“Don't give her the contract,” he frowned after reading the message from the anonymous number. Could it be his boss? That was the first question that crossed his mind. No, that's a lie. His boss hasn't messaged him with an anonymous number and even if I want to pass a message across to him, he could just call him. So who is this person? He asked himself but he couldn't get an answer to it. He clenched his fist with anger after concluding that it wasn't his boss who sent the message. It was someone else who must be aware of his meeting with Mrs. Olivia. Who else could be aware of the meeting and still dare to be playing around with him?Could it be that man? He snapped out of his trance as he remembered the man who caused a nuisance in the conference hall. It was Smith. Although the man seemed to be the only one aware of the gathering apart from his boss, Smith didn't have his number so there was no way he could reach out to him so quickly. “Who are you? And why did you ask me no
“Smith? Mr. Smith,” Stephen mumbled and roamed around in the hall with a worried look on his face. Mrs. Olivia, who didn't understand his change of countenance and attitude, decided to question him. “What's wrong with you, Mr. Stephen? You can talk to me,” she said and he glared at her. “What's there to talk about? Will you solve my problem?” He snapped at her and she stared at him with a confused look. How dare he speak to her in such a deteriorating manner! Although she was angry at him for disrespecting her, she decided to let it go because she knew that something could be wrong with him. But could it be? What could make his mood change instantly? It was after a phone call that he started to behave in such a way. “What do you want?” He asked in a cold tone. “I hope he isn't the one,” he prayed silently with his hand trembling as he picked up his phone to call Smith, who had called him earlier. Smith picked up after the third ring and he spoke up. “Is it true that you're the
“The new owner said that?” She asked with a surprised look and he nodded his head. She hissed and threw her head backward with a cold look on her face. “What's his name? How can you know the new boss asked me to do such a despicable thing, huh?”“I can't stoop so low to kneel before anyone because of a stupid deal,” she hissed and looked away with a cold demeanor. “Are you sure of what you're saying?” The lady asked in a cold tone and he nodded his head in response. “You can find out yourself if you have doubts,” he said and showed the proof that she needed to know that Mr. Joshson no longer had authority over the company. It belonged to someone else. “So you're going to send me out because of that, huh? Isn't my proposal good enough?” She asked and he ruffled his hair with a frustrated look on his face. “Haven't I told you that before you can get a contract you have to do what he needs?”“I hope you know this is no longer about the business proposal because it's up to the standa
“The slap?” She asked with a confused look after he made such a deteriorating statement. She didn't understand what he meant by that statement. Smith, who noticed she was confused, decided to play a tough mind game with her. “Why do you look confused? Am I wrong that you were slapped by Mr. Stephen, your supposed manager?” He asked and glanced at her. What! Her eyes widened in shock and her mouth opened agape as she began to understand what he meant by that statement. “The slap? How do you know about it?” She asked in a cold tone. “You're an adult, right? I bet you're smart enough to unravel the mystery by yourself,” he said and turned in the direction of his car. “What mystery? Come back and tell me how you managed to know that Stephen slapped me,” she demanded and he smirked. “I'm no longer your daughter's husband so you should know how to address me. And besides, you can't force an answer out of me if I want to remain silent,” he said in a cold tone. “Whatever,” she said an
“How could it be true? Smith is the new owner of Walmart company. Does that mean he bought it for half a billion dollars? That's not possible. I can't believe it,” Olivia talked to herself as she walked on the lonely path where she parked her car. After Smith left, she couldn't stop thinking about what she had learned from the new Smith. He wasn't the same Smith she used to know. Before he used to depend on them whether to eat or drink despite working as a part-time cleaner and chef, but now, he has changed a lot. It only took him a month to become rich and powerful. How is that possible? Rich enough to purchase a company as big as the Walmart company. She knew there was something mysterious about him but she couldn't tell what it was. She decided to make it her work to find out what he was depending on. Not only has he become bold and arrogant but he is also rich that she doubted if she was up to his standard. She took a deep breath, finding it hard to unravel the so-called my
“What do you want?” Stephen asked in a cold tone as a staff knocked at his door and came in. “I'm sorry to disturb you but I want to let you know that Tiana is having an issue with one man who claims he wants to see you,” the staff member said and he frowned. “Me?” He asked with a confused look on his face because he wasn't expecting anyone today. The meeting he was supposed to have with his proficient client had been postponed so he couldn't understand why another person claimed he wanted to see him. “What's the problem?” He asked and the staff shook his head. “I don't know,” the staff replied. “Okay, fine. Where are they?” He asked and stood up from the chair after the staff directed him to the place. The reception! Why is Tiana having an issue because of him? Although he knew Tiana, he felt she shouldn't try harder to make herself relevant because he liked her too. He shook his head with a sigh and climbed the stairs then approached Tiana, who was exchanging abusive words
Smith released the breath he didn't know that he was holding after he returned home. He parked his car at the parking lot and stepped out of the car then slammed the car door shut. He walked into the house and threw himself on the couch. He relaxed on the couch for a while until he recovered his strength. He stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen then reached out to a bottled water in the fridge. He pulled off the lids and drank the whole content in a single gulp. He breathed out and walked out of the kitchen. He climbed the stairs and entered the master bedroom. He lay on the bed after entering his room. He stared at the ceiling blankly, thinking of what to do the next day in the USA. He had no one to talk to. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up as his phone rang loudly from the sitting room. “This call better be a good thing,” he complained, walked out of the room then climbed down the stairs to the sitting room. He reached out to his phone on the call a
“If I may ask, what are you planning to do, Young Master?” Micheal asked and bowed his head respectfully, avoiding Smith's eye contact. “It's not something you need to know,” Smith said. “Why don't you wait and watch as I bring them down? Where's the fun if you know about the plan?” He asked and Micheal nodded his head. “It's fine with me. I can't wait to see how you bring them down yourself, Young Master,” Micheal said and smiled then Smith nodded his head. “That's enough,” he said and waved his hand conclusively. Micheal nodded his head and looked away. “We're here, Young Master,” the chauffeur said, breaking the silence that engulfed the car. Smith snapped out of his thoughts as Micheal called out to him. “Hope everything is fine with you, young master. This is the third time I'll be calling you,” Micheal said and he shook his head. “I'm fine. Thanks for your concern,” he said and stepped down from the car with a cold look on his face. “Have a great day, young master,” the