After a while, Andrew walked into the room, a confident smile on his face. "Lisa, I need you to come here for a minute," he said, his eyes scanning the room. Everyone turned to him all staring at him mockingly. Francis had the wildest mocking smile. He knew Andrew was good for noth ok ng and had obviously nothing to give. “How did he even think that he could get the contract? “ Francis thought in his head. “Losers have the biggest dreams” he muttered and everyone burst into another round of laughter. Andrew didn't even flinch. He just stared at them in a rather funny manner as they spoke. “Save us all this drama Andrew, we all know how much of a failure you are. Stop constantly trying to prove yourself. We already know you as the useless son Inlaw, why not take the title? Henry said with a jeering look. Andrew stared at him for a moment then turned his gaze back to his lovely wife Lisa. “Come my love, I have something to show you” Andrew repeated. Lisa looked up from her s
A collective gasp echoed through the room as Andrew produced the contract, its contents sending shockwaves of disbelief rippling across the faces of the assembled family members. Lady Gaga's eyes widened in utter incredulity, her meticulously groomed eyebrows soaring upward in skepticism, as if daring Andrew to prove the authenticity of his claim. "No way," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "Stop pedaling these lies, Andrew! You expect us to believe that you, of all people, managed to secure the Hermes Corp contract? Francis, with all his connections and influence, couldn't even pull it off, and you think you can?" Francis snorted, his face contorting into a sneer, his lips curling upward in derision. "Yeah, right. This is probably some pathetic scam you're trying to pull off, Andrew. A desperate attempt to salvage your pathetic reputation." The other family members eagerly joined the chorus of doubt and ridicule. "How did you even manage to get a meeting with them?" one
“We’ll see to that” Francis muttered under his breath. Everyone present could tell that shame was crawling through his entire body and it made him even happier. The room was filled with tension. Everyone wishperjng and murmuring inaudible words. Andrew knew he had won, or so he thought. Francis on the other hand was still filled with anger, his face had turned a deep shade of crimson, his eyes bulging with rage as he struggled to contain himself. Henry Hooke who seemed to have been murmuring more words to himself than anyone in the room finally spoke, his voice was calm and measured, but his words were laced with skepticism. "Andrew, come now, you can't expect us to believe that you simply got lucky," Henry said, his eyes narrowing. "That contract requires connections, influence, and a lot of hard work. You can't just waltz in and expect to get it without putting in the effort." Andrew shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room before settling on Henry. "I told
Andrew stood by the roadside, precisely at the spot where he had instructed Patrick to pick him up. He glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, his anxiety growing with each passing moment. He was eager to get ready for Lisa's congratulatory party and didn't want to risk being late or, worse, his absence noticed. Just as he was starting to worry that Patrick was running behind schedule, a sleek black car pulled up beside him, its engine purring smoothly. The window rolled down, revealing Patrick's familiar face, his eyes sparkling with a warm smile. "Right on time, Patrick," Andrew said, flashing a grateful grin as he slid into the plush leather seat. "Of course young master," Patrick replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "I wouldn't dare keep you waiting." Andrew's mind turned to the party, and he asked urgently, "I need an outfit for Lisa's congratulatory party tonight. Can you help me out?" Patrick nodded promptly, his expression co
Francis approached Mr. Patrick with a sly smile spreading across his face. "Mr. Patrick, glad to have you here," he said, his voice clearly dripping with sarcasm. "There's nothing much going on, just a nobody claiming to be somebody." He added with a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. Mr. Patrick's expression turned skeptical, his eyebrow shooting up in surprise. "For real?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt. He scanned the room, his eyes searching for the person Francis was referring to. Francis pointed at Andrew, his finger jabbing accusingly through the air. "It's this young man here," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. Andrew's face remained calm, but a brief smile flickered across his lips as he met Patrick's gaze. He continued to act like he didn't know who he was, his expression neutral. Mr. Patrick's eyes narrowed, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. "Well, young man, what is the matter?" he asked Andrew, his voice firm but amused. Andrew's ex
Andrew burst out of the party, his heart pounding with expectation as if the night itself held its breath in anticipation. The cool evening air enveloped him like a shroud, heightening his senses as he hastened towards the roadside. There, he spotted Patrick, pacing beside the car seeming very agitated. "Patrick, what's wrong?" Andrew asked, sounding very concerned. The Patrick he knew never seemed scared and agitated for any reason. He always had stuff under control. Andrew’s eyes never left that of Patrick as quickened his pace to reach his driver's side. Patrick's expression turned grave, his eyes darting around the deserted street before focusing on Andrew. "We can't talk here, young master," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of the party. Andrew's curiosity was piqued, his mind racing with possibilities. "What's going on? Tell me!" he demanded, his eyes locked on Patrick's tense face. Patrick's gaze swept the surrounding area once more, his moveme
Andrew's mind raced as he tried to come up with a convincing lie to tell Lisa. He didn't want to raise any suspicions, but he needed an excuse to leave early the next morning. Just as he was about to speak, a clever idea popped into his head. "Lisa, its nothing really, you don’t have to worry your pretty head. It’s just a text I got from my friend, the one who helped me secure the contract," Andrew said, trying to sound as casual as possible. Lisa looked up from her book, curious. "What did he say?" Andrew hesitated for a moment before responding. "He wants me to come to his office early tomorrow morning at 7:am" Lisa's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why?" Andrew shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "He didn't say. Probably just wants to discuss some details about the my agreement with him." Lisa raised an eyebrow. "At 7 am?" Andrew forced a laugh. "I know, I know, it's early. But hey, that's just how he works." Lisa looked skeptical, but Andrew quickly changed the subject
Andrew's eyes widened in astonishment as the entourage of stylists descended upon the room, their arms laden with racks of luxurious attire. He stood frozen, his mind struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of the transformation that lay before him. Mr. Patrick's words echoed in his mind - a week-long absence, a plethora of meetings and appearances, a new persona to embody. As the stylists busied themselves unpacking the garments, Andrew's thoughts drifted to Lisa, his wife. He wondered if she was frantically trying to reach him, her mind racing with worry since he had switched off his phone to avoid detection. A pang of guilt shot through his chest, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the journey ahead. Andrew's introspection was interrupted by Patrick's gentle clearing of his throat. "Shall we begin, Andrew?" he asked, his voice low and encouraging. Andrew nodded, a sense of resolve settling within him. He was ready to shed his old skin, to emerge from the chrysalis of his f