Davin sat in the Beta office as he sipped on wine, watching the day get darker, a smirk formed on his face as he knew the Madison Enterprise would run out of time very soon. The thought brought him peace and satisfaction. He was going to make them pay for every single thing they did to him.On the other hand, Derek sat in his office, the weight of loss and debt pressed him down. His mind raced, searching for a way out of the mess he found himself in. The thoughts of Mr. Luther, the CEO of the Beta company, would do this to him, swirling like a storm in his mind, confusion evident on his face as he couldn't wrap his hand on what could actually be happening.Derek sat there for hours as time passed, his mind far away from reality until a knock came from the door,“Come in,” Derek answered.A lady came in, a grin vibrant on her face as she walked into the office majestically as she held an envelope,“Good afternoon sir, I'm here to ask for your permission to go on a one week break. ” Sh
Maya was worried as she tried Derek's line again and it went straight to voicemail.Different thoughts started going through her head.‘Is he still mad at mom for what she did the other day at dinner or maybe he's at a business meeting and he has just been busy lately' she thought as she tried to console herself.She tried his line again but it still went straight to voicemail, she finally gave up and decided to go look for her mum.As she got out of her room she heard noises coming from Isabella's room, it sounded as if Isabella was fighting with someone. She walked closer to check what was happening, before she could open the door she heard a loud sound.It sounded as if someone got hit, she quickly opened the door and saw Isabella on the floor.She looked away from Isabella to the man Isabella was arguing with, as she processed everything, realization hit her.“You slapped my sister?” Maya walked furiously to the stranger standing above Isabella, as she threw slaps to his face.Th
Derek's face reddened with rage, his voice rising in disbelief. "All of them! The entire company is refusing to work with me!" Peter's eyes widened in shock, "Sir, I think there must be some mistake," he ventured, trying to placate him. But Derek just stared, his anger boiling over. "I'm dead, I'm dead," he muttered to himself, his frustration and desperation palpable. Peter stood frozen, unsure how to respond, fearing anything he said would only fuel Derek's ire. Despite the cool weather, Derek began to sweat.Derek's face contorted in a mixture of anger and desperation as he dialed the J.K company, his hopes hanging by a thread. The call connected, and he launched into a passionate plea, "You can reconsider our proposal, it will greatly benefit your company!" But the response was curt and unyielding, "Sorry, we don't need this offer, thank you." Derek's voice took on a hint of desperation, "Okay, take 70%, let me take 30%." The silence on the other end was deafening, followed
Derek dialed the number again, but the call went unanswered. His mind raced with questions. Who was this mysterious person, and what did they want from him? He couldn't think of anyone he'd wronged, anyone who'd hold a grudge against him. "What's going on, Sir?" Peter asked, confusion etched on his face. Derek's gaze narrowed, his eyes locking onto Peter. "I need all the information you have on the Beta Group. Something's off." Peter hesitated, "Sir, what's the problem?" Derek's expression darkened, his voice stern. "Just do as I say, Peter. Now." Peter flinched, muttering a quick apology before scurrying to gather the information.Derek let out a frustrated hiss, loosening his tie as he sat down. He was certain it wasn't Mr. Luther's voice he heard. With a groan, he tried to focus on his work, but his attention was diverted by a notification on his phone. He unlocked it to see a chilling message: "Dearest Derek, we have taken 50% of yours. Sincerely, Beta Group." His eyes wide
The receptionists watched him go, their mouths agape, their earlier smirks and snickers replaced with shock and embarrassment. The sound of Davin's whistling faded into the distance, leaving behind a silence that was both awkward and telling."We need to apologize," one of the receptionists whispered urgently, "what if he's a friend of the boss? We could lose our jobs!" Her colleague nodded in agreement, and they quickly chose someone to accompany her to Davin's room. They stood at the door, knocking nervously, and Davin answered, his chest glistening with water droplets. One of the receptionists couldn't help but lick her lips, her eyes fixed on his chiseled physique. "He's so hot," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her colleague nudged her, reminding her of their mission. "We're here to apologize, compose yourself," she whispered, her voice firm. Davin's deep chuckle sent a shiver down their spines. "Why are you here?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement."We... w
Maya sauntered into the room, blissfully unaware of the tension, a bright smile on her face. "Dear, things are getting expensive," she said, dropping her shopping bag on the desk. "You won't believe how much this bag cost." She rummaged through the bag, pulling out another shoe, completely absorbed in her own world. Derek's expression darkened, his eyes fixed on the debit alert on his phone. "Maya, are you responsible for this?" he asked, his voice low and accusatory, holding up the phone for her to see. The smile on her face widened, and she looked up at him. "Yes, darling, I was thinking of telling you when I got back, knowing you wouldn't have a problem with it," Maya said, her tone casual. "Or do you have a problem with it?" She looked at him innocently, unaware of the storm brewing. Derek’s eyes widened in disbelief, his face inches from the phone. "Wait, you spent this much on this?" He gestured towards the shopping bags, his voice rising in outrage. "Come on, baby, stop a
