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
Andrew's eyes sprang open with a sudden jolt, as if propelled by an unseen force. The ear-piercing shriek of the alarm clock shattered the tranquil silence of the morning, leaving him disoriented and grumbling waking up this early wasn’t really his thing. His position as the useless son Inlaw had almost become a part of him. He sat up in bed, his hands instinctively rising to rub the remnants of sleep from his eyes. The gentle friction of his palms against his eyelids seemed to stir his senses, and he was abruptly reminded of the significance of this day.A mix of emotions swirled within him, like a maelstrom of conflicting sentiments. Excitement had the better part of him but nervousness wrestlers to get the spot instead. His heart raced with anticipation, yet his mind was clouded by doubts and uncertainties. What will be the outcome of today? Would he be accepted or rejected? The questions swirled in his mind like a vortex, making him alowly drift into anxiety.He swung his legs o
As they entered the conference room, everyone's eyes turned to Patrick, and they bowed slightly in greeting. But it was clear they didn't know who he was. Patrick didn't seem to mind, his confident stride and kind smile commanding attention."Good morning, everyone," Patrick said, his voice clear and strong. "I've called this urgent meeting to discuss the future of Genius Group. I ask those present to take their seats, and our media team to arrange a Zoom call for those unable to join us here today."The room buzzed with whispers and curious glances. Who was this man, and why was he speaking with such authority?Just then, Andrew stepped forward, a determined look on his face. "Before we begin," he said, his voice ringing out across the room, "I have an important announcement to make. This is Patrick, the new owner and heir of Genius Group."Gasps and murmurs erupted around the room. The board of directors, seated at the far end, stared in shock, their faces pale."But...but this can'
Andrew signaled to Patrick, who was standing by the door, to retrieve the box of files. Patrick offered a slight bow and turned to leave, his movements fluid and confident.As soon as Patrick was out of the room, one of the elderly men spoke up, his voice dripping with skepticism. "I don't know, Andrew, you don't look like the Genius himself. You don't have his eyes, his nose, his jawline... you're not even similar!"The room filled with murmurs of agreement and disagreement.One of the men, a portly gentleman with a thick mustache, nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, I see what he means. The Genius had a distinctive look, and Andrew here doesn't quite match it."But another man, a slender woman with glasses, countered, "But that's not necessarily true. Children don't always look exactly like their parents. And Andrew has the same birthmark as Genius, doesn't he?"A third man, a gruff-looking individual with a scowl, spoke up. "Birthmarks can be faked, my dear. I'm not convinced."A soft-sp
Andrew turned to face the intruder, wondering what nonsense was going on. "Who are you?" he demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.The man smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down Andrew's spine. "I am Alec Blac," he said, throwing a deadly stare at Andrew.What!? Andrew spat in shock. His eyes widened further, his mind racing with the implications of what standing face to face with Alec could be. Alec Blac? The notorious Mafia boss that Patrick had warned him about? What was he doing here? Andrew knew that Alec had come here, then someone had informed him which meant that there was more war to fight than he thought. He stared at Alec and found himself getting rid of any iota of fear in him. If he needed to get this, he needed to throw fear into the gutters. Alec's eyes seemed to bore into Andrew's soul, as if daring him to challenge him. Andrew felt a like a heavy weight was placed on his shoulders and he knew he had to muster up the courage to face this man."
Alec's smirk grew wider as he gazed at the men, his eyes glinting with a sinister intensity. "You won't love being on my bad side," he warned, his voice low and menacing.He paused, surveying the room with a calculating gaze. "I'm offering you a last chance," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "Who's with me?"The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the men. Some of them exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale with fear.Then, Alec's voice boomed through the room, louder and more threatening. "WHO IS ON MY SIDE?"Some of the men hesitated, their hands trembling as they raised them. Reginald, of course, was among them, his smile smug and self-satisfied.Andrew's stomach turned as he watched the scene unfold. He couldn't believe that these men were caving in to Alec's intimidation.As he scanned the room, Andrew saw that there were more hands up for Alec than before. His heart sank, his mind racing with the implications.Alec's smile grew wider, his e