Inside the locker room, all the students who were going to be racing in the next twenty minutes were getting dressed. Some were outside warming up their rides and making sure everything was in order. The air was filled with anticipation. They had been revving their engines for this moment for weeks, and finally, the day of the big race had arrived. The room was a flurry of activity as everyone quickly got into their respective racing gear.Robert wore sleek, fire-resistant jumpsuits in their team colors, adorned with sponsors' logos and his name emblazoned on the back. He paired these with sturdy, protective helmets, gloves, and shoes, making sure every piece of safety gear was securely in place before he went out for the race.As they dressed, the drivers chatted nervously, discussing their strategies and goals for the race. Some did last-minute checks of their gear, while others visualized the track and their competitors. Ben and Jacob were also in the locker room, helping Robert wit
As the drivers prepared to start the race, they all entered their cars and strapped themselves in. Each of them was tense as they waited for the green flag to drop. The coach, stood at the starting line, gun in hand, ready to begin the race.But just as the drivers were about to put their cars in gear, the coach suddenly raised his hand, stopping Robert from proceeding."Hold up, Robert!" the coach shouted above the din of the revving engines. "Who asked you to join the race?" Robert's heart sank as he wondered what was wrong. He looked at Ben, who shrugged and mouthed "don't worry."The coach walked over to Robert's car, his eyes scanning the sleek Nissan. "What's going on, coach?" Robert asked, feeling a sense of unease. The last conversation they had was that if he got a car, he would join in the race, so what was he trying to say now?"Is this your car, Robert?" he asked, his eyes fixed on him."Yes, sir. It's mine!" came the confident reply.Mr. Jones scrutinized the car again, a
Mr. Jones quickly apologized. "I am sorry, sir. It was a misunderstanding, and it won't happen next time.""It better not!" Mr. Stanley hissed and walked away.Mr. Jones' face flushed with embarrassment as he stood there and watched the vice chancellor walk away. He couldn't fathom how he could come and just support Robert that way. Taking a trip down memory lane, he could remember vividly that the vice chancellor doesn't like Robert either, so why did he just come out now and even threaten to fire him? He breathed in and out before turning to his students so they wouldn't know he was really going through it now.Everyone heard what the vice chancellor said; the tone he used was also condescending.Mr. Jones smiled. "So all of you, I want a very square and fair match. No cheating, please be very, very careful while you race and don't bash your cars. Do the needful as I have taught you all, and come back here with good news. I'm not supporting anyone or rooting for anyone until the rac
"What do you mean they had an accident?" She was shocked. "What kind of accident? What really happened, ma'am?""I don't really know the details, but they need urgent attention now. Maybe after the race or when we get there, we will know what happened."Lily moved closer, her mind racing with different thoughts. "Do you know which of the students had the accident? Which of them, I mean - do you know their names or the numbers?"The lady nodded. "No, ma'am, I don't really know. I heard it's over-speeding that caused it."Lily's eyes widened in horror as she grabbed the lady's arm, her grip tightening with desperation. "Oh no, oh no, oh no...please tell me it's not Robert. Please tell me he's okay." Her voice trembled with fear, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.The lady's expression softened, but she hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I really don't know. I just heard it was one of the drivers. I don't know the name or which car it was. I'd advise you to just
A minute ago, Lily stood by the side of the tracks, her eyes fixed on the approaching car while her heart pounded in her chest. At that moment, all her mind could think of was whether it was Robert or if he was the one involved in an accident. As the car started to come even closer, it became more difficult to recognize it, as it was all covered in dirt of different sorts, so neither she nor Jacob and Ben could recognize the car at first glance. The two boys stood up, straining their eyes to see if it was Robert who was coming. His car was a mixed red and blue color, but this time the approaching car was all covered in black.Trying to look at the driver's face, it was quite hard since the supposed driver was wearing a helmet, and they couldn't see their face clearly. All they could see was an approaching vehicle that they couldn't tell if it was Robert or not. Both parties held their breath despite the loud cheers, as all they cared about was the well-being of their friend.As the ca
It was around 5:34 pm when Robert and Lily made their way to his car. This time the two didn't really care if they were still around the school surroundings or probably they forgot where they were. Lily quickly reached for the driver's seat. "I will drive," she opined.Robert was taken aback. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Don't worry about driving, I'm good, I can drive.""No, Robert," she protested. "You're not good. Look at you, all bruised up, and you say you're good. I'm sorry, you're not good, so I will have to drive today and take you to the hospital."Robert's lips curled up into a smirk. "Don't worry, Lily. I already texted my doctor, he is going to be coming home for my treatment. We don't need to bother about going to the hospital any longer."Lily's face faltered slowly. Apparently, she didn't believe whatever Robert was saying. She saw it as a medium he was trying to use to stall her away from taking him to the hospital. For the past minutes they were in the field, he n
