As the final victory of the business department unfolded, the crowd erupted into a symphony of cheers and jubilation. The air vibrated with the collective elation of the spectators, and within the business department, the joy was palpable.Cheers cascaded through the air like a waterfall as members of the business department embraced each other, celebrating their unexpected triumph. Among the exuberant voices, praises for Benjamin echoed with genuine admiration, "He did it! Benjamin turned the game around!""What a comeback! That was pure brilliance.""Who knew we had a tug of war strategist in our midst?""Benjamin, you're a hero! What a leader!""I can't believe we won! This is incredible!""Madam Cordelia must be proud. Benjamin really proved himself today.”The five members, including the one who initially led the tug of war, shared a moment of joyous celebration. The leader, who initially harbored doubts about Benjamin's ability to secure victory when he exchanged positions, no
The pace was deliberate, almost deceivingly slow. It was a strategic move to lull the accounting department into a false sense of security. The rhythm of the pull seemed to echo the ebb and flow of anticipation on the field.The accounting team, initially confident, found themselves surprised by Benjamin's unconventional approach. They had prepared for a fierce and immediate struggle, but instead, Benjamin orchestrated a gradual, methodical pull.As the rope inched towards the red line, Benjamin, with a knowing smile, unleashed the surprise. In a sudden burst of coordinated effort, his team reversed the direction, catching the accounting department off guard. The slow-paced pull had served its purpose — it disarmed the opponent, setting the stage for a swift and unexpected counterattack that left the accounting team scrambling to regain control.“Pull at once with a force.” Benjamin yelled. Without wasting time his team pulled at once and then won the accounting department. Wow!” Unbe
"Are you asking why?" the manager frowned."Of course, sir. I'm eager to know why because I don't understand why all of a sudden prices would be increased by 30 percent," Cordelia repliedThe manager leaned back in his chair and explained, "Cordelia, the Market Square attracts a significant number of visitors, contributing to the consistent flow of customers to your supermarket. It's our collective effort to maintain high standards here, which, in turn, reflects positively on your business, enabling you to thrive and make good profits.”Cordelia’s brows furrowed as she attempted to reason with the manager. "I understand the need for adjustments, but the current prices are already higher than the standard. Adding another 30 percent makes it more than just an increase; it's becoming exorbitant.”The manager, visibly angered, slapped his hand on the table. "How dare you? You question something I've taken time to calculate as abnormal? Are you insinuating that the prices are too high? Do
After leaving the manager's office, Cordelia with an angry expression walked to her supermarket. Cordelia's supermarket was a well-lit and organized space with neatly arranged shelves stocked with a variety of products. The camera surveillance system was discreetly placed to ensure security. The supermarket offered a diverse range of goods, including groceries, fresh produce, household items, and more. Staff members were efficiently attending to their tasks, ensuring the smooth operation of the store. Customers moved about, filling their baskets with various items. As Cordelia entered her supermarket, a wave of respect emanated from the staff. They paused in their tasks and greeted her with a collective warmth. "Good afternoon, Ms. Winslow," echoed through the aisles as each staff member acknowledged her presence. Cordelia nodded lightly and walked to the big counter in the corner where a lady in a suit was seated. She was the one managing Cordelia's supermarket.Seeing Cordelia, s
Cordelia returned to the dining area with a tray of steaming food. On the plate was a succulent piece of roasted meat, surrounded by a generous portion of fluffy rice. The plate also held a colorful mix of well-seasoned vegetables, enhancing the visual appeal and flavors of the meal. She placed it in front of Benjamin, the rich aroma filling the room."Here you go, Benjamin," she said, setting the fork and knife beside the plate. The combination of meat, rice, and veggies promised a delightful and well-balanced dinner. "Enjoy your meal. It's a little bit of everything to make it special.”Benjamin nodded and said thank you. Cordelia then said, “Let me get you wine too.” She then opened the fridge at the side and pulled out a bottle and started pouring. Benjamin nodded appreciatively as Cordelia mentioned getting some wine. As she poured, his eyes caught a glimpse of the small scratch on her hand. Concern immediately flashed across his face, and without hesitation, he got up and gently
Soon, Benjamin arrived at the market square, where he parked his car and got down. Although it was late, the market was still bustling with activities. People were still in their stores, selling. The market square, under the glow of dimmed lights, exuded a lively atmosphere. Vendors hurriedly attended to the remaining customers, and the night air carried the fragrance of various goods. Benjamin, unsure of the exact location of the manager's office, decided to seek guidance from someone familiar with the market square. He approached a vendor who seemed to be organizing his goods."Excuse me, sir," Benjamin politely began, "could you please direct me to the manager's office?”The vendor, taking a moment to pause his work, looked up at Benjamin. "Ah, you're looking for the manager, eh? Climb the stairs and go straight down this aisle, take a left, and it's the third door on your right.”"Thank you very much," Benjamin expressed his gratitude with a nod before following the directions gi
