Everyone eagerly waited to hear his genius idea. “Are you going to say something or not?” Bowell snapped.“Calm down, you bunch are so prickly.” Jack rolled his eyes. “Sean here, could sell his shares and start over with his new company.”The collective groan was loud enough in his office. “That's hands down the most stupid idea I've ever heard,” Palm grumbled and Sean was inclined to agree with him.“What?” Jack sat up. “In the stock market, I've got people that would be frothing at the mouth for shares to the Lambert empire. You could make a fortune, turn it over in your new company, and live happily ever after.”“What if his company becomes a bust?” Bowell spoke up. “Then he not only loses the only money he's got but then a valuable asset.”Jack snorts. “No wonder you're single, you've got a morbid outlook on life.”Bowell opened and closed his mouth, looking for a comeback. Sean threw up his hands, annoyed with the back and forth. “Does anyone else have a reasonable idea that we
Sean sat down on the chair with a sigh, throwing his briefcase in the free seat next to him.“Woah, someone's in a mood.” Chloe grinned over the rim of her cup, drinking him in.Does he never have bad hair days?As usual, he looked dashing in a fitted dark blue suit that matched his eyes.Sean groaned, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “Sorry. Low on sleep and caffeine.”Chloe slid a still-warm mug over to him. “I figured you might need it so I ordered you one.”Sean greedily grabbed the cup, soaking up the warmth from its exterior. “Uhmmn! You're a godsent.”Chloe chuckled, shaking her head. “If I knew coffee was the way to your heart, I'd have done it a long time ago.” Sean hummed, drinking more coffee from the mug until it was empty.Chloe was surprised, her mouth dropping open. “You weren't kidding when you said you were stressed huh?”“No. Like I said, I've had a crappy couple of days.” Sean rubbed his eyes. His sunglasses were still in since he considered it safer for both him and
Lewis Capaldi's ‘Let Me Go was blasting through Sean's headphones as he circled the block one last time.His top was drenched with sweat and some was dripping down his face. Even his headband was soaked.His legs screamed of exhaustion but he continued running, pumping his muscles harder with each step he covered.Unable to sleep throughout the night, tossing and turning, Sean eventually got up to work a bit.The restlessness he felt persisted and two minutes after 6, he shoved his feet into his Favour sneakers and went on a jog.An hour, twenty minutes, and four laps around the neighborhood later he could feel the energy coming back to him.Things became centered once more, and it didn't feel like he was losing a grip on reality.Not to mention, his playlist was inspiring him to push harder.Unfortunately, an incoming call interrupted his flow and Sean groaned.He cut it off early, knowing it was bound to happen.Removing the portable phone strap he used to hold his phone, he checked
To date, neither Sean nor Chloe had any idea who tipped off the media but in less than an hour, the entire place was crawling with new station vans and every reporter in the next three miles.Chloe started to panic as her family members, circled her wanting to know what was going on.“Sean, what the hell is happening?!” She grabbed his arm, needing an explanation.It was still a little bit surreal, her experience with the media.Is this what being a celebrity is all about?He appeared as confused as she was. “I have no idea. Just sit right and I'll make everything alright.”Before Chloe could object, he was gone.The annoying part was that even though we managed to escape the ones on the outside, people around started taking an interest in who she was.“Stop it!” She snapped, walking up to a man who had been recording her secretly. “You could go to jail for that!” She tried to grab his phone but the guy was smarter.He threw her a lazy grin. “It's a one-in-a-lifetime event and do I wa
Chloe held her hands up in the universal sign for peace. “Listen to me, Amelia. Whatever you think you know, it's not true.”“So I didn't just see you on the news with Sean?” Amelia raised a brow.“You don't even want him anymore!” Chloe yelled, wondering why Amelia was so mad.Back when Sean was just Amelia's boyfriend, they would stay up all night talking and whenever Sean's call came in, Amelia's demeanor would change.It was obvious that the love Sean had for her wasn't reciprocated.To Amelia, Sean was just a meal ticket.Even after their messy court case, that fact remains which was why Chloe was puzzled as to why Amelia still wanted to lay claims to a man she treated horribly.“I might not want him anymore, but that doesn't give you the right to take him.”Chloe struggled to her feet, wiping off the trickle of blood that flowed down her mouth. “Take him?” She laughed. “He's a fucking human being not an object!”Amelia's lips thinned. “He's mine, that's all you need to know.”Ch
“Sir, Mr King is on the line for you!” Rebecca panted, having run all the way to give him the phone.He takes the phone from her, inclining his head in a grateful nod. “Sean Lambert,” Sean spoke into the phone, moving a couple of meters away.“Mr Lambert.” Robert King stressed over the phone, his tone cool enough. “Your secretary reached out to me with your proposal and I only thought it fitting to respond to you myself.”“And what do you think of it, sir?” Sean held his breath, hoping for good news.There was a brief pause before the man exhaled sharply into the phone. “I think it's a great idea! I spoke to my board this morning and so did they.” He replied, much to Sean's excitement. “I'm fact, they seem to think that we could agree with a sizeable investment, don't you think?”Sean didn't even hesitate. “Of course! That sounds amazing.” He went through a mental scan of his schedule. “How does Friday sound?”Sean heard the flipping of papers, possibly the man going over his schedule
Phase one of the plan is done.Now on to phase two, Clement thought, surveying the board where he mapped out his projections.Seeing as his business was doing so well, he wanted to focus all his time on the second part of the project.Bring Medley's down.That is turning out to be quite the chore, seeing as they've been the leading company, winning the highest awards for Fortune 500 companies more times than he could count.To defeat an opponent like Medley's, you have to think outside the box…or better yet, remove the box entirely.This is why Clement managed to score himself an invite to one of Medley's prestigious events.The kind that only allowed their fellow people in.The knock on his door came in at the appropriate time. Clement stopped playing with the stress ball in his hand and got to his feet.Crossing the distance to the door in four easy strides, he jerked it open to reveal the woman he had been waiting for.“Simone…” He greeted them with a smile before snatching her in
“I'm waiting.” Lily folds her arm.“I have something you might need and you definitely have something I need.” Clement widened his leg.“And this something is so important, you have to crash our party for it?”“Yes.” He took a deep breath, removing his mask. “I'm sure you know who am I by now but needless to say, I will introduce myself. My name is Clement Lambert and I have a proposition for you.”When Clement removed his mask, he saw trepidation flash through her eyes. “What do you want? You're clearly not welcome here. How did you even get in?”“Easy.” He put up his hands so as not to spook her. “I'm not going to hurt you, like I said…I just want to talk.”“Go on.” She waved a hand, giving him the go-ahead.“I'm here to broker a deal.” He placed his hands behind his back. “I'll keep quiet about what I know if you and over your shares and give me a seat amongst the board at Medley's.”A startled laugh escaped her mouth. “Is this some sort of joke?”Clement said nothing.“So why woul