Arthur tapped the door twice before opening it. Diana looked pathetic. Her hair was ruffled, even though he had given her a lenient punishment. He had even allowed the housekeepers to allow her to bathe throughout her five days in the lair. She ate exquisite meals too, and she read a book. He wasn’t that wicked, even though the family termed his actions a terrible punishment. The letter wasn’t meant for close family members, but Arthurd disagreed, and at the end of the arguments, it was mostly done by Marianna. He had agreed to set her free today.She eyed him maliciously. ‘Have you come to gloat?’Arthur smiled, throwing a blanket on her. ‘The cold is a bit harsh, right? ’ She hissed, covering her shaking body, ‘So, you do care about me? That’s lovely. Now, can you leave? I was enjoying the silence before you came to corrupt the air.’‘You are still a pest, Diana. I thought after five days, you would have learned your lesson. I guess I was wrong. I will just leave you here for the n
Arthur repeated himself, giving her another chance. ‘Is the manager around? I want to deal directly with him.’Martha chuckled. ‘There’s no manager but me, and as I already told you, the only position available is the office assistant role. It’s a new role, and I am certain you will like it.’The sales manager rubbed his chin, moving away from Martha. ‘He’s not here for a job, like I stated earlier. Boss specifically stated that I attended to him immediately when he got here.’‘And I told you, it must be a mistake! I know Arthur from a former company. He can’t afford this vehicle. He’s probably joking or...’ Her eyes glowed. ‘Are you running an errand for your employer?’Arthur shook his head. It was obvious she wasn’t aware of his twist of fate. He had wasted enough time here and proceeded to dial the manager’s number, Mr. Vidal.Martha stared widely at him instantly as he mentioned Mr. Vidal’s name and her name. ‘What are you doing? Who’s on the phone?’He whistled. ‘You should have
The Hipit company stood out distinctively from other-story buildings. Arthur smiled, giving himself a pat on the shoulder. He had done well. He walked into the building, responding to a few people who stopped to greet him. Eni walked up to him, reading his tasks for today. The lady didn’t know when to be quiet and chatty. He paused in his steps when she announced a board meeting with the executive management team tomorrow. He hadn’t prepared his presentation for an investment programme he wanted to share with the team. He would have to do it tonight before travelling back to New Jersey, or he could reschedule the meeting. The latter seemed like the best option. He couldn’t show up with half-written documents and unprepared notes tomorrow. He would look like a joke.Imagine what Uncle Derrick would say when he discovered Arthur embarrassed himself in front of the executive management. He was the chief executive officer, and according to standards, he’s supposed to be the one with the
You can’t give the company's shares to Arthur! I forbid you to do so!’ Mr. Morgan is hitting the table. ‘We will figure out how to pay him before the end of the week. That’s my decision.’Mark looked up, wondering if his father had missed the part where he stated that the deadline for the payment was today. He had tried to reach out to Mr. Gomez to validate Tom’s story, but the man’s line was unreachable. His father just had $15 million at his disposal, while Claire refused to drop anything. She was still pissed that he had insulted her in front of Arthur and Tom. He would deal properly with her later. Right now, he had to think of a way to escape jail and live to fight another day. He had to find a way to convince his dad to let him sell his shares. This was the only way. He ‘Dad, I feel it’s best if I sell my shares to him instead of you using the company’s meager profits to clear the debt. Look at the positive side of this option: we will have Craig as a shareholder in the compan
Sitting in the office, Arthur listened to his directors as they talked about the strategies for the month and how they could improve the team efforts of every brand. Arthur nodded when it was needed and said little when they asked for his approval. They were able to review the company’s financial goals and noticed that some of the tasks on the list had been accomplished solely by Arthur.He nodded to their praises and agreed with their constructive criticisms. Marianna’s lack of work enthusiasm was also talked about, and Arthur promised to deal with the lady. He was also tired of the back and forth with her. Ever since he released Diana from the liar, there was always a reason for her to bend his rules or ignore his orders. They couldn’t continue like this.The directors also informed him that they would be working on getting the technical and facility up to date with the latest project they had on the table. Arthur still felt it was too early to start another project after the last o
‘I can’t believe the destiny of Craig’s dynasty lies in his hands. Can’t you see him? Rumours had it that he was picked up from the gutter and changed into a king in a second. I don’t believe in fairy tales, but this one? It’s the perfect fairytale.’ Serena Qing whispered, ensuring her voice was a bit loud in the conference room. Arthur smiled a bit, not bothering to stare at her like others. He had met the Qing family a few days ago and concluded he didn’t like them a bit. They didn’t hesitate to show their displeasure and hatred for him when they were informed he was the new heir. Of course, they knew already, but that didn’t stop them from throwing taunting comments when he was earshot or during their conference like this one.Pure Heart’s Foundation was a climate change conference that every tech CEO was expected to attend. It was headed by representatives from each continent and had five permanent members: the Craig family and the Qing family. He didn’t want to come because his
The past few weeks have been filled with interesting drama, from the Marbles family to the Qing family. Nothing so far from his stepmother and his family favourite bogeyman. He strolled to the balcony and watched people go in and out of the company. He had finally dealt with his former boss finally, but he wasn’t going to cross Mr. Gomez's name is off the list yet. His phone buzzed. It was the fifth threat message since the beginning of the month, and it had all the colours of death. He was getting used to them, and even though the cops hadn’t been able to trace the numerous numbers to a suspect, He didn’t stop saving them in a folder. Someday, the messages will come in handy, as will the robot numbers. There was a fund-raising event an NGO was organizing, and Craig was expected to be available. He wasn’t sure he was going to attend the event because his enemies were also invited. The Qings, the Marbles, and the Morgans. He also had to travel to Washington, D.C., for it. No. He wasn
Claire used her card again. It was still saying the same thing. Insufficient funds. How could Mark not fund her card when he knew she was supposed to buy an outfit for the fundraiser event in Washington, D.C.?She smiled at the patient sales attendant and promised to return the outfit later in the day. She wasn’t going to let Mark embarrass her. She boarded a taxi home, and all through the journey, she cursed and regretted ever leaving Arthur. If she had stayed, getting the $8,000 dress wouldn’t have been a problem, but thanks to her taste for a better life, she left him. Now, see where that got her? An unbearable lifestyle with Mark and his parents. It was annoying that they didn’t own Morgan Inc. fully anymore. It was more unfortunate that they had to sell Mark’s home and move into his parents home. Mark had justified his action by saying the money was needed for the new business his father was working on. She had given up on arguing with him. The taxi driver stopped in front of M