With blood now staining the manager's face and his pleas becoming increasingly desperate, Benjamin showed no mercy. The manager, disheveled and battered, begged for mercy, his words choked with fear and pain."Please, I didn't mean it! I'll do anything!" the manager pleaded, bloodied and broken, as Benjamin continued to mete out a punishment that seemed to have no end. The office echoed with the manager's anguished cries and Benjamin's relentless determination to extract justice for Cordelia."I'm teaching you just a light lesson," Benjamin declared. Saying this, he removed the manager's clothes, leaving him in a vulnerable state. "Not just to Cordelia, but this shouldn't be done to any lady," Benjamin stated firmly. With a stern expression, he delivered a single firm blow to the manager's pot belly.The manager, feeling the impact, fell to his knees, realizing the error of his ways. "I'm sorry for asking her for that, forgive me," he pleaded.Although the manager continued to plead
Benjamin smiled and said, "Good choice. So now tell me, do you have the ownership files here? And everything?"The market square owner nodded and replied, "Of course." He then walked over to a box in the corner and entered certain codes. The box opened, revealing a substantial file that he brought out and placed on the table. "Here."Benjamin looked at it and said, "Nice. Now tell me, how much are you selling this square?"The market square owner hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing as he carefully weighed his response. After a thoughtful pause, he finally spoke, "Well, Mr, this square is indeed valuable. I was initially considering a higher figure, given its potential and strategic location."He took another moment, then continued, "However, for the right buyer, and considering your interest, I'm willing to sell it for $5 million." The market square owner anticipated Benjamin's response, half-expecting him to express reservations about the offered $5 million. However, to his
The rugged man clenched his fists, his pride warring with his fear. “You can’t be serious,” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.Abdelkarim cocked the gun audibly, tilting his head. “Do I look like I’m joking?”Reluctantly, the rugged man lowered himself to his knees, the humiliation evident on his face. His companions followed suit, each moving with visible hesitation. The restaurant’s patrons and staff watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide as they bore witness to the surreal scene.One of the men reached for Abdelkarim’s shoe, his hand shaking as he wiped at it with his sleeve. Abdelkarim smirked, glancing down at their feeble attempts. “Pathetic,” he muttered. “Put some effort into it.”As the men continued their reluctant task, Abdelkarim’s tone turned colder. “Now, let’s add some respect to the mix. Each of you will address me properly while you’re down there.”The rugged man looked up, his face twisted with fury and shame. “What do you mean?”Abdelkarim leaned in s
The room fell into an eerie silence, the earlier chatter and laughter evaporating like smoke. All eyes were on Abdelkarim, who stood tall with the gun firmly in his grasp. Even the rugged man who had slapped him seemed caught off guard, his eyes widening in a mix of disbelief and anger.Benjamin, who had been calmly observing moments earlier, straightened in his seat, his sharp gaze narrowing as he assessed the situation. He hadn't anticipated this escalation, and for a fleeting moment, his surprise flickered across his face. Cipherella, sitting beside him, froze, her lips parting slightly as her eyes darted between Abdelkarim and the scarred man.The tension was palpable. The rugged man pushed his chair back slightly, his hands clenching into fists as if ready to retaliate. His companions, who had been laughing moments ago, now looked uneasy, their confidence shaken."You think this is funny?" Abdelkarim said, his voice steady, but the undercurrent of anger was unmistakable. He point
The room went tense as Abdelkarim froze, his gaze darting nervously to the man’s threatening expression. Around them, a few other patrons glanced over.Cipherella’s delicate brows furrowed with concern as she leaned closer to Benjamin, her voice barely above a whisper. "Master, they’re trying to bully him," she said, her eyes darting between Abdelkarim and the rugged man.Benjamin didn’t respond immediately. His sharp gaze remained fixed on the scene, observing every detail—the posture of the men, Abdelkarim’s unease, and the simmering tension in the air. Finally, he nodded slowly and said, "Let’s just watch for now.”"But Master—" Cipherella started, her worry evident."Relax," Benjamin interrupted gently, his tone calm but firm. "Let’s see how he handles himself first. If things go too far, I’ll step in."Cipherella hesitated, but she trusted Benjamin’s judgment. She bit her lip and stayed quiet, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as her eyes returned to Abdelkarim.Meanwhile, Abd
