"Now, we're switching over to the business news. The biggest tech company Morris Inc has announced a new CEO. He goes by the name Bryan Morris. He's said to be the only son of the late CEO.
This new development has been making waves on the Internet as everyone thinks Bryan Morris is not fit for that position. Others say he is a newbie in the business world and the company will end up filing for bankruptcy because of his inexperience.Others believe his father made a bad decision by including him in his will - stating that he should take over the his business empire. Bryan Morris is just 21. His young age made everyone thinks he's less qualified to run such a prestigious company.Nevertheless, everyone has got their fingers crossed, waiting to see if Bryan would successfully run the multi-million dollar company or if it'll soon be buried under the ash heaps of bankruptcy.That will be all from our end here at PRIME TV NEWS. I'm your presenter Kelly. Good evening"***Bryan hit a button on the remote and the television went off. He slammed his hand over the sofa he was sitting on. A part of him wished he never watched that news broadcast. Because it just ignited a fire of doubt and uncertainty that he has been taming, ever since he emerged the CEO of his father's empire.He's scared it'll go down the drain. Because he's so clueless . He can't even successfully run a roadside pizza outlet, talk more of a huge business conglomerate. He never had a business background. He did psychology in school but dropped out in his second year when his father could no longer foot the bills.He wants to trust his father's judgment, but what he just heard from the news - raised his anxiety to its brim. Everyone has their eyes on him, and a single wrong move might jeopardize his reputation. And the reputation of a firm his father worked so hard to build.Now he's stuck and wishes he could hear him speak to him again. And tell him all that he needed to know about running the empire and putting things in place. If only they had that final and crucial conversation - the coast may have been cleared and no measure of self-doubt would have crept into Bryan's heart."There's no point giving up," Bryan thought. If his father chose him to shoulder such huge responsibility, then Bryan has hidden potential. Bryan is willing to try every trick in the book to ensure he doesn't sail the empire to the shore of wreckage and bankruptcy.Bryan is still skeptical and apprehensive about why his father kept his wealth away from him all the while. Those nights when they had to sleep hungry crept into Bryan's heart. Those moments when they had their generous amount of poverty. Bryan felt glints of betrayal - but again Ava's words still lingered in his heart. Maybe there's more to learn about the entire Morris family culture.Aside from the Morris family custom - Bryan is still trying to figure out why his father would hide such exclusive details.****Bryan stormed out of a flower shop, wiping a streak of sweat off his face. That'll be the third shop he'd visit in the last thirty minutes.Car engines buzzed at his ears, and the blusters and whispers of other pedestrians ambling down the block too. The skies were beginning to turn gray, necessitating the need for Bryan to get the gift as quickly as he could.Ava had sent him the address to a party rendezvous and she insisted that he come along with a gift - the best he can lay his hands on.First, it was a jewelry store. All that was visible were cheap bracelets and necklaces. None of them seemed to meet up with the "best" criterion Ava gave him.Then he proceeded to a wine shop. His eyes enlarged at the long rack of liquor - nearly arranged. But his instincts swung into action. What if the person he's buying a gift for isn't an aficionado of alcohol? As much as he's not trying to impress anyone, Bryan is stuck at the cap of buying the wrong gift - on the wrong occasion.Bryan's gaze came to terms with a store on the other side of the street. He evaded the sidewalk and crossed to the side of the road. He rubbed his neck lazily, before pushing the door. It was a boutique. The bright lights made him freeze and squint his eyes for a moment. He bit his bottom lip to hide his nervousness.Fist gripped and eyes bulging out, he proceeded into the store. He walked to the first segment on his left. The rack had different types of bikinis hung on it. Black? Red? Green?.... Ava had told him that he was buying the gift for a lady.Bryan stood still for a moment, contemplating if he should swipe his card