The room fell into a stunned silence, eyes wide with shock. Mr smith's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. His previously proud and elegant composure faltered, and he clenched his jaw as he shot a scathing look at Oliver. He was visibly demoralized as he slowly made his way back to his seat, trying to maintain his composure while his mind raced with frustration and humiliation. Harry, thinking the attendant was indicating him, began to rise with a smirk, only for the attendant to shake his head and add, "Not you, sir." He then directed his gaze to Oliver. The realization hit Harry like a cold slap, and he froze, his face flushing with embarrassment.Oliver, maintaining his 100% composure, confidently rose from his seat and made his way toward the attendant.As he did, Mr. Smith, humiliated and seething, had no choice but to return to his seat, the previous air of importance now shattered. The whispers and murmurs among the other guests grew louder.When Mr. Smith had first
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
"Doesn’t he know Mr. Hawkins?" a tall man in the back commented. "This CEO doesn’t tolerate disrespect, even in small things like parking. His job's probably over before it even started."Some people chuckled softly at the thought, while others exchanged worried glances."Bold for a newbie, huh?" someone remarked, shaking their head. "He doesn’t know who he’s messing with."Amidst the chatter, Oliver’s mind was racing. He felt a storm brewing inside him, the anger and frustration bubbling just below the surface. This public humiliation—the insults, the crowd gawking at him like some sort of spectacle—it was infuriating. He knew he had the power to retaliate, to put this man in his place. But he also knew that violence wasn’t the answer. Not here, not now. Oliver’s chest rose and fell with each steadying breath as he controlled his emotions, eyes hardening with resolve.Finally, he addressed the CEO. “Mr. Hawkins,” Oliver began, his voice steady but tinged with the simmering fire be
Oliver clenched his fists at his sides, struggling to hold his temper as the man’s arrogance reached new heights. The onlookers whispered more fervently now, curious to see how the standoff would end. The CEO’s relentless tirade had now transformed the gathering into a spectacle, where Oliver had become the subject of ridicule and questioning. Still, nobody knew who he really was.The security guard, who had been silently watching the entire ordeal, had grown increasingly irritated by the CEO’s pompous attitude. The arrogance, the way the man flaunted his authority—it was too much. He finally decided to step in, hoping to diffuse the tension."Mr. Hawkins," the guard started, addressing the CEO, "he’s promised to move the car—"But before he could finish, Mr. Hawkins turned his icy glare towards the guard, his eyes flashing with rage. In one swift motion, before anyone could react, Hawkins landed a menacing slap across the guard’s face. The sound echoed through the parking lot like a
After a long, exhausting night, Oliver returned home and collapsed into bed, drifting into the deepest sleep he'd had in days. He slept soundly, like a baby, too tired to even dream. Morning came quickly, and a soft knock on the door stirred him awake. The door creaked open, and his mother stepped inside, her presence filling the room with warmth."Good morning, Oliver," she said with a soft smile, "Did you sleep well?""Yeah, I did," Oliver replied, rubbing his eyes. "Morning, Mom."She approached the bed, sitting lightly on the edge. “I need you to visit Pearl Dynamics today. I was supposed to go myself, but something came up. You know how I’ve always insisted that you get more involved with the companies. It's important that you understand how each one operates.”Oliver sighed heavily, still feeling the weight of last night’s events, but he knew this was non-negotiable. “Alright, I’ll handle it,” he said, forcing himself out of bed.After his mother left, he dragged himself to the
Gasps filled the room. The weight of the revelation hit everyone like a tidal wave. Vanessa’s jaw dropped as she stared at the price in disbelief, her hands trembling slightly. Anita’s eyes widened, and a look of awe replaced her earlier skepticism. There was a murmur of shock and admiration as everyone absorbed what they had just witnessed."Four hundred thousand dollars?" someone whispered, stunned."That’s insane," another added. "I didn’t even know you could get a custom Patek like that."Nathan, on the other hand, was left speechless. The blood drained from his face as if all his confidence had evaporated in an instant. His once smug expression faltered, replaced by sheer disbelief. His gift—while appreciated—was a far cry from what Oliver had just unveiled. The room buzzed with whispers as people began comparing Nathan’s painting to Oliver’s gift."It’s not even close," someone muttered, loud enough for Nathan to hear. "Oliver’s on a whole different level.""Yeah, Nathan’s gif
