Cynthia had been counting down the days to this party, feeling her excitement build with every passing moment. She had always been a massive admirer of the Fernandez family's business prowess and couldn't wait to meet them in person.
As she made her way towards the venue, her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her throat.
She was nervous, more nervous than she had ever been in her entire life. She tried to shake off her anxiety, telling herself that everything would be fine.
But as soon as she entered the party, her fears evaporated like dewdrops in the morning sun. The atmosphere was electric, with the air buzzing with laughter and conversation.
Cynthia spotted a group of people gathered in a corner, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized that they were some of the top business moguls in the country.
She couldn't believe that she was actually in the same room as them. She could feel her palms becoming clammy, her heart beating faster than ever before.
Summoning up all her courage, Cynthia approached the group and introduced herself, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of these important people.
To her immense relief, one of the family members, a woman named Maria, greeted her with a warm smile and struck up a conversation.
Cynthia was thrilled to have the opportunity to talk with someone so successful and respected in the business world.
She couldn't believe that she was actually conversing with one of the most powerful people in the industry.
As the party continued, Cynthia's phone rang, jolting her out of her dreamlike state. She looked at the screen and saw that it was President Adams calling.
She answered the call with a huge smile on her face, eager to share her excitement with him. “Hi president Adams,” she spoke cheerfully with no idea of what was coming.
But her smile soon turned into a frown as she listened to what he had to say.
"This is the last time of our cooperation together, Cynthia. It's our last contract together," he said in a flat tone.
Cynthia's heart plummeted, her stomach turning to ice. She knew what this meant for her business - a devastating blow that would be almost impossible to recover from.
She begged the President to reconsider, her voice shaking with emotion, “What went wrong president Adams? We could talk about it and sort ourselves out,” she pleaded, but he terminated the call without a second thought.
Cynthia was left standing there, feeling utterly alone and desolate. She felt like the rug had been pulled out from under her feet.
Feeling too upset to stay idol at the party any longer, Cynthia stood up and started to walk to Jonah, her mind racing with thoughts of what she was going to do next.
She knew that this setback was a test of her strength and resilience, and she was determined to rise to the challenge, no matter how difficult it may be.
Jonah noticed the distress on Cynthia's face and gently squeezed her hand as soon as she came towards him. .
"Hey, it's going to be okay. We'll figure something out," he said reassuringly.
“I just can’t help it. What are we going to figure out?” Cynthia asked him with sadness written all over her face.
“The Fernandez family deal is still there, we just have to hope it works out which I am sure it would,” Jonah replied.
Cynthia appreciated Jonah's attempt to comfort her, but her mind was racing with worry. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.
Meanwhile, Gibson had made up his mind to leave the party. He felt suffocated by the crowd and the blaring music and it seemed he didn’t want to stay any longer.
“Hi Lina, I think I should be going, thanks for everything.”
Gibson hugged her as soon as he finished talking and then turned to go.
Lina’s grip on him tightened as she didn’t want him to go.
“I am sorry Lina but I have to go. I appreciate everything you did for me today,” he replied her.
Lina pleaded with him to stay, but he was firm in his decision. "I'm sorry, Lina. I just can't stay here any longer," he said, his voice heavy with disappointment.
Lina watched helplessly as Gibson walked away, wondering what had gone wrong.
She couldn't help but feel a tinge of anger towards Cynthia, whose company was among the companies selling for partnership.
"Is it because of all the insults and abuse she and her man rained on Gibson earlier today?" she thought, her mind racing with suspicion.
“It must be that, it must surely be the reason he left the party,”
Lina rushed to her office and scanned through her list of business partners.
When she saw Cynthia's company name, she felt a surge of anger. She could not stand working with someone like her.
Without a second thought, she took out a pen and crossed Cynthia's name off the list before passing it back to her secretary.
Meanwhile, at the party, Jonah was now ranting about Gibson. "That guy has no class, I tell you. Who does he think he is?" he said, his tone laced with disdain.
He felt that Gibson and Lina were still outside the gate and were probably not allowed to enter.
Cynthia was growing increasingly agitated. "Please, Jonah. Can we just drop this?" she said, her voice tinged with frustration.
Just then, the list of business partners was then announced. Cynthia's heart sank as she listened intently, hoping against hope that her company would be on the list.
But when the announcer read out the final name, Cynthia felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her feet. Her company was not on the list.
She could feel her face turn pale with shock and disappointment. "I can't believe this is happening," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible.
"What am I going to do now?" she asked Jonah, desperation creeping into her voice.