for a bikini. What if she doesn't wear bikinis?Bryan kissed his tooth loudly and proceeded to another section of the boutique.A long tonnage of gowns - was assembled alluringly in front of him. Some of the gowns are well-designed and sophisticated. Bryan needed no soothsayer to tell him they'd cost a fortune. His eyes settled on a blue gown. It was silky and nice. Nice and fitting for a dinner date. But what if she doesn't wear a gown?He placed the gown back in the rack and walked away. A few meters away, there was a long trail of luxurious bags. His eyes settled on a diamond bag. It shimmered differently from the rest of the bags on the rack. He ambled towards it, admiring the purse."Babe... This is beautiful. We should buy this" a familiar voice echoed from the other side of the counter."Babe, we're on a budget. This purse costs a whopping one hundred thousand dollars. That's too expensive"Bryan creased his eyebrows, his lips widened at the voices. He dropped the bag in his hand and found his way to the side of the counter, where the voice emanated from.His instincts were right. it was his ex-girlfriend - Charlotte, and the guy from the parking lot.Bryan's intent was to steal a glance and continue shopping, but Charlotte locked eyes with him - immediately he stepped to the side of the counter. Charlotte gestured her boyfriend to look towards Bryan and when he did, a scornful chuckle curling on his lips.Bryan still couldn't maintain eye contact, yet he stepped forward too. Like he hadn't been scorned by this couple a couple of weeks ago. "I guess this store is now a hiding place for losers" Charlotte's boyfriend scorned - exchanging glances with her. "Isn't that so obvious?" Charlotte retorted - a bit too surprised to disguise it, as her eyebrows widened. "What are you doing here?" Charlotte's boyfriend said - hands crossed across his chest "You retarded broke ass" Bryan hesitated for a split second. He's been used to being called demeaning names, but at this point he wasn't willing to entertain such disrespect and he was ready to stand his ground. "I came here to shop too" Bryan said - feigning a smile. He pressed his lip
"The card is working" the salesperson said. She cheerfully pulled the card out and stretched the card back to Bryan. She parked the expensive purse and gave it to Charlotte. Charlotte's boyfriend's had his lips fretted in a oval shape. And his eyes widened in disappointment when the salesperson stretched the purse to Charlotte. He wished Charlotte was going to turn it down. But the Blondie stretched her hands forward - face brightened with an alluring smile. "You're gonna take that?" Her boyfriend's voice echoed. "Damien, really?" Charlotte muttered - the smile on her face vanished as she shook her head in disbelief. "It's a harmless gift" she said - clutching the bag from the salesperson. Bryan's face shimmered with a little glint of surprise. Finally he got to know the name of his supposed rival. Maybe the name of the man who snatched girlfriend. Damien. "Thank you so much Bryan" Charlotte appreciated - clutching the purse to her chest. "You're most welcome" Bryan said - wit
"What's that?" Damien said - when he noticed that the manager paused for a moment. "I told you this guy is a criminal. Bring out the stolen item already" Damien said - as if he just gained triumph over Bryan. Charlotte's skin crawled into her flesh as she feared that Damien's accusation was beginning to seem so true. The look on Bryan's face too - gave him away. "What's that in your pocket sir?" The manager asked - obviously directing the question to Bryan. Bryan remained mute. He gave the manager a blank stare and looked away. "I told you he's a thief" Damien yelled. "I thought as much too" the manager said. He pulled out the arched object. His eyebrows creased at the sight of the sleek golden bracelet. "Oh my God...." He exclaimed. Everyone exclaimed with a loud huff. Charlotte's hand fleew to her mouth - in a quest to prevent her from screaming. But she already led out a loud gasp. "I said it..... I told ya" Damien gloated - clapping his hands. "Obviously he stole this expen