The following day around 3pm he was done dressing up. Dressed in a Burberry suit, he glanced at himself in the mirror. As Robert gazed at his reflection, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and pride. He was dressed to impress in his tailored Burberry suit, which fit him perfectly and boosted his confidence. The charcoal grey color complemented his dark hair and piercing dark eyes, making him look like a million bucks.The suit itself was a work of art, with intricate stitching and a subtle pattern that added texture and depth. The jacket was fitted, accentuating Robert's broad shoulders and chiseled physique, while the trousers broke perfectly above his polished black shoes. A crisp white shirt and a slim black tie added a touch of elegance to his overall look, and a simple yet stylish watch adorned his wrist. Robert's hair was styled perfectly, with a hint of product adding a subtle sheen to his dark locks.As he turned to admire himself from different angles, Robert c
The next minute they were in the fashion department. That was the first department she took him to. Entering the fashion department, Robert noticed how large it was.As they entered the fashion department, Robert's eyes widened in amazement. The room was large, with rows upon rows of racks filled with clothes, shelves stacked with fabric bolts, and tables covered in sewing machines and design sketches. The air was buzzing with activity, with designers and seamstresses hurrying to and fro, chatting and laughing as they worked.Relly smiled, noticing Robert's fascination. "This is the heart of our company," she said. "Our fashion department is where we create the latest trends and styles that will be worn by people all over the world."Robert's eyes darted around the room, taking in the sights and sounds. "Wow, it's so big," he said. "How does it all work?"She nodded, happy to explain. "Well, first we have our design team, who come up with the initial concepts and sketches. Then we have
The company, once vulnerable in the wake of Madam President’s death, was now regaining its footing under Robert’s guidance. But his journey had only just begun, and he knew that he needed to be vigilant, for there were still enemies lurking in the shadows.His mother’s funeral, though somber, had not only been a farewell but also a declaration to the world that Robert was no longer the boy who lived in his mother’s shadow. He was stepping into his role with a newfound sense of purpose, and he would not be undermined.In the weeks that followed, Robert spent long hours at the company’s headquarters, pouring over documents and familiarizing himself with every intricate detail of the empire his mother had built. His butler, an older gentleman named Alfred who had served the family for decades, became an indispensable ally. Alfred had known Robert since he was a child, and he had seen the boy transform into the man standing before him.One evening, Alfred found Robert still working in hi
Madam President, as she was fondly known to the world, was a woman of unparalleled influence and charisma. Her life was a tapestry of triumphs, woven from years of building her empire and leading her company with a firm but compassionate hand. She had overseen countless business successes and was a beloved public figure, admired for her resilience and business acumen.But even the strongest of leaders are not invincible. Behind closed doors, the indomitable Madam President had been battling a relentless illness. The diagnosis had come suddenly and without warning, sending shockwaves through the lives of everyone who knew her, especially her only son, Robert. Despite her physical decline, she never let her illness dim her spirit or her drive to oversee her company’s affairs. Robert often marveled at his mother’s sheer determination, even when she was confined to her bed, issuing orders and signing documents with the same unwavering authority.The family spared no expense in providin
The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as the final figure was announced. Lila’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling at the sheer audacity of it all. How could this be happening? Robert was supposed to be the pauper here, the one barely scraping by, not the one making extravagant purchases without a second thought.Meanwhile, Anita’s smile grew even wider, a mix of disbelief and glee painted across her face. To her, it felt as though she had won the jackpot, her wildest dreams unfolding right before her eyes.Robert, however, merely smiled sheepishly, his calm demeanor unshaken by the staggering total. He turned to Anita and said, "I hope you’re satisfied with your picks. Let’s get these wrapped up."At the same time, When the assistant called out the total—$350,000—the shock on Lila and her companion’s faces was almost palpable. Lila’s eyes widened in disbelief, her carefully calculated confidence beginning to unravel as she processed the staggering figure. The man besi
