***** “Yeah come in.” A yellowish metal office door creaked open, which unveiled a good-looking young man dressed in a classic white shirt with plain black trousers. “You single-handedly fished out those bad eggs from Charleston Park Shopping Mall. I do not doubt your capacity and how you'd succeed in saving my winery company,” those words hit his consciousness as he darted his eyes at the fresh breath office. Earliest hours of the morning, Lord Eric had vehemently resounded those words to mentally prepare him for the task ahead. Michael didn't entirely know why Eric had unwavering trust in him but he had vowed to himself to fish out the moles before a premeditated assassination plot that nearly took Sheraton’s life get repeated. His appearance was nothing exceptional or flashy, just neat, well-ironed outfits that exuded simplicity and coordination. He bestowed on his face a mild smile which sparked an approachable demeanor at the slightest glance. “Good morning,” his v
“Does she know me from Adam? Her words oozed with recollection,” Michael, in the shortest period of reflection, mused with his eyes temporarily downwards. He absent-mindedly tiptoed his tongue across his premolars with prevailing questions etched in his heart. He pondered if Stephanie possibly knew his connection with Lord Eric beforehand. [Could the undercover mission have become not so confined as they thought?] Stephanie's mouth widened, her eyes bulging out in awe. She took three steps further, which got him wondering what the gorgeous young lady was up to. “Do you recall now? The lady in blue? Worrisome teary face? Screaming out loud on the coldest night?” “It all transpired one year, two months ago? Do you recall now?” He narrowed his eyes a little more as a slight resemblance struck his blood flow. After a few moments of introspective state, he stretched his right finger, followed by a building giggle, about to spill out some engaging words. “Wait! You’re…” h
“I… I'm confused as well!”“The winery building hardly attracts such noises,” Stephanie sharply responded with undefined words still stuck in her head.A ding sound was perceived in the hallway; it was the elevator; one of the junior staff from the basement floor had just walked out, his face aggravated as though something had altered his mood, which Michael and Stephanie could clearly perceive.“It’s Raymond and Cleopatra again!”“They badly spoke to a client and hell has broken loose!” The staff informed them with a thick frown before dragging his feet to the east wing of the second floor.Michael was somewhat confused at the names the staff had just mentioned but he suspected the raised voices emanated from the basement floor.“Those silly receptionists! Arghhh!” Stephanie groaned and sneered in displeasure.“I don't understand how two adults would be such a pain in the arse. This isn't the first time they're orchestrating such a fuss!” her words oozed with disgust, which abruptly
The sound of the voice from every ounce of texture was feminine inclined, which was mouthed from the one and only— the Goddess of Beauty— Miss Sheraton Morgan, who had been silent for over five minutes.Earlier, all attention was rapidly drawn towards the commotion that none of the staff knew she had arrived for duty.Eyes were instantly glued at her as none of the female staff could match toe to toe—aura for aura with her unrivaled beauty.“The Beauty personified has arrived,” some of the staff muffled while they audibly greeted the Production Manager.She elegantly cat-walked towards the three clients with a beautifully mystified smile charmed on her face which induced almost all personnel to stare at her with mouth agape.The two once-aggravated male clients muffled a beam while desperately drooling at her irresistible magical aura.“Please, how may we serve you better? What are the complaints? So we could see them solved,” she emphasized standing beside Michael who maintained a st
Michael and Sheraton stood in shock silence for over five seconds; they understood the implication of the complaints and how it could drag Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise to the mud if it got to the ears of the media. “We believe it was a production abnormality but such mistakes should be tackled without hesitation.” “Other clients could have used that as an opportunity to blackmail Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise but we wouldn't do that.” “We have a solid nurtured friendship in business which has grown over the years,” the female client had a somewhat serious demeanor while delivering her speech. Sheraton was still in disbelief at how some of the wine bottles were half-filled. Without debates, she knew it transpired right under her nose and she never took cognizance of it. “We are so sorry for the inconvenience thus far. We promise to put our house to ensure such never happens.” “We would give your organization a mega discount on your next purchase. You know our mega disco
The HR kept a mean demeanor after unleashing her punishment, her eyes darting at the murmuring junior staff in search of a scapegoat to feel her wrath. Cleopatra and Raymond blurted out a sarcastic sigh, which she pretended not to grasp; the three personnel exchanged a couple of undefined eye contacts. The HR switched her gaze towards the elevator after the two labeled receptionists groggily exited the building, her ears to the ground, just in case an offensive remark was uttered regarding her decision. “They deserved to be sacked but she turned a blind eye to their excesses. They went further to sneer but she ignored all of that.” “Just last week Kevin was almost sacked because of lateness to work. Shouldn't those two be sacked for how rudely they responded?” the junior staff inaudibly lamented with their heart thumped in displeasure. Michael, behind the stairs, clearly overheard the protests of the aggravated staff, the silly attitudes of the receptionists, and HR’s partial