Cynthia sat slumped at her table, her shoulders drooping, and her head heavy in her hands. The room was silent, except for the sound of her deep, heavy sighs that filled the air. She couldn't believe that everything she had worked so hard for was now falling apart like a house of cards. It felt like her world was collapsing around her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.Cynthia felt a pang of disappointment as she whispered Jonah's name, her voice barely audible as she tried to keep it steady. She felt so overwhelmed that it was hard to keep her emotions in check. She let out another deep sigh and put her head back in her hands, feeling the weight of the situation crush down upon her. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, it actually got worse.Cynthia felt a lump form in her throat as she recalled the events of the day. She had been so sure that she was going to win that contract, but instead, she had lost it. She had poured her heart and soul into the
With his eyes locked on Jonah's face, Gibson couldn't help but notice the disdainful sneer that was etched onto Jonah's lips. As Jonah rolled his eyes with contempt, Gibson felt a pang of disappointment in the pit of his stomach. He knew all too well that Jonah held no respect for him, but he refused to let that deter him from helping his ex-wife Cynthia.Feeling the weight of the situation, Gibson took a deep breath before speaking. "Look, I had no idea that you were going to be removed from the business partner list. But I'm more than willing to assist you in any way I can," he said earnestly. Jonah's response was immediate and cutting."Who do you think you are, Gibson?" he spat, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so.Cynthia couldn't help but feel a surge of disappointment wash over her.She had always harbored doubts about Gibson's commitment to her business ventures, suspecting that he was more interested in spending her money than putting in the hard work that was nec
Cynthia's heart was filled with an array of emotions as she bowed her head in a gesture of gratitude towards Jonah. The warmth of his kind act was almost too much for her to bear. Her voice trembled as she expressed her sincere thanks to him, "Thank you so much, Jonah," she said, her words quivering with deep emotion. "I honestly don't know what I would have done without your help."Jonah was taken aback by Cynthia's show of gratitude. While he was pleased to be receiving those accolades, he knew deep down that he had nothing to do with how it all came about. Despite this, he tried to brush off her gratitude and responded hesitantly, "Uh, yeah, no problem. I'm glad I could help."Cynthia looked up at Jonah, and her eyes glistened with tears. She was grateful beyond words for Jonah's timely intervention, and she wanted him to know it. "You really came through for me when I needed it the most," she said, her voice choked with emotion. Her words were genuine, and the gratitude she f
Gibson turned to Lina and flashed her a grateful smile. "Thanks for letting me hang out with you today, Lina. I had a lot of fun."Lina returned the smile. "No problem, Gibson. I enjoyed it too. It was great catching up after all these years."“I’d be going away now, goodbye,” Gibson said as he turned started to walk away.“You know it’s already late so you don’t have to go Gibson, you can stay at my place for the night,” Lina pleaded. Gibson paused and turned back to Lina. "No Lina, you’ve already done a lot for me today. I don’t want to burden you anymore. It's getting late, and I have to be going."Lina furrowed her brow in thought. "Hmmm.”Gibson shook his head and waved her goodbye. Lina waved him off with a grin. "Just promise me you'll be safe, okay?"Gibson chuckled. "I will. Thanks again, Lina. Take care."With that, Gibson walked away with his head raised high, feeling the cool calm breeze of the night. Gibson's exhausted feet carried him through the bustling streets of
With an abrupt change in his facial expression, Gibson's countenance appeared to contort into a displeased grimace. His eyebrows furrowed and he fixed an intense glare upon the middle-aged man standing before him, who coincidentally happened to be the designated manager of the establishment. "Pardon me, sir," Gibson interjected in a clear and steady voice, "but based on the information provided to me, I was led to believe that this was an accommodation facility of the utmost caliber, boasting a seven-star rating, if I'm not mistaken. However, given the manner in which you are presently conducting yourself, I find myself compelled to question the validity of that initial assumption." In response to Gibson's measured rebuke, the manager issued him a contemptuous once-over, accompanied by a sneering remark intended to belittle him: "A guest? You appear to resemble more of a beggar than a patron in my estimation."The manager, feeling displeased and agitated, gestured vigorously towar
Gibson hadn't seen President Adams for quite some time, and his face lit up with a genuine smile as he caught sight of the esteemed President approaching him. President Adams, known for his respectful demeanor, made his way over to Gibson, acknowledging who he was and with a hint of remorse in his eyes."I must apologize for everything that just transpired young Master," President Adams sincerely stated, understanding the gravity of the situation. Gibson, although not taken aback by the President's unexpected apology, managed to compose himself and respond."Thank you, Mr. President," Gibson replied with a calm yet disappointed tone. "It's disheartening how people tend to judge solely based on appearances, without getting to know the person behind them."Meanwhile, the onlookers in the reception area were left in a state of shock, witnessing the President's unexpected interaction with Gibson. They had always held a preconceived notion that Gibson was someone to be disregarded, and th
The manager's eyes widened, fear coursing through his veins as he mustered the courage to speak. "Who... who are you?" His voice quivered with apprehension, his hands trembling involuntarily.Gibson, wearing a mischievous grin, leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "No need to be afraid, my dear manager. You won't be losing your job," he reassured, his voice laced with a comforting tone.A wave of relief washed over the manager, visible in the way his tense shoulders relaxed and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He had dodged a bullet and learned his lesson well, feeling grateful for the lifeline he had been thrown.Meanwhile, President Adams, his expression etched with remorse, stood before Gibson, his gaze filled with genuine regret. "I deeply apologize for what transpired," he uttered, his voice carrying a heavy weight of guilt.Gibson, his humility shining through, simply waved it off with a dismissive gesture. "No need for apologies, Mr. President. It's
Israel sat down, his brow furrowed in confusion as he mulled over whether he should accept the tempting offer before him. "Should I really take the money?" he pondered aloud, his voice filled with uncertainty.As he weighed the pros and cons, vivid images of the consequences played out in his mind. He saw himself living a life of luxury, free from financial worries, but at the cost of compromising his values and integrity. Deep down, he knew that money wasn't worth sacrificing his principles."No," Israel finally declared firmly, his conviction overpowering the lingering temptation. "I won't let greed cloud my judgment. There are things more important than wealth."Gibson, who had been observing Israel's internal struggle from a distance, smiled knowingly. Understanding the battle Israel had just fought within himself, he approached and placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "We would still get to talk again, Israel," Gibson said with admiration in his voice. "You might ha