted. All the things they could not buy before were not hard for them again. Natalie right from when she was young, was a very sharp and brilliant woman. She had started asking her husband questions concerning how the money had suddenly started coming in. Her husband, however, had always sidetracked the question. He only told her to trust him and be happy for him. Natalie noticed soon enough that something was wrong. Her husband started coming home really late, and went out really
Juliet sat down calmly. She slowly opened the file. What she saw inside it almost made her tremble. Natalie already knew the contents of what was in the file, so she waited for Juliet to digest what was inside it. The intelligence unit had made it extremely lucid in the file, that they had found out that there was a high ranking staff of the Krafth company that was currently acting as a spy for the Oscorp corporation. One of them had intercepted a message, as the person was the personal assistant of the person the message was meant for. The person had checked it and was shocked also. The spy of the Oscorp Corporation had leaked out details of their workers and their latest plans to the enemy company. The only painful detail was that the soy had not included his name in the correspondence to the Oscorp Corporation. The intelligence unit had however noted this and had decided to send a message directly to the secretary of Mr Krafth, who would know what to
Marcus had thought for a bit while Juliet just waited for him, silently. “Alright. This is what you should do,” Marcus said. “I'm listening,” Juliet replied. “You said the spy is definitely a high ranking individual in the company right?” “Yes. I'm sure of that. The intelligence unit would definitely not make that kind of mistake,” Juliet replied. “Also, the person had obviously been releasing trade secrets to Oscorp, and also very important things such as the new technology our scientists here are working on, and other important things.” “Alright then. To find out who the spy is, every important and high ranking official in the Krafth headquarters, will be baited,” Marcus said. “What does that mean?” Juliet asked. She did not fully understand her brother. “We are going to lay a trap for each one of them, and wait for them, at least the right person to fall into the trap.” “Also, this method will help to fish out any other soy there is, and stop
Marcus walked into the factory, slowly and leisurely, oozing with confidence. Everyone that saw him on his way to his office, greeted him, either in words or with their actions. It was a sight to behold for him. He remembered just less than forty eight hours ago, the words on the mouth of some of the people that greeted him. None of them had any good words for him, as they mostly castigated and insulted him, both on his behavior, and his eager attitude at work. Now, he was still in his usual work clothes, looking ragged and worn out, and still he was still being greeted by the people that passed him by. The only thing that was different now, was his status. Even though the fact that he was Juliet's sister, the heir to the throne of the Krafth’s was still not known, the fact that he was the manager of this factory, The Grammsville Breweries, was a very huge upgrade to where he was at before. Now, his workers saw him in a different light. Even thoug
Marcus had just sat down when the office intercom started blinking. It was Belle of course. What has happened, Marcus thought. She had just left his office. Whatever must have happened had definitely just happened and it must be urgent. Marcus pressed the button on the intercom and spoke, ”Yes Belle. What is it?” He asked. “Boss, there are people here to see you. They say they are from a magazine,” Belle said quietly into the phone in her hand. Belle was still trying to arrange the files on her table well, when she saw two people walk in. It was a man and woman. They did not look like people who walked in the factory, and they for sure did not look like people who came to the factory in search of jobs. Belle observed them as they walked up to her desk. She stood up to welcome them when they got in front of her desk. “Good morning. How may I help you?” Belle asked courteously. “Good morning,” the lady replied. “I am Miss Wuncler and this is m
“How close is your relationship with Miss Krafth?” Mr Riley suddenly asked. There was a flash of a sharp glint in his eyes. He quickly covered it up. What he didn't expect was that Marcus was a really sharp person. He had definitely started getting suspicious. The fact that these two came here from a magazine that mainly concentrated on young celebrities in the country, was just a little bit suspicious. But, Marcus was already starting to believe that was all there was to it. At least, that was until the question Mr Riley had just asked and until he caught that glint in his eyes. Marcus looked closely at Miss Wuncler to see if she was part of this, but it didn't seem like that. Miss Wuncler, it seemed, was fully engrossed in listening to everything Marcus said and writing it down. Mr Riley and Miss Wuncler actually worked at the Blaze Magazine. What was not known to Miss Wuncler, or anyone that worked for the magazine was that Mr Riley was planted i
Miss Wuncler had been staring at Marcus since she got inside. She was falling slowly for him, she knew. Everything about him seemed so good. Everything, except what he was wearing, she noticed. She wondered why someone at his level would be dressed like this. So, when her colleague, Mr Riley asked the question, she leaned forward in her seat. Miss Wuncler was quite interested in Marcus's reply to the question. Marcus sighed. On the ride to work this morning, he was actually thinking about this. It was just the abrupt call by his sister that took his mind off it. Now, the question had seemingly come back to haunt him. Marcus laughed. “My story has literally been a story of grass to grace, literally,” he started. “As you know, I just got this job the previous day. Before this, I worked in this factory, but I worked at the lowest level here”. “I could barely afford food and shelter, so clothing wasn't even high on my list,” he said. Mr Riley and M