"What are the police doing here?" Derek asked, confusion etched on his face.Before he could ask further questions, the door burst open and the police strode in. "Derek, you're under arrest," one of the officers announced, their handcuffs at the ready.Derek's eyes widened in shock. "What?! You can't be serious!" he exclaimed, but his protests were met with firm resistance.The officers handcuffed him swiftly and dragged him away, leaving him feeling humiliated and ashamed in front of his employees. Paul, called out, "I'll contact your lawyer, sir!" but Derek could only nod, his dignity stripped away.As the police car drove away, Derek demanded, "What is my offense?" But the officers remained silent."Answer me!" he barked, his anger rising."It's advisable to stay quiet, sir," one of the officers finally replied, their tone firm but calm.Derek scoffed, "Do you know who I am? I will get my lawyer and deal with all of you!" But his threats were met with silence.At the station, he w
Incarceration was the last thing he expected that day. From losing his company's shares, getting defeated by a mysterious Mr. Luther, now imprisonment. The transition of events was enough to make him crazy. How on earth did everyone and everything fight against him at the same time? Whoever was the new one of Beta World was a real monster and a powerful one.He had a feeling his woes were not just dealings of a bad day but carefully orchestrated by a big time hater. Even the banks? None of them could come to his rescue? He was not a defaulter so for the bank manager to ignore his call then he was sure there was someone spreading false information to destroy his good reputation.Nothing seemed to baffle him more than the fact that his lawyer was not present at this time. He looked at himself, he was stripped to his pants, he only had his singlets and boxers on. Even the chief whom he once knew behaved like he was some riffraff pulled out from the dump site. He was indeed tired of the h
While Helen was at the cafeteria, she ordered for a bottle of water for Davin, then for herself she got coffee and sandwich which she had to eat there. She already felt tired and a little bit shaken by the travel they had taken to get all the way to the hospital, nevertheless she didn’t like hospital that much because it brought back memories of her past. While eating, Davin phone began to ring in her bag, he had given it to Helen to keep it safe in her bag. She had thought at first that it was one of Davin’s associates calling because of business but her thoughts were wrong when she brought out the phone from her bay to see that it was an unknown caller with no caller ID at all. It wasn’t her phone neither was it her call so she saw no reasons to pick up the call, her plans was to quickly finish up the sandwich and then head to the waiting room to give Davin his call, she resumed eating her sandwich will the phone kept ringing until it stopped ringing. There was no way of her kn
Helen and Davin both had unsaid words that lingered but they were most especially weighed down by Davin’s mother current situation. They sat at the waiting room quietly while Maya had excused herself to the cafeteria. The sedative were still kicking in Margrets’s blood stream as she slowly recovered from it, the sudden news of her sickness and then the transfer from one to hospital to another even made them question the severity of her sickness, was she deteriorating in health yet the doctors kept it a secret? Many thoughts ran through Davin’s mind, what did the nurse mean by she was only stable for a while? “Davin-I guess we should go eat something” “I am not hungry” Davin replied absentmindedly and then returning to his thought “You won’t seat there and tell me that-I won’t watch you keep thinking about thing you can’t change” Helen objected in a calm and soft way “I could changed all of this, by not allowing it to happen in the first place” Davin replied looking H
“Davin! Helen!” she called out, her voice loud enough to attract the attention of other visitors. “I heard about Mom. Is she okay?”“Maya,” Davin said, keeping his voice steady. “What are you doing here?”“I came to support my family,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “Isn’t that what family does?”Helen shot Davin a look, and he felt the tension rise between them. “Support?” he echoed, doubt lacing his tone. “Or to make sure everyone knows you’re here?”Maya laughed, a sound that felt more like a challenge. “Oh, come on. I know you’re not happy about my wedding plans, but can we not turn this into a competition? This is about Mom.”“Right. Let’s just focus on her,” Davin said, frustration boiling beneath the surface. “But don’t pretend that you aren’t looking for attention.”“Seriously, Davin?” Maya shot back, her voice sharp. “You think I’m here for a show? I’m worried about her too, you know.”“You have a funny way of showing it,” he replied, crossing his arms.“Enough,” Helen
