Gabriel leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face as he considered Andrei's question. "Well, Andrei, influence isn't something that comes overnight. It's about building relationships, gaining trust, and proving yourself worthy of respect," he explained cryptically.Andrei nodded slowly, his curiosity piqued. "But how did you manage to do it so quickly? It's like you have the whole world at your fingertips," he pressed, his eyes searching Gabriel's face for answers.Gabriel chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Let's just say I have my ways," he replied mysteriously, a knowing smile playing on his lips.Andrei raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Gabriel's cryptic response. "Well, whatever your secret is, it's definitely working," he remarked, a note of admiration in his voice.Gabriel nodded, a sense of satisfaction evident in his expression. "Thanks, Andrei. Just remember, influence is about more than just power. It's about using that power respon
The three men engaged in a conversation and Gabriel learned that Louis had retired from the underworld and opened a small shop. "That's quite the change of pace," Gabriel remarked, a note of surprise in his voice. "What made you decide to leave the underworld behind and open a shop?"Louis chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "It was time for a change," he explained. "After years of living on the edge, I wanted something more stable. Plus, I've always had a knack for business."Andrei nodded in agreement, impressed by Louis's decision. "It takes courage to leave behind the life you know and start something new," he remarked, his tone admiring.Louis shrugged modestly. "It wasn't easy, but it was worth it," he admitted. "I'm happier now than I've ever been."Gabriel smiled, genuinely happy for his friend. "I'm glad to hear that," he said sincerely. "And I'm sure your shop is doing well."Louis nodded, a proud gleam in his eyes. "It's been a success so far," he confirmed. "But en
The following day, Camella returned to the company and reported directly to Mark about excelling in the project by securing the cooperation with Wellington Group.Camella stood before Mark, her expression proud as she reported the successful collaboration with the Wellington Group. "I've secured their cooperation for our project," she announced confidently.Mark's response was not what she expected. He scoffed dismissively, shaking his head in disbelief. "You? Securing cooperation with the Wellington Group? Don't make me laugh, Camella. You're not capable of such a feat."Camella's confidence wavered, but she refused to back down. "I assure you, Mark, it's true. I've worked hard on this project, and my efforts have paid off."Mark's skepticism only seemed to grow. "I find that hard to believe, Camella. You've never been able to handle projects of this magnitude before. What makes you think you can now?"Camella's frustration mounted, but she maintained her composure. "I understand you
Gabriel realized it would be inconvenient not to have a car to pick up his daughter, so he went to the car dealership to buy one. Gabriel strolled into the car dealership, scanning the rows of gleaming vehicles with a sense of anticipation. Before he could make his way to the sales desk, he was intercepted by Fredrick, the sharp-tongued salesman notorious for his snarky comments."Well, well, well, look who's here," Fredrick remarked with a smirk, eyeing Gabriel up and down. "Back for another round of window shopping?"Gabriel raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by Fredrick's sarcasm. "Actually, I'm here to buy a car."Fredrick's smirk widened into a sneer. "Buy a car? With what, pocket lint?"Gabriel ignored Fredrick's jab, his expression remaining impassive. "I'm here to buy a car, not to discuss my financial status with you," he retorted calmly, his tone firm.Fredrick scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Buying a car, huh? With what money?" he taunted, crossing his arms.Gabriel's e
Gabriel's expression hardened as he regarded Fredrick with disdain. "Money?" he echoed, his voice laced with contempt."You think you can buy my assistance with a few measly dollars?”Fredrick's smug expression twisted into a sneer as he intercepted Gabriel, his words dripping with condescension. "I don't need your assistance, Gabriel," he declared haughtily. "I was just trying to do you a favor indirectly."Gabriel narrowed his eyes, his patience wearing thin at Fredrick's arrogance. "A favor?" he scoffed. "Your 'favor' isn't worth a penny."Fredrick's smirk widened, clearly enjoying getting under Gabriel's skin. "Oh, spare me your false humility," he retorted dismissively. "We both know you could use all the help you can get."Gabriel's jaw clenched in frustration, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I don't need your charity, Fredrick," he bit out, his voice tight with restrained anger. "I'll find my own way, thank you very much."With that, Gabriel turned on his heel and w
Gabriel's patience wore thin as the saleswomen continued to belittle him. Their taunts grated on his nerves, but he remained composed, refusing to let their disrespect affect him.The saleswoman remarked, "Look at this one, thinking he can afford a car from our dealership.""Yeah, like he has ever set foot in a place like this before,” another saleswoman jabbed. Gabriel was relentless. "I'm here to make a purchase, not to be insulted by your assumptions." "Oh, lighten up. We're just having a bit of fun,” the saleswoman jested. Gabriel was irked further. "Fun at whose expense? If you're not going to assist me, I'll take my business elsewhere."The other saleswoman remarked recklessly. "Fine by us. We only cater to serious buyers here."Gabriel's jaw clenched in frustration, but he maintained his dignity.Gabriel remained determined to purchase a car despite the dismissive attitude of the saleswomen. When they continued to ignore him, an intern saleswoman stepped forward, offering he
Back home, Camella's eyes widened in disbelief as Jessie excitedly told her about Gabriel's purchase of the car. "Daddy bought a car today, Mommy! It's so cool!" Jessie exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.Camella's shock was palpable as she turned to Gabriel, her expression a mixture of surprise and suspicion. "Where did you get the money for a car, Gabriel?" she asked, her tone tinged with concern.Gabriel shrugged casually, trying to play it off. "Oh, I won the lottery," he replied nonchalantly, flashing a charming smile.Camella narrowed her eyes, unconvinced by his answer. "The lottery?" she repeated skeptically. "That's... unexpected."Jessie looked between her parents, sensing the tension in the air. "Is something wrong, Mommy?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.Camella forced a smile, trying to reassure her daughter. "No, sweetie, everything's fine," she said, forcing herself to believe Gabriel's explanation. "I'm just surprised, that's all."But deep down, Camel
Camella lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind swirling with frustration and anger. She knew she needed to address the situation with Mark, but she needed time to gather her thoughts and plan her next move. With a heavy sigh, she picked up her phone and dialed her supervisor."Hi, it's Camella," she said, her voice slightly hoarse from the stress of the situation. "I'm not feeling well today, so I won't be able to come in."Her supervisor expressed concern and wished her a speedy recovery before ending the call. Camella lay back on her pillow, feeling a mix of relief and misgiving.Meanwhile, at the Wellington Group's office, Mark and his subordinate, Emily, a seductive woman, went for a meeting with the project manager of the Wellington Group. As they settled into their seats, the project manager inquired about Camella, whom he had arranged the meeting with.Mark's expression darkened, and he shook his head disapprovingly. "Unfortunately, Camella won't be joining us today," he r