This was the fourth day after getting the 500,000 dollars. Marcell has calculated how much he will spend to buy equipment and shop facilities. Marcell has spent 200,000 dollars to buy the shop along with the letter and taxes. Yesterday he and Alan went to London to look at more complete ovens and cooking equipment. Approximately 27,000 dollars was spent along with shipping costs. All the equipment is the best plus showcases and other bread tables. It's all complete and now Marcell has 273,000 dollars left. Yesterday he coordinated with the contracting firm, and visited the shop again to check the condition. Marcell has signed a letter of intent to cooperate with a value of 4,900 dollars. It is very cheap and includes changing the design like a cake shop. Marcell still has a lot of money left and maybe the production and packaging materials will run out at 700 dollars. That's just an estimate but Marcell prepared a fund of 1000 dollars.For staffing Marcell set aside 3000 dollars for
The sound of sirens and the noise of people faintly reached Marcell's ears. But his eyes felt heavy and he was unconscious. "Oh my, hey are you okay?" Alan came to help carry Marcell's body to be put to sleep on the bench that would go into the ambulance.On the way out, Alan accidentally saw the density of vehicles due to an accident. Because he knew and memorized Marcell's car which turned out to be lying at the end of the road, Alan stopped his car.Alan returned to the car and followed the ambulance from behind. He knew that Marcell no longer had parents. And the man lived alone in England, so Alan would accompany Marcell first until the man regained consciousness.It took only three hours for Marcell to wake up. His forehead had been treated and there were no serious injuries. There was only shock or body aches from the impact and strain."How is it? How do you feel?" asked Alan who was already sitting by Marcell's bed.Marcell moaned as he sharpened his vision. Oh my God... hos
Marcell stared pensively at the building where he used to live and where he grew up. But his heart stopped for a moment before beating fast when he saw a board hanging on the door with the words "FOR SALE". And the building looked abandoned like it had been uninhabited for over five years. Marcell's feet walked closer to the courtyard of the orphanage. Looked here and there where there was no one. "The caretaker of the orphanage and the children have long left home," said someone who made Marcell turn his head. A middle-aged man in a shabby jacket stood by the roadside looking at Marcell. But since childhood Marcell had never seen the man before. "Hi, I'm Marcell. I was a child living in this orphanage before." Marcell walked down the porch steps and approached the man. "You weren't told anything by them?" Marcell nodded. "I've been traveling for a long time. And now live in England. I haven't been back here for a long time either. Do you know where they moved to? Where Aunt Rut
"What do you want to do when you grow up?" "I want to buy a nice car and have a house with a big yard." "That's a nice dream." "What about you?" "I just want to live longer. To see you buy a nice car and have a house with a big yard." Marcell stared silently at the boy who was about his age. They were lying on the sand at the beach. The orphanage had a simple vacation going to a nearby beach when it got more grants. "Why do you say that? Of course you will see me become successful. And of course it's not just me who's successful, it's you too. Let's make Aunt Ruth proud." Rafael nodded. "Umm, of course." Rafael raised his little finger in front of him, signaling Marcell to link his little finger. "Promise." KRING..KRING.... Marcell's eyes blinked as the alarm he had set last night went off. Groaning softly, Marcell's sleeping body turned to face the ceiling. His memory recalled the dream formed from his childhood memories. Rafael. Marcell recalled his old pantry friend. Th
The latest shoes from the famous brand stepped confidently into the courtyard of Yale University. Unlike Marcell who used to be using and dirty. Now his skin is clean, his charismatic face radiates combined with simple but expensive clothes. The upper class will definitely know how much the outfit Marcell is wearing right now costs."You're Marcell?" Mike noticed Marcell's appearance from top to bottom then looked back at Marcell's handsome face.Marcell's purpose in coming to Yale University was to meet Mike. Since the man didn't want to mention his account number, Marcell couldn't return the favor.For this reason, Marcell had something to offer Mike."What time is your break? I want to talk to you about something important," Marcell said matter-of-factly.Mike glanced at the watch on his left hand. Shrugging his shoulders he replied, "I can rest now.""Good. Come with me first."Marcell told the taxi driver to wait out front. Because Marcell still needed a taxi to go to the nearest
"R155""Call for R155!""R155, you are dismissed."A pitch-black bracelet around the left wrist of the man called R155 had a small red glow. R155 had shot someone who turned out to be his enemy. In a public place like this, where all the witnesses were looking at him with horror and judgment.R155 hurriedly fled to a quieter place. But who would have thought that no one would let him escape after he shot someone dead.R155 looked for an opening, running into an alley with a break in the road. As a trained agent, it was no surprise that he had a well-built body and long legs that could run like a horse. Deftly dodging piles of garbage. He was focused on his direction and chose the right path. R155 ended up in a dead-end alley of a garbage dump. But he was good at hiding himself in a pile of plastic bags as soon as the hoofbeats approached."I know you're here." Marcell joined the chase, following a man who had shot someone dead in front of the cafe.R155 quickly clicked the button on t
Marcell lost consciousness completely. His eyes closed and his body collapsed against the backrest. Until arriving at Heathrow airport Marcell was still unconscious. Two flight attendants and one steward looked worried because Marcell did not wake up when tapped on the shoulder. They agreed to call health workers so that Marcell could be taken to the medical room. "How long has he been unconscious?" asked the nurse on duty. A steward named Nichol accompanied Marcell and his friends had gone to attend to other matters. "I don't know. I think he's been asleep since the plane started flying," Nichol replied casually. The nurse began analyzing again and taking notes on the chest board which she would report when the doctor arrived. "You can go out, and please call his family." Hearing the nurse's order, Nichol rushed out and searched for Marcell Clark's details. Thirty minutes of searching, but it turned out that Marchell was an orphaned man. Nichol didn't know who else to contac