Despite her defense, Oliver wasn’t satisfied. He couldn't shake off the overwhelming sense of betrayal—not from the people around him but from the circumstances that had conspired to humiliate him. His insistence on proving himself only spurred Nathan's amusement further.Nathan burst into mocking laughter, his voice echoing through the room. "Oh, this is just too rich," he sneered. "Mistakenly picked the wrong one? C'mon, Oliver, don’t kid yourself. If it walks like a fraud, talks like a fraud, well... it’s probably a fraud."Oliver’s frustration was mounting. He grabbed his phone, dialing his mother’s number again, the cold sweat on his forehead betraying his rising desperation. When the call didn’t go through, his grip tightened, and he cursed under his breath. Nathan’s taunts grew more relentless. "You’re a joke, man," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "Trying to pull this off like you’re some big shot, and now look at you—sweating bullets over a fake watch. You m
Another girl in the corner whispered, "It’s embarrassing. I thought Oliver had more class than this."Nathan circled around Oliver, his voice dripping with mockery."You wanted to make me look like a fool, huh? Well, how’s it feel now? Must hurt, doesn’t it? Standing there, trying to defend a cheap knockoff while I’ve got a real, genuine gift." He leaned in closer, his grin menacing. "Face it, Oliver. You’re nothing but a fraud, and everyone here sees it now."Oliver stood there, his composure cracking. "I know it's not fake," he repeated, his voice quieter now, almost as if he were convincing himself as much as everyone else. "There’s been a mistake… it has to be."But the more he protested, the more Nathan’s smirk grew. "Mistake?" Nathan scoffed. "The only mistake here is you thinking you could come in here and show me up. But now everyone knows the truth, Oliver. You're just a guy trying to punch above his weight, and you fell flat on your face."Anita, who had been quiet througho
"He started it! Two can play this game, right? If Oliver's so sure, why doesn’t he show the receipt for his fancy watch? Or better yet, let’s check the authenticity right now!"The room grew quiet as Nathan’s challenge hung in the air. Oliver, calm as ever, didn’t flinch. He merely replied, "Show the receipt for your painting first, Nathan. After that, I’ll be happy to provide mine."A murmur went through the crowd as people exchanged curious glances. The tension was thick, almost tangible, as they awaited Nathan’s response. But before Nathan could come up with an excuse, someone else from the party chimed in. "Why don’t we just check online? Patek Philippe has an official site where you can validate their products using the serial number. Let’s see if it’s genuine."Anita, standing close to Oliver, felt a knot form in her stomach. Her fingers twitched with anxiety. She knew Oliver had money and could easily afford a watch like that, but the idea of him being humiliated in front of e
Nathan's eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, a flicker of fear crossed his face. But he quickly masked it with more arrogance, his voice rising in desperation. “You're talking nonsense. You're just bitter because you can't afford anything like this, and now you're trying to ruin the night. You're just some arrogant narcissist.”Anita, sensing that the tension was about to boil over, stepped between them. "Come on, this isn’t necessary," she pleaded, her hands out in front of her. “It’s a party. Let’s not ruin it over this.”But Oliver was resolute. “If Nathan’s so sure about the authenticity of his gift,” he said, locking eyes with Nathan, “then I’d like to prove that the painting is not original.”The room fell silent at Oliver’s bold challenge. Nathan’s expression faltered again, but he quickly masked his unease with more bravado."Prove it?" Nathan scoffed, though his voice had lost some of its earlier confidence. “You’re just trying to make me look bad. You’re the one ruinin
He glanced at Anita once more, hoping that the grand gesture would make her fall for him. But Anita remained stoic, her expression unreadable, though her eyes flickered with something more calculating than impressed.Meanwhile, Oliver, who had been observing silently, maintained his calm demeanor, though a subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Nathan might have thought he’d outshone everyone, but Oliver had seen enough of such displays to know where this was headed. He knew arrogance often led to a downfall. He just had to wait.Meanwhile, Nathan was in his element, soaking up the admiration from the room. He grinned from ear to ear, loving every second of the attention. Vanessa couldn’t stop gushing about the gift, her voice high with excitement.“You never cease to amaze me, Nathan,” she said, her eyes still wide with disbelief. “This is... I don’t even know how to thank you! This is the most expensive gift I’ve ever received!”Nathan, feeling on top of the world, brushed