The room was charged with a palpable tension, every guest on the edge of their seat, eyes wide with anticipation, as they awaited the reveal of this highly celebrated figure. Mr. Damon’s voice, heavy with significance, cut through the silence: “It is my distinct pleasure to introduce and specially thank Mr. Oliver Howard.”The name struck like a thunderclap, sending a wave of confusion through the crowd. Murmurs erupted like a sudden storm, as people exchanged puzzled glances.“Who is this Oliver?” one guest hissed, clearly baffled.“Never heard of him,” another remarked, the voice tinged with disbelief.“Must be a mistake,” someone else suggested, their gaze searching desperately for a more recognizable figure.“After all this hype, thought it would be someone famous," another guest whispered in disappointment, shaking their head as the room’s excitement turned to bewilderment.Meanwhile, Mr. Smith’s face turned in sheer disbelief. The color drained from his cheeks as if a bucket of
The party’s lively mood took a sharp turn when Harry blew up, causing a stir throughout the room. “Did you see his face? He’s livid!” one guest whispered, eyes wide with shock.“Unbelievable. I’ve never seen him lose it like that,” another murmured, barely able to contain their surprise.As Harry stormed toward the exit, Sophia quickly stood, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She hurried after him, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. The guests watched as she chased after him, whispering amongst themselves.“Even Sophia is rattled. This is serious,” a woman commented, leaning closer to her companion.“Trouble in paradise, perhaps? This doesn’t look good for them,” another guest remarked, smirking slightly.As the door slammed shut behind Harry and Sophia, the room plunged into a stunned silence, the echo of their exit hung in the air like a specter. The once vibrant atmosphere, buzzing with excitement and intrigue, had shifted sharply. The mo
As Oliver drove home in silence, the night’s events played on repeat in his mind. He was relieved, almost grateful, at least, that he hadn't ended up with someone like Sophia."How could someone be so crazy, so quick to attack without provocation?" he wondered. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, but also a sense of reassurance. He quickly shook off the bad feeling that had briefly taken over and felt a rush of happiness. He knew he had narrowly avoided a situation that could have caused him a lot more trouble.When he finally arrived home, the house was quiet, except for the low murmur of the television from the living room. He moved quietly, hoping to slip past unnoticed, but as he entered, he saw his mother sitting on the couch, her eyes bright with interest as she turned to greet him.“Welcome home son! How was the dinner? Hope you had fun?” she asked, her voice warm.For a moment, Oliver considered telling her everything—the confrontation with Harry and Sophia, the te
As Oliver stepped outside alongside Simon, the sight of three luxury vehicles waiting at the driveway greeted them, their sleek, polished exteriors glinting in the early morning light.The other drivers stood at attention, while one of them opened the door of the sleek Range Robert for Oliver. Oliver was all smiles as he couldn’t quite hide the mix of emotions swirling inside him. Today was a big day for him, no doubt. The engines purred to life, and the convoy pulled away from the mansion. When they finally arrived at the sprawling compound of the company, Oliver felt a strange sense of déjà vu. This was a place he knew well, but today, it was different. As they walked into the waiting area of the company, he noticed the receptionist at her desk, the same one who had always treated him with disdain and upmost disrespect was perched behind her desk. She was chewing gum irritatingly loud, her eyes glued to her phone.Without even glancing up, she tossed a manila envelope towards Oliv
Mr. George’s world seemed to tilt on its axis the moment Simon’s words sank in. "Madam President’s son… the new CEO?" His heart thudded heavily in his chest as reality bore down on him.This was not how he envisioned his day starting or ending. Just minutes ago, he was confident, secure in his position. Now, everything was slipping away, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.In a moment of sheer desperation, he fell to his knees, pleading with Simon, his voice cracking with fear. "Mr. Simon, please, just reconsider. Don’t let me lose my place just like that.""I’ve given years of my life to this company. I’ve weathered every storm, sacrificed so much. This can’t be happening, please, reconsider sir. " he said, desperate to find a lifeline.But as he looked up, he saw no sympathy in Simon’s eyes. The decision had been made, and no amount of begging would change that.Now, all hope rested on Oliver, the man who was about to take everything from him.Mr. George, desperate to curry
Oliver’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he watched Mr. Smith’s anger escalate. He knew that provoking Mr. Smith would force him to reveal more than he intended. So he was Willing to make him take the bait. Despite Mr. Smith’s rants, Oliver remained composed, ready to handle the situation with wisdom to avoid any further escalation that could get out of hand.In a calm but probing tone, Oliver continued, “It’s interesting you say that, Mr. Smith. But what makes you so confident that your decisions are beyond question? Especially when they seem to be driven by personal grievances?”Mr. Smith’s face was now flushed with fury as he glared at Oliver. How dare him question his authority, he wish he could just stop this loser already but it seems he was not backing down anytime soon.“I’ve been making critical decisions in this company probably since you were still in diapers,” he snapped. “I will not let a nonentity like you undermine my authority here. Never! Your insolence is unaccep
Immediately Mr. George entered the room, a wry smile spread across both Oliver’s and Mr. Smith’s faces, though they carried entirely different meanings.Mr. Smith’s smile was one of triumph—he now had the security team and Mr. George on his side, and he was eager to deal with Oliver mercilesslyWhile for Oliver, the smile was one of quiet anticipation—he knew that once Mr. Smith discovered the reality of the situation, his reign of intimidation would come crashing down, and he can't wait to see it. At the same time, the guards, who had been ready to grab Oliver, stopped in their tracks at Mr. George’s entrance. All eyes turned to him, the man everyone had been waiting for to start the meeting before everything descended into chaos. Everyone waited for his actions. Inside the room, tension buzzed as people exchanged nervous glances. Most of the murmurs had been against Oliver, with many saying his actions were uncalled for and that it was only a matter of time before Mr. George would
The whole room seemed smaller than it was as Mr George's gesture sent ripples of confusion and disbelief through the room.How could this be happening? Mr. George, who just moments ago seemed assured to back Mr. Smith, was now bowing to Oliver, the man everyone had underestimated.Meanwhile Oliver remained composed, his expression unreadable, his eyes darted through everyone in the room which only made the tension in the room thicken with every passing second.Mr. Smith, still clutching his aching stomach, struggled to stand upright. The pain and shock were evident in his eyes, but his fury was far from subdued. He glared at Mr. George, his voice seething with skepticism and sarcasm.“What kind of expensive joke is this?” he barked, his tone dripping with disdain. “Is this some elaborate prank you’ve cooked up? I suppose next, you’ll tell me Mr. Howard is a magician who makes people disappear!”As his anger still burned in him, memories from the previous night at the dinner flashed th