This is the tense part in the operational room. One S-agent, or system, of two began to break out in a cold sweat. Subject M155 did not wake up immediately even though the charging port had been plugged into the back of Marcell's neck for 15 hours.Stomping footsteps made cold sweat pour down Dr. Ivanovich's temples. He had studied Bio Weapon all his life. It was no wonder that Dr. Ivan was included in the mission to form subject M155 by H155. "You're forgetting something," the man said. He was the highest caste in the company. Not H155, but the founder of the company and the originator of the creation of subject M155. Dr. Ivan frowned, not understanding. Meanwhile, Prof. Jose Luis stopped his activities for a moment. He came closer to Dr. Ivan and the company founder."Marcell Clark has been alive for 20 years. But M155 has been in his brain for 19 years. It has been active since about two weeks or just 10 days ago. The existing version of M155 is outdated. Subject version 155.23
Marcell's heart skipped a beat as he read the text. He didn't see it wrong, did he?Alan Blayze? Hermes?Was this Alan really an employee of Hermes and still active today? Was his former job as a property marketer just a front?BRAK! Marcell turned his head, finding Alan in the doorway of his room with his breath taken away. Marcell could see the look of panic on Alan's face.Not to mention when Alan accidentally saw his lanyard in Marcell's hand. Alan looked even more speechless. So let Marcell take the lead in this conversation. "You lied to me about the original job you left?" Marcell asked calmly. But he stood firmly facing Alan who had stepped a little into Marcell's room."That...""You're not from Mr. Blayze's property company," Marcell interrupted Alan.Do you know what happened as soon as Marcell said the word Blayze? The system in his head immediately activated and opened up everything about Alan Blayze's life history.Right in the laboratory room Prof. Jose looked panicke
Alan had invited the accounting expert to come to Marcell's mansion. They had talked, Marcell had also been introduced. The man said his purpose was to check the financial statements of Papercrunch. "As we know, not all companies play clean. Even if there is a mistake of 1 dollar or 20 dollars they will do various ways to make the report appear balanced." Zack said. The man has been in the accounting world for 15 years. Often invited to work together by large companies to carry out the audit process or tax reporting. "This is the first time I've handled Papercrunch's financial statements. As far as I know, this company does not use the services of a third party. The audit process and tax reporting are all done by internal employees." Marcell remained silent. He waited for the final results of Zack's examination. Previously Alan had conveyed the irregularities that he examined from the reports and account mutations. Approximately 5 hours had passed to scrutinize a month's finan
The footsteps galloped down the hallway. Behind him, two men struggled to keep up with the boss. Already, his face looked like he was ready to explode with emotion.BRAK!!!The sound of a folder slamming on the table was enough to interrupt the laughter in the procurement room.Lucas, who had been joking around with his partner, his back to the door, turned around and was surprised by his boss's arrival. Foolishly, he hadn't realized that Sebastian was angry about something else. Not for joking around during work hours."IDIOT!" Sebastian, his face flushed with anger, pointed at Lucas' face. "You think I don't know that you manipulate data?"Lucas' face turned pale as he started to feel bad. "What are you talking about?""Where did 7980$ of development funds go?" asked Sebastian directly. It all started when he met with Frederick yesterday and his friend told him when the construction process would be carried out. Even though the team of foremen and construction workers had been worki
Clara. That was not her real name. It took time to consider and check the skills of the girl Alan proposed to help Marcell's mission.Besides being good at acting, in fact Clara is also good at operating computers and retrieving important data from other computers. Let's call her a hacker."How is it?" Asked Marcell sitting on the sofa once Miu had arrived in her office clothes.Yep, Clara is Miu. Hwang Miu who used to be the cashier for Puffy Muffy. Marcell also remembered that the girl was from the computer department."I've made a contract with Papercrunch." Miu shifted the document that already had her signature with Mr. Lucas' signature.Marcell smiled. He examined the contents of the document again. The original plan was to play both parties until they found out who was behind it. Lucas was a shrew at Papercrunch. In addition, Marcell would also play Mr. Nicholas into this game. He wanted to usurp Nicholas' position in the shareholder rankings."What's next?" Miu asked."Tomorro
As a shareholder and as a friend who had just gotten acquainted with the owner of the company. Marcell boldly invited Sebastian through his secretary to come to the Mansion, as an open house event. Not only Sebastian but also several other shareholders. Even though he didn't know Sebastian well, this was the only way Marcell could find a way to get in and get close to the other conglomerates. Alan had prepared everything, from simple but classy décor, food catering and other snack booths that could be enjoyed. He also set up a Puffy Muffy booth so that guests could get to know Marcell's business as well. "It's soft, and the flavor captivates my tongue. Hahaha..." praised one guest who tasted the cake in front of the Puffy Muffy booth. Mike and Arjuna, who Marcell intentionally brought in, helped build the event. "I heard you were the best graduate in your school," said a guest friend to Arjuna who was wearing a chef's outfit this time. Arjuna smiled to hear it. "I guess so hahaha."