Davin sat at the dinning table, a half-finished cup of coffee in front of him, flipping through a stack of paperwork from work. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow, but a sense of unease gnawed at him. Just then, Helen burst into the room, her face a mix of urgency and concern.“Davin! We need to talk,” she said, her voice tight with anxiety.He looked up, instantly alert. “What’s wrong?”“It’s your mother. I just got a call from the hospital. She’s seriously ill,” Helen said, her words tumbling out in a rush. “They’re flying her out of Arctic City for specialized medication.”Davin’s heart sank. “What do you mean, ‘seriously ill’? What’s going on?”“They didn’t give me all the details, just that she needs immediate treatment,” Helen replied, her eyes brimming with concern. “They’re arranging a private jet to get her to the mainland for the best care.”“Why didn’t they call me?” he asked, rising from the table, the papers scattering as he stood.“I think t
As they finished their ice cream, Mia let out a satisfied sigh, her face smeared with chocolate and mint. Davin couldn’t help but chuckle at her delight. “You’ve got a bit of ice cream on your nose, kiddo,” he teased, reaching over with a napkin.Mia giggled, swiping at her nose with the back of her hand. “It’s part of the experience!” she declared with the seriousness of a gourmet critic. “Then I suppose I’m not allowed to clean you up,” Davin replied, exchanging a knowing glance with Helen. The sun shone brightly overhead, and the market was a riot of colors and sounds. Families milled about, vendors called out their wares, and the laughter of children filled the air. The moment felt suspended in time, a perfect snapshot of happiness that Davin wished could last forever.“Let’s take a stroll down by the river after this,” Helen suggested, finishing her ice cream. “I heard they have a small arts and crafts fair set up along the walkway.”“Great idea! Mia, what do you think?” Davin
The next morning, Davin stirred awake, his thoughts drifting back to the previous night’s adventures. He felt a warmth in his chest, a comforting reminder of the laughter and connection he had shared with Helen. As he stretched and yawned, he could hear the faint sounds of Mia playing in the backyard.After quickly showering and dressing, Davin made his way to the kitchen. The rich aroma of fresh coffee greeted him, and he poured himself a cup, savouring the first sip. Just then, Helen appeared, her hair tousled and eyes still sleepy.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, a smile breaking across his face.“Good morning,” she replied, stifling a yawn. “Last night was amazing. I can’t believe how much fun we had.”“I know! We need to do that more often,” he said, taking another sip of coffee. “It was nice to reconnect.”Helen smiled, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like a cozy blanket. “So, what’s on the agenda for today? More adventures?”“Definitely! I thought we could take
It was weekend already and the sun dawned bright and sunny, reflecting its warm glow through the window as Davin awoke, feeling refreshed. After the previous evening’s eventful drive and the satisfying dinner with his family, he was eager to embrace the day and make it more eventful. He glanced over at Helen, still peacefully asleep, and smiled at how lucky she was.Once dressed, Davin tiptoed into the kitchen to make coffee. As the rich aroma filled the air, he thought about how to surprise Helen later. It had been a while since they had a proper date night, and he wanted to change that. He’d plan something special, just for them.After breakfast and a lively chat with Mia about her upcoming school project, Davin turned to Helen, who had just finished her coffee. “How about we have a date night tonight?” he suggested, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Just you and me.”Helen raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? That sounds wonderful! But you know we can’t just leave Mia a
The evening air was cool as Davin drove home, the satisfaction of the day’s meeting still buzzing in his mind. He replayed the conversation with the senior management team, feeling a cautious optimism about the potential for change. But just as he was beginning to relax, a sudden jolt from behind interrupted his thoughts.He slammed on the brakes, heart racing. The sound of crunching metal filled the air. Davin glanced in the rearview mirror, realizing he had been rear-ended. He exited the car, already feeling the adrenaline coursing through him.As he stepped out, his heart sank when he recognized the sleek red Ferrari that had collided with his SUV. Emerging from the driver’s side was Derek, Mia’s boyfriend, his face twisted with anger.“What the hell!?” Derek shouted, his voice cutting through the evening calm. “Why would you let your driver bump into my car?”Davin’s driver, a calm and seasoned man named Richard, was already trying to de-escalate the situation. “I’m sorry, sir. It
The next day came with a feeling of its own. After the successful town hall meeting, he felt invigorated, ready to tackle the challenges ahead. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room and hinting at a promising day.As he made his way to the kitchen, the sounds of breakfast filled the air. Helen was already bustling about, preparing pancakes while Mia sat at the table, her homework spread out in front of her.“Good morning, family!” Davin announced, pouring himself a cup of coffee.“Good morning, Dad!” Mia replied, her head buried in her math workbook. “Can you help me with this problem? I’m really confused.”“Of course,” he said, moving to her side. “What’s stumping you?”“It’s this one about fractions,” she said, pointing at the page with a furrowed brow. “I don’t get how to add them.”Davin knelt beside her, explaining the process step-by-step. He loved these moments of connection, the way teaching Mia helped him solidify his own understanding of concepts. After