As they entered, Benjamin's gaze swept over the bustling interior of the establishment. The atmosphere was thick with chatter, clinking glasses, and faint music playing in the background. At one side of the room, a group of rugged-looking men occupied a long table. They were loud, drinking and eating heartily, with wisps of smoke curling from the cigarettes and cigars they casually puffed.Their appearances were striking—some had jagged scars running across their cheeks.Others had scarves tied around their heads, their expressions hard and uninviting, with sharp eyes that scanned the room like predators on the lookout. A few wore leather jackets with frayed edges, while others had rugged shirts and boots.Benjamin took note but didn’t linger on them. Instead, he calmly made his way to an unoccupied corner on the other side of the room. He settled into a chair with an air of quiet authority, his face betraying no hint of concern. Cipherella followed closely, her gaze flickering brief
Benjamin settled back onto the couch, gesturing for Cipherella to sit. She listened intently as he recounted the night's events."Cipherella," he began, "I met Abdelkarim yesterday. His boss wasn’t exactly treating him right, and he seemed ready for a change."Abdelkarim shifted uneasily, but Benjamin continued. "We ended up being followed by three of Darnell's men. They tried to corner us, but I convinced them to switch sides and work for me. Abdelkarim here was part of that, and he’s proven he’s willing to take on something bigger.”Cipherella raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “And they just… agreed? Just like that?”Benjamin nodded, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Sometimes all it takes is to show someone what they’re worth. They’d been risking their lives for scraps. Now, they have a reason to be loyal." He glanced at Abdelkarim, who looked both grateful and a little overwhelmed.Cipherella sighed, finally relaxing a bit. “If you trust him, Master, then that’s enough
The men exchanged nervous glances, doubling down on their story despite Darnell's threat. The first man cleared his throat, attempting to sound confident. "Boss, like we said, it was just a routine check. We saw the car following and thought it could be a minor threat, so we stopped to make sure it wasn’t an issue. But they turned around as soon as we approached."The second man nodded quickly. "Exactly, boss. We didn’t think it was worth disturbing you for something so small, figured we could handle it ourselves.”Darnell's gaze remained icy, not buying the excuses. His eyes bored into each one of them, but they held firm, each nodding in agreement, sticking to their story. "We were just looking out for you, boss," the third one added, trying to muster confidence. "Didn’t want to waste your time.”Darnell narrowed his eyes at them one last time, as if weighing the truth of their story. Finally, with a wave of his hand, he dismissed the tension. “Fine,” he said sharply. “Get back in
The men climbed out of their cars and walked over to Darnell’s vehicle, where he stood waiting, his expression already dark with suspicion. As they approached, he wasted no time.“What’s wrong?” Darnell’s voice cut through the silence, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “Where’s the last car?”The men looked at each other, shifting uncomfortably, clearly at a loss. Finally, one of them spoke up. “We...we don’t know, boss. One minute, they were right behind us, and the next...they weren’t.”Darnell’s jaw tightened. “I don’t want excuses. Give me an answer.”They fumbled for words, but all they could offer was a helpless shrug. Frustrated, Darnell took a deep breath and crossed his arms. “Fine. Who was in the last car? Give me their names. Now.”The men stammered for a moment, then rattled off the names of the three who had been in the missing car, exchanging nervous glances as they waited for Darnell's reaction.Darnell narrowed his eyes, his impatience evident. “Call them. Now,” he ordere
As the men disappeared down the road, Abdelkarim turned to Benjamin, a worried crease on his brow. "Do you trust them? What if they tell their boss everything?"Benjamin's expression was unwavering. "They won’t."Abdelkarim’s eyebrows rose, disbelief flickering in his gaze. "How do you know?"Benjamin smirked, a trace of confidence in his eyes. "Because I gave them something Darnell never has: respect. They’ve been doing his dirty work for scraps. Darnell treats them as disposable. But me? I just paid them a month’s worth in minutes and offered them a way out. Right now, loyalty is cheap—but it’s the one thing Darnell can't buy.”Abdelkarim nodded slowly, his gaze steadying with newfound determination. “I’m ready to work for you, Benjamin,” he said with a slight smile. “But... tonight, I don’t have anywhere to stay. I might just end up sleeping in the car.”Benjamin’s expression softened. “Don’t worry about that. You’ll stay with me,” he replied. “As long as you’re willing to follow m
Benjamin looked at them intently. “How much do you want to be paid?” he asked, his voice calm but commanding.The men glanced at each other, hesitating for a moment. Finally, one spoke up, “Every month… pay us double what Darnell does.”The other nodded, adding quickly, “Yeah. 2000 dollars each.”Benjamin smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. He had expected them to ask for something outrageous—10,000, even 50,000 dollars a month. Instead, they only wanted a mere double of what Darnell paid them. To someone like him, 2000 dollars was nothing, even if he had to pay them that amount daily.“Deal,” he said without hesitation, nodding once.They stared at him, dumbfounded. “Wait… deal? Just like that?” one of them asked, disbelief evident in his voice.Benjamin shrugged. “2000 dollars a month is nothing to me if you’re loyal and good at what you do.”They exchanged glances, still stunned by his response. "You... you really mean that?" one of them asked, sounding almost hopeful.Benja