Then came the second student, the third then the fourth till more than ten students forcibly drank water from the closet that day.“A bottle of water cost a dollar you should be thankful we made you had two, we saved you $2 pal,” Jack whispered to each of the victims before leaving them on the toilet floor.All the students were scared to the core. It seemed only the students that had openly disapproved of Sydney’s leadership got the chance to drink Jack’s water. So to avoid the torture the students pretended to be okay with her leadership.The news of Sydney and Jack’s inhumanity got to Michael. Few students ran to him for help, maybe they forgot he was no longer the SGA president. “You should go report to the dean,” he said to the students.“We already did, he immediately dismiss any case once Jack or Sydney is mentioned,” This would have been an easy one if he was still the president, he would have gone straight to the VC office.“Am sorry but am no longer the president, there is
"I don't think you kids are quite aware of what's at stake here, of the consequences of what you're being accused of. Do not push me beyond what I can take!"The Vice chancellor yelled angrily as he glared harshly at Jack, Sydney and the other officials except for Benjamin.It's been over half an hour since the students have been summoned to his office to face questioning for the accusations leveled against them by Michael Winchester and Benjamin but it seemed none of them were ready to cooperate and admit to what they'd done.The Vice chancellor was already starting to get pissed off with all of their lies and excuses."I don't understand you vice chancellor, seriously does this guy not understand English anymore or something? What exactly do you want us to say? I already told you it was nothing like that! Sydney and I are being falsely accused"Jack said rudely on top of his voice as he addressed the VC and Michael immediately turned to him with a glare."Watch the way you speak to
Nobody could believe how fast the Ferrari could go. Michael made it seem as if the car had no brakes; all he did was step harder on the gas pedal.The drivers could only hear the resounding echo of Michael's car as it thundered past, overtaking every vehicle on the highway. Only God knows how many traffic charges he might face later, but that was the least of his worries at the moment.In just a matter of minutes, Michael reached the hospital and hastily exited his car as if he were being pursued, leaving the door ajar. "Hey! You can't park here," a stern voice called from behind.Michael ignored the parking officer as he dashed into the hospital. His mind was consumed with urgency, in rush he inadvertently collided with others "Take it easy man! Watch where you are going," a voice chided him but he paid no heed. After few inquiries, he finally found Mr Charles in the waiting area outside the operating theatre. “Tell me this is a prank, Charles” Michael said though he knew all too we
It’s been a week since the surgery and Mr Winchester was still yet to regain consciousness. Michael insisted he should be the first person his father should see when he finally comes around, so he never for once left the hospital. How ironic life could be, with all the wealth that Mr Winchester had garnered he was going to live the remainder of his entire life like a puppet on strings. The thought of this gave his son sleepless nights but he rather prefer he was still alive. He hoped the doctors were wrong about the disorder. Finally, he was awake. Michael could see his father roaming his eyes up and down, groaning in the process; an indication he was trying to speak but no words came out.What if he was paralyzed, Michael cared less at the moment, and all that mattered was that his father was back to life. “Dad! You are awake.” Michael said in excitement.“Oh my God. Nurse! Nurse!” he called out happily as he exited the room and returned with a doctor and a nurse. The doctor placed
Michael guffawed so loud that every other communication in the restaurant ceased for a minute, all eyes turned toward their table and he quickly covered his mouth as he ended the laugh in his palms.“You must be joking, Mrs McCoy. Can you hear yourself? Charles Edward?” He said before he snorted.“Yes Michael, he is the one responsible for the attack on your father”“Can you stop saying that? That man is more than an emissary to my dad. He have given his whole life to him, all my father have accomplished is all thanks to him. Why on earth would he want him dead?” Michael stared at her with a frown as he expressed disappointment in her accusation.“Because he want what is rightfully yours; to take over the companies and inherit your father’s wealth to himself,” she quickly glanced to her left and right looking suspicious.“What are you afraid of? This restaurant is very secured,” Michael asked as he noticed how tensed and uneasy she was.“Mr Charles, if he finds out about this I wil
How can the Winchester empire stand without Mr Charles, he knew the ins and outs of the companies even more than Mr Winchester himself. Nobody deserved the post more than him but his deceit cannot be overlooked.Michael could not even sleep, he rolled from one side of the bed to the other; caught in the confusion of whether what he did to Charles was right or wrong. “He planned to kill dad and take control of his wealth, he deserved it,” was the justification Michael gave to himself.With Mr Charles no more, who will manage all his father’s companies? Was the question that took sleep from his eyes till the next morning.“Young master, Mr Winchester is refusing to eat,” a female voice called from the door and Michael slowly opened his eyes. He could not sleep the whole night and had just closed his eyes this morning only to be wake by the senior cook of the mansion.Michael quickly followed her to his dad’s room as he dismissed the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. “He did
All decisions regarding Winchester oil and gas will now be made by Mrs Jennifer McCoy, that means she had the right to decide who the company will collaborate with, how it will spend if funds as well as who can invest in the company. In short she now controlled Winchester oil and gas.The whole boardroom seemed to be delighted with Michael’s declaration. Their excitement was an assurance for Michael that he made the right decision.A deep smile invaded her face as she stood from her seat as the others applauded her with an unending clap “Thank you! Thank you!” She said as she did a semi bow.“I don’t know what to say right now but am very honored to be assigned this great task. And I promise you this Michael, I will not disappoint your trust. I will take this company from the height it is to become the greatest oil company in the whole world,” she said as passion filled her voice.“I will generate so much billions for this company more than anyone could ever imagine. This I promise al
If there's something money cannot accomplish, then it's beyond existence. Michael sat with a big smile on his face as he watched the news.“A record-breaking achievement was set with the construction of the fastest-ever-built refinery, which concluded in just two months,” reported the news anchor woman.“The refinery stands out not only as the fastest construction project but also as the largest in the entire Middle East. It is anticipated to have a daily production capacity of 1.3 million barrels of oil and an annual revenue generation of $3 billion.” The reporter added.Its been two months since Michael gave that blank check to Mrs McCoy and now the whole world is talking about the mysterious oil refinery built within two months. How possible is that? But with money nothing is impossible, considering the number of blank checks Mrs McCoy had received from Michael.Though Michael never knew how much money was used to build the refinery but generating $3 billion dollars a year was rea