But as Robert finished, something unexpected happened.The mention of the name "Robert Grayson" seemed to pierce the director’s composure. His once stoic expression cracked, and for a brief moment, his eyes widened, a flicker of shock crossing his face.His lips parted slightly as if to speak, but no words came. His right hand, which had been resting casually on his cane, gripped it tighter, his knuckles turning white. He shifted on his feet, his posture stiffening unconsciously.His brow furrowed ever so slightly, and he blinked, as though trying to process what he had just heard.He cleared his throat, almost as if to regain control, but his surprise was evident to anyone paying attention. The air in the room thickened, and the crowd sensed that something monumental had just been revealed, though they couldn’t fully grasp its significance.Robert, seeing the man’s reaction, felt a wave of nervousness sweep over him, his heart beginning to race.For a few seconds, it seemed as though
Robert stood firm, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity as he sensed the shift in Mr. Nicholas's demeanor. “Yes, sir, she’s my mother.”For a moment, Mr. Nicholas remained silent, his piercing gaze now studying Robert with newfound respect. His brow furrowed slightly, as though he were connecting long-buried memories. Finally, he spoke again, more composed this time. “Your mother... I knew her many years ago. She was a force to be reckoned with—sharp, relentless in her pursuits, always three steps ahead of everyone else. She commanded respect wherever she went. It was impossible not to admire her drive and intellect.”The crowd, which had been full of jeers and accusations only moments before, now stood in stunned silence. Whispers rippled through them, growing louder with each passing second as they began to grasp the weight of the revelation."Wait, did he just say Madam President?""He's... her son? The Madam President?""This can’t be real…""But if it is, we’ve been harass
The sound echoed through the bank like a thunderclap. Wilson staggered backward, his hand flying to his stinging cheek. His eyes were wide with disbelief as he processed the instant and unbelievable twist in his fate.Even in his wildest nightmares, he could never have imagined receiving a slap from the director of the bank, Nicholas Brian himself.The crowd gasped collectively, their astonishment rippling through the room like wildfire.“Did that just happen?!”“He slapped him!”“No way... Wilson got slapped by the director?”“I never thought I’d see something like this...”People whispered in shock, their eyes darting between Wilson and Mr. Brian, barely able to process the scene unfolding before them.Wilson stood there, speechless, his cheek still burning as he clutched it in disbelief. His confidence had evaporated, leaving him stunned and humiliated. His lips trembled as he tried to form words, but nothing came out.Mr. Brian, his face flushed with anger, pointed a finger at him
Swallowing hard, Wilson forced the words out, each syllable feeling like shards of glass in his throat. “I... apologize, Robert,” he said, his voice strained and devoid of sincerity. The apology felt hollow, and anyone paying attention could sense it. The bitterness of the moment was etched on Wilson’s face, his lips pressed into a tight line as though the very act of speaking left a foul taste in his mouth.But the fear, the deep, gnawing fear of what Mr. Brian could do, of the secrets he could expose—was enough to compel him to comply. The thought of his escapades being laid bare, of his reputation being shredded in front of these very people, terrified him more than the humiliation of apologizing. His pride was wounded, but his survival instincts had kicked in.Mr. Brian watched Wilson closely, his expression unreadable. Though he could tell that the apology wasn’t heartfelt, there was a certain satisfaction in having forced the man to swallow his pride. At least Wilson had don
As Robert followed Mr. Brian, the imposing facade of the bank loomed over them, its towering structure a reflection of the power and wealth it housed. They walked through a large corridor adorned with marble floors, glass walls, and towering pillars.The grandeur of the place was undeniable. Finally, they arrived at Mr. Brian’s sprawling office, a mammoth room that exuded wealth and power.The office was adorned with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Rich mahogany bookshelves lined one wall, filled with leather-bound books, trophies, and awards, while an intricately carved wooden desk sat at the center of the room.The furniture was plush, with deep leather chairs and a long polished table that reflected the soft glow of the chandelier hanging above. The space was elegant yet commanding, with modern art hanging on the walls and subtle touches of gold accents in the déco
A satisfied smile spread across Mr. Brian’s face. “Excellent. I knew you had the foresight and the strength to see the potential here.” He extended his hand across the table, and Robert shook it firmly.The partnership was sealed, and both men understood that this deal had the potential to shape the future of their respective organizations in ways neither had fully anticipated.As soon as the words left Robert’s mouth, Mr. Brian’s face lit up with a broad smile of satisfaction.“Excellent!” he exclaimed, nearly leaping from his seat. “I’ll have my team prepare the contracts immediately. This is the beginning of something monumental, Robert. I can already see us doing great things together.”He shook Robert’s hand firmly once more, his excitement palpable.“You’ve made a wise decision. Our partnership will not only elevate both our
Three days later The news of the collaboration between Glidson Group of Companies and Imperial Trust Bank had circulated like wildfire, igniting tension across the business landscape. At Victor Langston's company, the atmosphere was far from celebratory. Inside the towering glass conference room, Victor had called an urgent meeting, one that promised no pleasantries. He stood at the head of the table, glaring at the team of executives and former Glidson loyalists seated around him.Victor’s face was twisted with fury. His fists clenched as he leaned forward, his voice cold and sharp. “I thought by now, we’d be drinking to the downfall of Glidson. But instead…” He paused, tossing the business article announcing Glidson’s triumph with Imperial Trust across the table. “THIS is what I have to read!”The article landed with a thud, its title glaring back at them: “Glidson Empire Secures Landmark Collaboration with Imperial Trust Bank.”Murmurs ran through the room, but no one dared to
At this, the room tensed. A few directors exchanged nervous looks, especially those seated toward the far end of the table, where several of the defectors from Glidson sat side by side. One of them, a manager named Cynthia, shot a quick glance at the director beside her, visibly uneasy.Robert continued, his voice now cutting through the murmurs. “I’ve launched an internal investigation with a private firm to look into some irregularities within our company. What we found was… enlightening.”The room fell silent. Everyone was listening now, their attention riveted on Robert, but the discomfort among certain directors was palpable. Cynthia’s face paled slightly, and the man next to her, Thomas, shifted uncomfortably in his seat.“Some of you,” Robert said, his tone now sharp, “have been working against Glidson. In fact, you’ve been working with our rival, Victor Langston of Luminary Industries, to bring this company down. You thought your actions would go unnoticed, but nothing escape