Exasperated rasps escaped his lips as he strode out of the driveway - striding down the road. Every step trudging in despair and anxiety with the resonance of insects rending into the calmness of the night. The alley was void of people and the distant headlights of passing cars occasionally blared into Bryan's view, with the raves of their engines slashing into his thoughts frequently. As Bryan treaded through the silent alley, his thoughts swirled with every distant headlight that pierced the darkness. Finally reaching a restaurant's parking lot, he wearily leaned against a car, his head bowed, fingers unconsciously ruffling his hair. He peered at his timepiece and it was exactly midnight, he heaved a sigh - eyes still fixated on the timepiece. It felt like waiting for the waves of an ocean, and when it finally hits you, instead of swimming to the shore, you're stuck at the ravine of the flow. His eyes - stung with tears, every miserable mess he'd been through replayed in his hea
Bryan's lips broadened in awe as he gazed at his phone. He blinked his eyes to ensure he wasn't hallucinating or the numbers he was seeing where because of the humiliation he just suffered. Again he brushed his face with the back of his palms, and he peered at his phone again. Nothing changed, the 100 million dollar alert was still there. Bryan sprang up from the floor. He clutched his phone to his chest, staring around the parking a lot. His feet trembled and he was terrified if someone had seen him. But the still and hushed state of the parking lot dashed his doubts completely. He locked eyes with lights from a distance (from an unknown source) he swirled around again, gaping at the entrance of the restaurant and then back to where he stood. His eyes kept blinking and he hesitated to take a step. He took the phone off his chest and tucked it into his pocket. He wiped off the smudge of tears in his face. After one minute, when it felt like he finally gathered the swiftness to mo
Bryan watched as the car drove away. His stare settled on the golden bracelet in his hand. He doesn't know much about ornament and stuff, but he needed no soothsayer to tell him that the bracelet in his hands cost a fortune. At this point, Bryan felt like a naive boy. Who's asked to choose what place he wants to go on his birthday? Either McDonalds, Walmart, or Starbucks. Whatever his choices are - there's a high tendency that he'll get his mouth soaked in candy at the end of the day. Bryan wants to believe that all what that old man said was true. But a part of his heart cringed at how hurt he'd feel if he found out that everything was all a lie. He wished someone would wake him from his dream and say "It's time for another delivery" Because all that has happened tonight was too much misfortune to contain for a mere delivery guy. The last sentence the old man uttered reverberated in Bryan's head. And he felt apt to hit his auntie up. Like the old man said, she'd have a lucid detai
"Drive to the nearest hospital," Bryan said as the taxi driver moved the car. His hands still hurting from the punch he connected to the fat guy's face. It was just the pain, Bryan didn't feel remorseful about what happened. After all, he was trying to save an accident victim - and a random guy showed up from nowhere, trying to stop him. Bryan's delivery uniform was decked with blood as the girl curled up close to his chest - placing her bleeding head on it. Bryan watched as her hair fluttered across his chest - her eyes were shut, and the entire backseat reeked of alcohol. "....you're gonna help me?," She said, chafing her hands across Bryan's chest - drawing visible lines on his shirt - with her blood as the ink. Bryan's throat quaked with nausea - because of his apathy for blood. Yet, he couldn't push the drunk lady away. He had to deal with the whole situation. "...yes, I'm gonna help you," Bryan said, his eyes locked on the road, the car zoomed down the block. The taxi came
"....who....are you??...you moron... Let me go" the girl said as Bryan pulled her by the arm. They sauntered into the reception of a five star hotel. One of the best hotels in LA. Bryan paused for a split second to stare at the luxurious aura of the room. His gaze settled on the shiny stairs and elevators, and to the beaming chandelier above his head. He looked back and forth for a few seconds before the supposed girl's violent pull yanked him off his realm of admiration. It dawned on him once again that's he's in a hotel and rooms are meant to be booked. Bryan dragged the girl - leading her to the desk of the receptionist. '....hello.." Bryan muttered - he still couldn't stop himself from looking all around the reception. "We desire a room" he added - without looking at the receptionist. "....y...you want to kill me in a hotel r.room, right?" The drunk girl stammered. "Every room has been occupied. There's no room" the receptionist said. Her words made Bryan turn to finally sta