Marcell returned to Oxford, having made sure there were no more invited guests or invitations from Andreas or his friends. He was still in the apartment when Mike left for Puffy Muffy. While Marcell would take a short break, he would monitor the running of the bakery from his tabbed screen. Mike was working seriously, sending daily reports on sales, what kind of bread was popular, the money spent on ingredients and packaging. It was steady, but Marcell wanted Puffy Muffy to be recognized by the whole of Oxford. So, Marcell is looking for equipment for a stand that he will open in several parks in Oxford and London. He will further expand the recognition of Puffy Muffy. When Oxford was recognized, and Londoners were still looking for Puffy Muffy, Marcell was determined to open a branch in London. "That's a great idea, what do you need me for this time?" asked Alan on the other end of the phone when Marcell called and told him the future plans for Puffy Muffy. "Look for a crowded a
But Dayton met Marcell face to face like he didn't expect him to be here. Dayton stopped his steps with an unexpected look at Marcell. Then look around at the Puffy Muffy stand."Hmm is this your business?" asked Dayton. "Yes, this is my business, just starting out." Marcell replied politely. Dayton nodded his head. "Excellent, you're a hardworking young man. I want to give it a try." Dayton examined the contents of the display case, where there were rows and rows of delicious-looking cookies. "I want this and this." Dayton's choices were Strawberry Chiffon Cake and Blueberry Japanese Pancakes.Mike helped wrap Dayton's choices in a small box. "Don't count," Marcell said to Alan before the man totaled Dayton's payment. Dayton gave him a smile of thanks. "You're very good at finding a way." That was Dayton's response to Marcell's behavior in giving him a free cookie. It was a path to a closer business friendship. "You have such a great selection of cakes. I want them all." Dayton
"Twenty bodyguards are too many for just an ordinary person. Try counting Dayton's bodyguards." Marcus spoke up comparing Dayton Longbuttom's bodyguards who were obviously important people. "Is he the son of a Mafia man?" asked Anne guessing. "This is very confusing. You're not mistaken Marie?" James asked making sure once again that he hadn't heard wrong. Marie rolled her eyes. It was annoying to be asked the same question over and over again. "Isn't that great news," Dayton said. Everyone was paying full attention to him. How could Dayton say something like that. "What do you mean?" asked Andreas. "If he really is the son of a Mafia man. He has a lot of bodyguards, and of course he likes money. It would be very easy to work with him. The money we bring will not be visible to the public. He'll keep it well, behind those ruthless bodyguards." Dayton casually folded his legs, sipping a glass of his favorite vodka. Everyone was transfixed. Understanding why Dayton was so smart w
Three more seconds of silence and only Alan's eyes on Marcell, the man could only chuckle and then shoo Alan away. "Tsk, you're the same. Go home then. Didn't give any advice at all." Marcell waved his hand. "Hahahaha, don't take it too personally. I won't force you to tell the truth. Take it easy, even if you're a Mafia son at the same time I don't have a problem. As long as you don't attack me." Finished with his activity of cleaning the peanut shells. Alan took a seat on the sofa. Alan seemed to be thinking ahead. Analyzing Marcell's story about his friends. "So they intend to use you like that?"Marcell nodded. "But I still don't understand their intentions. Why would they want me to hide their money?"Alan narrowed his eyes. "Wow, you're so naive. I doubt you're a Mafia man.""Tsk... let's not talk about that anymore!"Alan grinned. "It's probably because he was carrying money that didn't belong to him.""You mean corruption?"Alan nodded. "They're businessmen. And will always
Marcell actually bought the building next to his bakery. Using the money he got from the system. There was still a lot left and he would use it for renovation costs and other café needs. They had a deal, just waiting for the current tenant's contract to finish. But at the same time he got an email from Dayton Longbuttom. The man invited Puffy Muffy to his son's 17th birthday party. Dayton also gave an attractive offer regarding the amount of the perpcs cake price. Marcell agreed immediately. He remembered, very much remembered Alan's words at that time. Entering Dayton's sphere is dangerous. But you know, this is the mission of the system in his head. But surely something will be revealed, right? Oh my! Could that be what the system wanted? To reveal something about Andreas Hubert and his friends? Exhaling, Marcell lay down after cleaning himself. It was now ten o'clock in the evening. Marcell was tired, he still had a lot to think about the bakery and cafe he was going to op
HERMES SYSTEM ACTIVE.MAIN TARGET!MAIN TARGET!Marcell's smile faded instantly.As soon as Dayton stepped closer with Marie, his wife. The transparent text of the red screen disappeared."Hey, thanks for helping to liven up my daughter's birthday party with Puffy muffy." Dayton said with a big smile.Marchell didn't seem to expect it because Dayton, who rarely smiles, now displayed a big smile."I'm honored by the invitation," Marcell replies."I think they all like it, look at Puffy Muffy's dishes always go first." Marie commented as she looked around."Enjoy the party Mr. Clark, don't forget we have lunch together tomorrow. Don't rush home," Dayton said with a message. Today his face was radiant and he smiled often. Either because of his mood or to show his hospitality in front of his business guests.Marcell nodded and smiled again. Then looking around, there were more guests from Dayton and Marie's business friends. In several corners of the room there were also guards alerted to
"So, what I want to ask is who are you?"The chewing on Marcell's mouth suddenly slowed down. He tried to contemplate and enter the discussion that Dayton wanted. Dayton's friendly, carefree face disappeared as the question was asked. The man waited for Marcell's answer. "You mean who like what?" Again Marcell showed that innocent face. Dayton laughed lightly. "Come on, you've entered our circle. There's no need for you to cover up anything."Marcell laughed back. "Why? I'm confused why you're asking that. I'm obviously Marcell Clark who's just starting my bakery business."HERMES SYSTEM ACTIVE . GO WITH THE FLOW, AND TELL THE TARGET WHAT THEY WANTFrom his place, Prof. Jose controlled 155.23 for this. If there is anything that needs to be encouraged and assisted for the smooth running of the mission he will do so. Marcell exhaled his breath. But no lie he was still thinking what would happen if he didn't tell the truth. "What do you want me to say?""You're not just anybody, ar
"They are businessmen. And will always report their profits to the taxman.""It could be that they manipulate the financial statements and where does the money go? You'll be the place.""You might get a large commission. But it's not like you're taking a big risk. My hypothesis is still uncertain. Either it's tax evasion money that they've entrusted or it's pure corruption money from something else."Instantly Alan's words were spinning in Marcell's head. Then the transparent screen that tells about the assets in Dayton's account, as well as other assets. State budget funds, amounting to 5%, are also in Dayton's hands. This is very suspicious isn't it. Then now Marcell is given direct evidence by Dayton himself. That his wealth is no joke. A giant safe is located in this secret room. Dayton's feet stepped closer to the safe. His hands twirled the code to open the door. As soon as the metal door was pulled by Dayton, Marcell was left gaping. The 5% was definitely just a deposit and