Michael gently, with unwavering enthusiasm, found his path beside Sheraton's standpoint with a mild outlook. He definitely wasn't expecting every production staff to wholeheartedly receive him being the fact the appointment was quite abrupt. Miss Sheraton cleared her throat with a slight lingering cough before expressing extensively: “Listen attentively. In the seven months Michael will work as the supervisor, I expect nothing less than absolute cooperation and collaboration to ensure we achieve our annual plans and objectives.” “Mark my words; I wouldn't condone any form of insubordination from any of you based on my unilateral decision. The new supervisor has proven he has a great skill in instilling order which some of you need to get the job done.” She paused to catch a slight breath before continuing: “Henceforth, he would be in charge of general winemaking inspection while I receive reports from him at all times, which involves the work processes, work ethics, and every
Michael reflectively narrowed his eyes to catch the glimmer of who uttered those words and the motive behind it.Before switching his gaze towards the subject, his sensory organs detected who the possible personnel was, but a clear stare would submerge any further doubts.“If they discover I told you about this, I would be bullied. Michael Scofield, can you keep a secret?” the voice reiterated once more with a tingling aura.Without hesitation, he slightly scoffed followed by an implicit response. “If you didn't trust me enough. I believe you wouldn't consider letting the cat out of the bag.”“What's it?”After a few moments of introspectiveness, the voice oozed back to words. “Some of the male folks don't like you. I eavesdropped on their scornful conversations about all attention being drawn towards you, including the women who used to admire them now drool over you.”“You need to be cautious and watchful. Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise is saturated with different shades of gray tha
***“Welcome to the abode.”“Here would be your hideout till we figure out somewhere more secure.”“You can call me— “Bold-9.”The mysterious masked faced personnel chipped in…While in the car, after partially giving hints of how Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise should crumble— silence overwhelmed the atmosphere as both personnel had their lips zipped.Two minutes ago, the mysterious personnel drove into a simple flowered bungalow with the plans to cohabit with Marshall.He folded his arms, still engrossed in perplexity on what really Bold-9 needed from him, that had him take such high risk in helping him.His mind flashed toward his father and how he'd cope when he learned of his assassination plot against Michael Scofield.If for a second he knew that his scornful enemy would become the next COO of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, then he'd have manufactured an excuse not to attend the seventh winery anniversary.“Do you love whiskey?” Bold-9 once more jolted him off his deepened thou
Marshall, in a ragged heartbeat, took one of the greatest risks of his life and jumped into the front street in the hope the mysterious, unknown personnel could be an angel.His eye hastily glued on the strange figure who wore a red face mask and zoomed off at once, riding towards Aaron County Bridge Fifteenth Avenue.Silence overwhelmed the two as the only sound that could be perceived was that of the speedy car engine.“What has my son got to do with this?! As far as I know, he never had any relationship with Lord Barus Israel, so why the order to arrest him?”Olivia King questioned one of the cop men who wiggled his brows towards the new COO who ultimately should have a better response.As he strode towards Michael, his chest, for awkward reasons, kept skipping and thudding.“Please, what did Marshall do wrong? I know he's capable of many things but scheming to crumble Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, I doubt if he'd do such a thing.”Michael gently turned, facing him, both eyes glu
All eyes flashed on Lord Eric and, of course, the new COO of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, who were unperturbed about Lord Barus’s barkings. From his hasty defense mechanism, he wasn't prepared to get arrested without pulling forth a fight. “I’m disappointed!!! Was that why you invited my company for the seventh anniversary? To have me humiliated in front of these honorable guests and the viewers at large.” “We are definitely rivals ‘cause we produce wines, that shouldn't give you the effrontery to blackmail me. That’s a spit on my face!!!” “Fuck!!!” The head of the police team winked at Lord Eric to do the needful before Lord Barus uses his petty talks as a route for a deserving escape. “Are you done spewing trash?” “Lions don't roar when the rabbit is engaged in a rat race,” Lord Eric sneered with a smug enmeshed on his cheek. “You have been ratting about evidence? Surely, we'll show you one.” Lord Barus was somewhat unsettled as a smidge of spine vibration was fe