Lila and her companion stood frozen, their eyes locked on Robert. The confidence with which he moved, the calm in his demeanor, and the absolute lack of fear in his voice were all completely at odds with the image of him they had clung to for so long. Every word he spoke, every action he took seemed to defy the expectations they had so carefully built around him.Lila's breath hitched as she watched Anita wheel the overflowing cart towards the register. Her gaze darted to the items, her mind racing as she tried to calculate the worth of everything piled inside. Her heart sank as the numbers began to add up—thousands upon thousands of dollars. The realization was like a punch to the gut. Could this really be happening? Could Robert, the man she had always considered beneath her, actually afford this?For years, Lila had carried a deep-seated belief that Robert was a nobody, someone to be mocked and dismissed. But that belief was now crumbling under the weight of what she was witnessin
Robert let out a calm smile, his eyes narrowing slightly as a cold expression settled on his face. "You're right, why won't I?" he responded, his tone icy and composed.Lila's scorn was unmistakable. She threw her head back and let out a sarcastic laugh, her eyes gleaming with mockery. "Really? Robert afford a bag this much?" she sneered, her gaze landing on the $89,000 price tag of the bag Anita had been eyeing earlier. "You? A pauper like you? Trying to level up so bad—it’s laughable!"She continued, "You’re in way over your head, Robert. You’re just digging your own grave, pretending to be something you're not. This is going to put you in serious trouble one day, mark my words."Her words dripped with disdain, but beneath her confident exterior, a seed of unease began to sprout. She couldn’t shake the memories of her past encounters with Robert. She recalled their run-in at the Luxor Hotel—how she had expected him to be exposed as a fraud or a thief, yet, to her bewilderment, he ha
The words hit Lila like a slap to the face. Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in fury, her face flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. For a moment, she was rendered speechless, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find a retort. But soon, the anger boiled over, and she exploded into a furious rant."You—how dare you!" she sputtered, her voice rising in pitch. "You think you can talk to me like that? Do you know who I am? I’ve got more class in my little finger than you’ll ever have! Those bags—those bags are worth more than anything you’ll ever touch! You’re nothing but a lowlife, a pathetic little con man who can’t afford even a scrap of what I have!"Lila’s face contorted with rage, her voice dripping with venom as she continued to rant, her words becoming more disjointed and desperate as she tried to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "You’re the joke here, Robert! A joke! And as for you," she spat, turning her glare towards Anita, "
The tension in the air was electric, thick and oppressive like a storm cloud ready to burst. The other guests, who had been observing the escalating situation with a mix of curiosity and skepticism, began to murmur amongst themselves, their voices tinged with both anticipation and judgment."Serves him right," one diner whispered, barely hiding a smirk. "He must be out of his mind to go up against someone like Mr. Smith.""Foolish, really," another chimed in, shaking their head. "He’s asking for it. The manager’s going to toss him out on his ear, just wait and see."The whispers grew louder, with some even casting pitying glances at Robert, while others openly mocked him. "He has no idea who he’s dealing with," one person commented with a sneer. "Smith’s a regular here, practically untouchable. That guy is done for."Anita, sitting beside Robert, could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She was visibly fidgeting, her fingers nervously tapping on the edge of the table. The thought o
Robert remained unnervingly calm as Mr. Smith's voice escalated, his threats echoing through the luxurious hall of the VIP section. His demeanor was as steady as a still lake before a storm, showing no hint of the tension burning beneath the surface. The more Mr. Smith ranted, the less Robert seemed to react, his composed expression only further fueling Mr. Smith’s fury.Mr. Smith sneered, his voice thick with venom. "You act like you’re above it all, like you own this place, you think everyone else is just as deceitful as you?"The other customers, were now turning their heads, their curiosity piqued by the growing commotion. Some whispered among themselves, while others watched intently, their food momentarily forgotten.Robert, sensing the perfect opportunity to twist the knife, leaned back in his chair, his expression calm. "Well, Smith," he said with a casual shrug, "if you must know, I own this place."Mr. Smith froze mid-rant, his eyes narrowing as he processed what Robert had
As Robert and Anita left the lively birthday party, the evening air was cool, and the city lights glittered around them. Anita’s stomach growled audibly, and she burst into laughter.“Okay, that’s embarrassing,” she said, rubbing her belly. “But seriously, I’m starving. We’ve been surviving on potato chips, cupcakes, and candy all night. I need some real food—something warm and hearty.”Robert chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I hear you. I can’t believe they called that a party spread. You know what? Let’s go somewhere special. I know a place.”Anita’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Special, huh? Fancy or casual?”“Oh, very fancy,” Robert said, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. “Trust me, you’ll love it.”Curiosity piqued, Anita grinned. “Alright, lead the way. Just don’t make me wait too long; I’m already dreaming about a perfect, gourmet meal.”They drove through the city, the anticipation growing as Robert pulled up to an elegant, upscale restaurant. The establishment exuded s