“Fired?” The receptionist, Alessia, asked in a weak tone. The vice president, Victoria, frowned and glared at her viciously. “I'm sure you're not deaf, Alessia, so pack all of your belongings and leave before I call the security guards on you.”“You're no longer needed in this company,” she said in a hoarse tone and Alessia's heart shook in fear. “Please don't do that to me. I won't do it again, ma'am,” Alessia said and fell on her knees. “That's too late. You should have thought of the repercussions of your action before looking down on her,” she said in a cold tone and Alessia shook her head with a sigh. She fought back the tears that threatened to pour down from her eyes. She knew that her life was going to be doomed if she left the company on a bad note. They would not only pay her this month's salary but they were also going to make sure she didn't get any official job from any company. She would be blacklisted. Getting blacklisted was the last thing she needed in her life
Smith turned to his step-brother, Jayden, who stared at him with a smirk on his face. Although he noticed something fishy about his brother's behavior, he didn't take it to heart. He chose to ignore it and pretend it never happened. “Have a nice day brother,” Jayden said and tapped on his shoulder then walked into the conference room. “You!” He muttered with a cold look on his face and bit on his lower lips. He wished he could break his brother's nose and make him pay for disrespecting him but he had to comfort himself because of the presence of the board members and directors who were present in the hall. He shrugged and walked into the conference hall with a cold look on his face. He arched his eyebrows as his gaze landed on the men in suits, who were present in the conference hall. They were probably the board members and directors as his father had said. He couldn't find any staff apart from the higher official who wouldn't dare to trifle with him. “Good morning, Young Mast
“My business qualification?” Smith asked with a confused look on his face, wondering why the man was asking him such a question. “Yes. You're going to be the chairman of their corporation very soon so we need to know whether you're qualified for the post or not,” the bald man, Mr. Alex, said and he scoffed inwardly. “Whether I'm qualified for the job?” He asked with a confused look, unable to understand the man's question. It seemed he was driving somewhere but he couldn't tell where the man was driving to. “Don't get me wrong, Young Master. I don't have the right to question you, I feel we should know how good and proficient you are in this business field. I'm sure you must be a business guru, isn't it?” Mr. Alex asked and flashed a cunning smile that he didn't fail to notice. Smith nodded his head and stroked his hand on his chin with a calm look on his face. He ignored the look on the face of the man standing before him. The man had something up his sleeves but he couldn't te
“Huh?” Smith muttered and stared at the man with a confused look but he looked away as though he was guilty of something. “Are you sure of what you're saying?” Smith asked in a demanding tone and the man shook his head. “What else do you need, Young Master? Statistically, sportswear will win,” the man said and Smith chuckled coldly. “That's fine if you say so,” Smith replied in a cold tone. “It's such a shame that a dropout like you wants to compete with someone like me with a master's in business administration.”“Don't try me next time, brother. You tried and I appreciate your efforts but you can't come close to my level,” Jayden said and laughed mockingly. “That's enough,” Mr. Adonis slammed his fist on the table and they fell silent. None of them dared to talk after noticing how angry he was. Nobody wanted to be on his bad side at that moment because he wouldn't hesitate to tear that person apart. “You should learn how to speak to your brother, Jayden. I thought I'd told yo
“You're my problem. Aren't you?” Jayden asked and chuckled then moved closer to Smith, who didn't pay attention to the smirk on his face. “What do you want?” Smith asked. “I don't want anything from you. I just wanted to have a peaceful chat with my brother. Is that something bad to ask for? That's what my father said. Isn't it?” He asked and Smith scoffed. “I'll leave if you have nothing else to say because I'd rather spend my time on productive matters than on you,” he said, and Jayden grunted. “That hurts,” Jayden said and chuckled. “It's funny to see you talking to me in that manner,” he added. “It seems you don't have anything to say. Have a nice day, brother,” Smith said coldly and twisted the knob of the door. “How was today's interview?” Jayden asked and he froze on the spot. He released his hand from the knob of the door and turned to the man before him. “What are you saying?” He asked and Jayden looked away. “Judging from your expression, I bet you love it. That's a
“That's fine. I understand you. You can't have a dropout as a Chairman of your corporation. It's understandable,” Smith said and his father shook his head with a sigh. “Please don't misunderstand me,” his father tried to convince him but he didn't listen. He had already made up his mind. “I understand, Dad. That's why I want to leave,” he said and his father stared at him with a confused look. “Leave? To where?” He asked. “To somewhere that I'm needed,” he said and dropped the car key on the table then walked out of his office with a cold look on his face. “You can't walk out of my office that way. Come back here, son,” his father called him but he ignored him and pretended as though he didn't hear him. He didn't want to have anything to do with his dad at that moment. It was obvious that his father didn't trust his ability. He chose Jayden who had a master's in business administration. What was he expecting anyway?He bit on his lower lips and clenched his fist with an angry l
The next day, he woke up and yawned loudly then stretched his arms widely. He stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Shortly, he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his body. His body was dripping with water. He pulled off the towel and dropped it on the floor then walked toward his wardrobe. He pulled it open and brought out a suit from the wardrobe. He wore it and reached out to the Golden Rolex watch on the dresser table. He smiled in satisfaction after staring at his handsome reflection in the mirror. “This is good,” he said and stared at the time on his wristwatch. “I still have half an hour,” he added and walked out of his room. He entered a black Camry car, limited edition, and drove out of the mansion, heading to the airplane. He parked his car in a garage in the airline and stepped out of the car then handed the key to one of the official staff there. He brought out his phone from his pocket and dialed one of the guard's phone numb
“How do you know my whereabouts?” he demanded in a cold tone as he glared at the phone in his hand. He was cold and fierce while he was addressing Micheal, who was his hacker. He didn't like the idea of Michela knowing about his location because his father could threaten him to spill out his location to him. He came to Italy with the hope that no one, even Sandra and Micheal, would know about it. He wasn't expecting Micheal to find out his location in less than 24 hours. Michael cleared his throat nervously and spoke into the phone. “I didn't mean to pry into your privacy but I had to follow the guard you sent to return the Lexus car to the mansion.”“The reason why I followed the guards to the airline was to clear every trace concerning your move because the car also has a tracker on it,” Michael said and he looked up with a surprised look on his face. “A tracker was there too?” He asked in a cold tone and Micheal nodded his head with a smile on his face. “Yes. What you don't