Bewilderment and puzzlement struck deep into the atmosphere that most personnel had their mouths widening.The shocking aura entrapped on the staff's faces was like a statue that would live for a lifetime if captured.Lord Eric Sanchez didn't fuss at the growing disorganization with his arms positioned in akimbo posture; he already anticipated a similar outcome.Indistinct and distinct conversations were induced in the hall— most of the guests didn't understand what was unfolding.“Wow! How did the CEO get to know Michael Scofield!?” the staff asked among themselves with darting eyelids.“Does his name ring a bell? What the hell is going on?” Lord Barus Israel and his cohort were plunged in perplexity.“Oh, Lord!”“Michael Scofield??? I hope it isn't what I'm thinking about?” Marshall mused in discomfort, his stomach rumbled in fear.As seconds swiftly raced into a minute, the uproar of confusion, anticipation, and excitement intensified.Amid the multiple questions with no appropriat
***It's one week down the lane with all underground work put in place by both discreet parties.Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise, after years of rebranding, would celebrate its seventh anniversary and would air live on different broadcasting media stations in less than thirty minutes.“Y’all are welcome!!! We are honored to have y'all grace the occasion!!!” The gorgeous host charmingly uttered.For the first time in over five years, after persistent invitations of various winery companies— five industries that have been labeled core rivals of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise consented to grace the feast with Lord Barus Israel leading the Ultimate Branded Winery Industries to the event.[Why the sudden change of heart?]“Please, the event will soon kickstart. The red carpet session should already be rounded up. Our esteemed guest please make it to your designated seats. Thank you.”Several distinguished figures from various work endeavors were also invited to mark a memorable seventh-year
“Michelle!!!”“Catherine!!!”Marshall's voice reverberated as he sprinted with heavy hot sweat contorted on his face.“We’re over at the balcony. Come over there!”Augustine's family received a hasty phone call from him demanding an urgent conversation.Different thoughts clouded their hearts and it was only moments for answers to be known.“Why the urgency? Has your father changed his mind on our concealed engagement?” Michelle inquired in sharp breath with eyelid profusely blinking.“Hey, next time add ‘Madam’ while addressing me,” Catherine spatted with a somewhat furrowed expression, her right finger positioned on her waist.He stormed before them with no ounce of giggle registered on his face“If my dad has changed his mind? You had better wake up from your delusional fantasies.”“I would no longer add ‘Madam.’ You lost that respect the moment you chose to sleep with Barr. Frederick.”“...Well, we have a bigger problem!”“Again!!?” Catherine and Michelle shrieked in deep worry, t
“It’s been twenty minutes since his abduction, and we have no clue what the assassins want! Not even a single call from them!”“We don't even know if Michael Scofield is still breathing!” Lord Eric bawled out, which induced more tension in the atmosphere; his emotions switched from fear to enrage.The seven household staff members in the living room lowered their gazes downward; they knew better not to stare upon the Great Lord when furious.“Enough is enough! I'm calling in the Chief Police officer to handle the kidnap case! I can't watch my boy die without a fight!”Sheraton widened her mouth to speak, then, within a split of seconds, swallowed hard with thick words clung to her tongue.A voice calmly mouthed from the atmosphere. “The Great Lord, please let's wait till at least thirty minutes of his kidnap. Once you make that phone call, Michael Scofield’s undercover would be blown, and the media would know he's linked with you.”Lucas held tight his gripping goosebumps and managed
The heavy gunshot birthed moments of gripping silence as seven bewildered faces irresistibly glanced at one another with mouths somewhat widening.It's been over thirty seconds, and no words, not even a scratch of the thick grasses, were perceived.Suddenly an uproar of intense laughter broke out like a troubling storm.“Hahaha!!!” All gang members barked out in severe chuckles and giggles with their hands held onto their stomachs.Michael, who had been holding firmly to the gripping laughter, couldn't help but widen his mouth and have it all gutted out.“OMG! You guys are excellent actors. At some point, I thought I was dealing with seasoned entertainers!”“I could bet that most eyewitnesses thought I was actually being kidnapped after the precise uppercut!” He gave in to more chuckling.“Haha! Richard? Was that gunshot necessary? You still haven't changed, still the same good actor right from college days!” Michael happily teased while the two embraced each other after long years of
***“Lucas! Fetch Great Lord a glass of water!”“Be fast!” Sheraton yelled with terrified bulging eyes.Lucas, one of the senior household staff, without further ado, sprinted towards the kitchen to do the needful, his heart racing with urgency.“Great Lord, please… breathe… try and breathe out,” she voiced out in gripping fear.Ten minutes ago, Sheraton stormed into the mansion to explain better about Michael's abduction as the Great Lord couldn't make sense of what she was spilling in the phone call.“My God! Please hold on Sir… Lucas has brought the water.”In great palpitations of the unprecedented negative news, Lord Eric's breath has been distorted for almost two minutes, his airflow and blood flow disrupted due to the shock of the kidnap.He managed to sip in half of the glass of water, followed by an exasperated sigh of sadness.“Oh, my boy. Do you think they had already killed him?” he mouthed from the deepest part of his heart, his veins quickly running cold.His question us