Robert stepped outside alongside Simon, the sight of three luxury vehicles waiting in the driveway greeted them, their sleek, polished exteriors glinting in the early morning light. The other drivers stood at attention, while one of them swiftly moved to open the door of the sleek Range Rover for Robert. He was all smiles, though he couldn’t quite hide the mix of emotions swirling inside him.... Today was a big day for him, no doubt—a day that would mark a significant turning point in his life.The engines purred to life, and the convoy pulled away from the mansion, heading towards a future filled with both uncertainty and opportunity. As they arrived at the sprawling compound of the company, Robert couldn't help but marvel at the size and scale of the operation. It was a place he was familiar with, having worked there before, but today it all felt different—more significant.Walking through the front entrance alongside Simon and his mother’s butler, Robert was stunned to realize th
The elevator ride felt longer than it was, each second ticking away in a shared, unspoken anticipation. Finally, the sharp ding of the elevator reaching its destination cut through the tension, almost like a release of pressure. The doors slid open, and they stepped into Mr. George’s office.Inside, Mr. George quickly gestured to the plush seats in his office, his voice tight with a forced calm. "Please, have a seat," he offered, trying to regain control of the situation. The office, though well-appointed, suddenly felt stifling, the air thick with the weight of unspoken concerns....Once they were seated, Mr. George, unable to bear the silence any longer, leaned forward. His eyes darted between Simon and Robert, searching for any clue as to why they were here."What brings you here this morning?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly despite his best efforts to stay calm. The earlier encounter with the receptionist had already rattled him, and he was determined not to leave another ba
"What the hell are you doing here, boy?" Mr. Justin roared, his voice cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. The walls seemed to reverberate with the force of his anger...."Didn’t I make myself clear enough that your services are no longer required here?"But Robert had bided his time, waiting for the right moment to turn the tables. He didn't reply Mr. Justin which only increased his anger. Mr. Justin, oblivious to the shift in power, continued his tirade. "I fired you a long time ago, and yet here you are, slinking around like a rat! What the hell do you think you’re doing in this organization?""You don’t belong here! And you’ve got the nerve to show your face at a board of directors meeting?" His voice dripped with venom, each word laced with the hatred and disdain he had always felt for Robert.The other managers and directors watched in stunned silence, their eyes flicking between Mr. Justin and Robert, unsure of what to make of the scene unfolding before them.
Robert ’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he watched Mr. Justin's anger escalate. He knew that provoking Mr. Justin would force him to reveal more than he intended. So he was Willing to make him take the bait....Despite Mr. Justin's rants, Robert remained composed, ready to handle the situation with wisdom to avoid any further escalation that could get out of hand.In a calm but probing tone, Robert continued, “It’s interesting you say that, Mr . Justin. But what makes you so confident that your decisions are beyond question? Especially when they seem to be driven by personal grievances?”Mr. Justin’s face was now flushed with fury as he glared at Robert. How dare him question his authority, he wish he could just stop this loser already but it seems he was not backing down anytime soon.“I’ve been making critical decisions in this company probably since you were still in diapers,” he snapped. “I will not let a nonentity like you undermine my authority here. Never! Your insolence is
Immediately Mr. George entered the room, a wry smile spread across both Robert ’s and Mr. Justin’s faces, though they carried entirely different meanings.Mr. Justin’s smile was one of triumph—he now had the security team and Mr. George on his side, and he was eager to deal with Robert mercilesslyWhile for Robert, the smile was one of quiet anticipation—he knew that once Mr. Justin discovered the reality of the situation, his reign of intimidation would come crashing down, and he can't wait to see it. At the same time, the guards, who had been ready to grab Robert, stopped in their tracks at Mr. George’s entrance. All eyes turned to him, the man everyone had been waiting for to start the meeting before everything descended into chaos. Everyone waited for his actions. Inside the room, tension buzzed as people exchanged nervous glances. Most of the murmurs had been against Robert, but they couldn't voice out their displeasure as they were fully aware of the consequences. “What the he
The tension in the room was palpable, with Mr. Justin’s fury reaching its boiling point, and the other managers exchanging uneasy glances. Mr. George, who Mr. Justin's believed would be his staunch supporter was now bowing to Robert, the very man he had underestimated. The shift was so sudden, so unimaginable, that it left Mr. Justin in a state of shock. He was still clutching his aching stomach, struggling to stand upright, his face a mixture of pain and confusion. Yet, his fury was far from subdued. He glared at Mr. George, his voice thick with skepticism and dripping with sarcasm.“What’s gotten into you, George?” Mr. Justin spat, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Bowing to this boy? Have you lost your mind?”But before Mr. George could respond, the door swung open again, and all eyes turned to the entrance. As the figure stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. A collective gasp rippled through the room, followed by stunned silence. The managers and directors
Madam President settled into her chair, she forced herself to speak calmly, though the tension in her voice was unmistakable. "I welcome everyone to this meeting," she began, her tone clipped but courteous, "even though circumstances have made this a rather unusual session."As she spoke, the door at the far end of the room creaked open, drawing the attention of everyone present. A group of individuals entered, their demeanor and attire signaling that they were no ordinary guests. These were the important shareholders and stakeholders of the company, people whose presence carried significant weight in any discussion.Madam President's eyes brightened with a sharpness that was difficult to miss. "Ah, it seems the people we've been expecting have arrived," she said, her voice regaining its usual authoritative tone. The air in the room grew even tenser as the newcomers took their seats, their expressions serious as they exchanged glances with one another, clearly aware that they had w
A wave of shock swept through the boardroom like a storm. Gasps of disbelief filled the air as every eye turned to Robert, who sat calmly, now the center of attention. When Madam President uttered the name, "Mr. Robert Edward," the entire room froze, as if time itself had stopped. The directors and stakeholders exchanged stunned glances, their previous confidence crumbling in an instant. The weight of the revelation hit them like a sledgehammer, leaving them reeling.The announcement landed like a bomb, detonating in the minds of every director, stakeholder, and manager seated around the grand table.Mr. Justin, who had been glaring triumphantly at Robert moments earlier, blinked in disbelief. His smug grin faltered, replaced by a mixture of confusion and shock. He turned his head sharply toward Madam President, as if hoping he’d misheard. His lips parted, but no words came out he was utterly blindsided.Another director, an elderly man who had long believed himself to be the heir a