Marcell was successful enough to keep Stefan interested and on his mind all day. The boy was not focused on his soccer game. He was in a bad mood, more sensitive and irritable.Meanwhile, the culprit was reading a book quietly in his spacious mansion. Playing classical music on vinyl.Iya could predict that Stefan would already be provoked and distracted by her arrival as the new Marcell. He would be more interested in her and finding out other facts.Just the thought of it was enough to make Marcell smile slyly."You're in a good mood," said someone who suddenly appeared from behind him.Alan, still at Marcell's mansion after yesterday Mike returned to Oxford first."I'm imagining a cunning plan," Marcell replied without even looking at Alan.Instead, Alan was enjoying the music Marcell was playing. Leaning his shoulder against the back door frame while looking at Marcell's private lake view."It turns out you're this rich, it's only fitting that you don't have to think twice about b
Marcell and Stefan's interaction stopped wordlessly and left a question mark. The event had begun, the host began to give a rundown of the event and of course invited Mr. Sebastian Johnson as the owner of the company to give a speech.The guests gave Sebastian a loud clap when he greeted them. Apart from the presence of Marcell Clark in an expensive suit, it was the man who came to Papercrunch and got a seat in the event hall. Stefan was shocked when Sebastian unveiled the name of the shareholder in his company.How? How did that happen? That was the question mark in Stefan's head. He knew full well that the courier from Yale had no future at all. He came from an orphanage, had no privileges, and was only a high school dropout.But how could his father mention Marcell Clark's name as shareholder number 36 with a percentage of 4.8%.Stefan looked back, across from where Marcell was sitting tall and calm. He could see the smug, smug smile on Marcell's face.Turning his body forward agai
Marcell widened his eyes to see two grown men standing in front of the gate. He hadn't expected that. Of course, how could Alan and Mike come here without telling him first. "Wow, this is your real home in New Haven. How marvelous." Alan gaped at the sight behind Marcell's back. "It turns out you're a real rich man," Mike poked his head in to see what Marcell's mansion looked like. "How did you guys get here?" asked Marcell confused."Let us go in first, let's chat inside in the heat outside." Without permission Mike immediately walked over Marcell to walk into Marcell's yard. His gaze was still admiring how spacious and well-designed the outside was. Marcell looked at Mike only with a surprised look.Alan shrugged his shoulders and followed Mike who entered first. Marcell exhaled, letting his two friends' behavior go. He closed the gate and followed.Ignoring Mike and Alan who were still impressed with the mansion, Marcell grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge and served them
Marcell still hasn't crossed paths or intentionally not met Stefan. All he knew yesterday was that Jasmine was joking around with her friend. But she was unaware of Marcell's attention. And Marcell didn't care about that. His only target was Stefan.Still hadn't found a definite strategy. Ah shit Marcell just remembered. He left his studies, even though the school year was already underway. Damn it. Could he switch to online classes?Snickering, Marcell became even more annoyed when he realized there was no Alan around.It felt like Marcell was really lonely. He had no one around him. Will he be like this until he grows old? Living alone without a family.Marcell got up from his reclining position. He picked up the invitation on the black table with fancy decorations. There was a birthday event for the television channel at the Homewood Suites hotel. It's from Jacob, they are still good friends now.Marcell opened the invitation to find out if it was someone's or a company's birthday.