Arthur Craig walked into the conference room slowly, measuring his steps as he thought about the app the company was building to tackle the losses they were currently facing. If he hadn’t been carried away with the activities of his step sisters and the Qing family, he would have known his employees were doing everything to make the CEO’s job a difficult and frustrating one. He nodded at the few managers who could muster the courage to greet him and settled at the head of the table. He nodded at Uncle Derrick to start the meeting while he fell into his chair to listen. A few members were given termination letters, while others received severe warnings. Uncle Derrick also acknowledged the efforts of everyone and introduced the project plan we had created for the Venus Project. It was a digital project, and we were expected to build a loan app that worked almost like a bank app. Uncle Derrick explained everything, and Arthur chipped in one or two things to clarify certain terms. Some
Mark ignored his father’s secretary's raised eyebrow as he barged into his father’s office. He was really angry. How could his father change his mind on Claire’s appointment? His father knew this was the only way he could watch the activities of Claire and ensure she didn’t run off to meet Arthur again. ‘Dad, I thought we agreed that Claire would resume here today? What happened?’ Mark asked, stifling his anger.His father sighed, dropping the tablet he had been engrossed with. ‘It’s not good for the business, Mark. She’s Arthur's ex-wife, and I am not sure Arthur would be happy to see her working here.’Mark chuckled, not believing what his father said. ‘You are afraid of Arthur, Dad? I can’t believe this. We are supposed to be figuring out ways on how to retrieve the company from Arthur, but here you are trying to destroy every plan I have made concerning the move.’‘I still don’t understand how employing Claire here will help your plans. Mark, don’t push this any further. We aren’
Arthur read through the report Uncle Derrick had sent via mail concerning the unknown number that had threatened him days ago. According to the report, it was from a burner phone, and the number couldn’t be traced to anybody living or alive. He threw the report into the trash can, lit a matchstick, and threw it in. He would have to be more careful next time he received such messages. He unlocked a drawer, pulled out a new phone, and switched it on. Uncle Derrick had advised he got a new device and changed his lines to a private one, which will only be reachable by a handful—Uncle Derrick, Jim, his secretary, and trusted contacts. So, if he received disturbing text messages, he could easily trace them.He scrolled through the phone contact list to review the numbers, and after a few minutes, he called a few people and discussed business and contracts. An hour later, he strolled out of the library for lunch. The housekeeper greeted him as he settled to enjoy a quiet lunch alone. He did
Mark woke up, feeling tired and hungry. He turned, looking into Claire’s sleepy face, and stroked it. She was even more beautiful asleep. He kissed her and stood up from the bed. He had a series of meetings and a dinner reservation with one of his father’s old clients. They were trying to complete a deal without going through the company’s normal processes.His father wouldn’t approve if he heard about it, but Mark wasn’t bothered. He was tired of eating from the hands of Arthur Craig. He stepped into the shower, thinking about how he was going to get the Qing’s siblings contact from his mother. One way or the other, he was going to get it.An hour later, he was settled at the dining table, watching the housekeeper as she arranged the table. He instructed her to leave and served himself. He wasn’t bothered when she muttered something underneath her breath and walked away. Once the deal was completed with the old client, he was going to move out of his father’s glorious mansion. The di
Maxine’s family was known to throw the biggest parties in society. They were the lords of the hospitality world, owning the biggest hotels and resorts in the country. No one dared to cross them, not even the Qing family. The Maxine’s were the usual Russian family who stuck together and defended their blood to their last breaths. They were respected, feared, accepted, and loved in society. Arthur ran his fingers across the invitation card and threw it into his drawer. He wouldn’t miss this for anything in the world. Maxine’s family was a close acquaintance to his father, but he hadn’t been able to officially see and introduce himself to them. He had gained a lot of enemies, but it would also be nice he had some friends apart from Jim and a few others.He picked up his glass of champagne, strode into his room, and in a few minutes, he was dressed. He dropped instructions with the bodyguard and warned him not to allow Marianna and her sisters into the house. She had been scarce after th
Staring pointedly at the document before him, Arthur’s brows raised in confusion and suddenly, it melted into realization.Before him was an annulment of the one-month marriage between him and Claire. Claire was his wife, the woman he fell in love with two years ago. The same woman he proposed to a year ago while struggling to make ends meet.Slowly, Arthur looked up to meet the gaze of a dark man. Another hefty man was looming over him. They both looked dangerous but Arthur couldn't comprehend what the men had to do with his marriage with Claire.Before he could say anything, the man in front of him snapped at him in a gruff voice. “Sign that.”He was pointing at the document with a crooked finger. Arthur followed the direction of his hand before shaking his head vehemently.“No, why should I?” Rage bubbled in the man’s eyes. Suddenly, he snorted and yelled again. “Sign that!”Even though Arthur was scared of his physique, he didn't do as he was told. He was trying to figure out wha
Work was the first thing Arthur remembered as soon as he regained consciousness. The cold floor made him shiver, bringing back the memories of what happened a while ago. He came home from work just to rest for two hours before going back for the morning shift when he met those strange men who wanted him to sign an annulment to dissolve the marriage between him and his wife, Claire.At the thought of how he was forcefully made to sign the papers, pain shot through his veins and he shut his eyes, the temptation to scream out his lungs in regret pushing him to the edge.Claire was a traitor, he thought.Claire betrayed him.He loved her. He did everything he could to make her happy. He forgot his ambition, his dreams just for her. Just to please her.Yet she left him. She brought in those strangers to beat him up and force him to sign the divorce papers.Even though he found her act so immature, he couldn't help but wonder why she couldn't ask him for a divorce without the use of coerci
If there was one thing Arthur regretted in his life at the moment, that was crossing paths with Claire and falling head over heels in love with and dating her then marrying her.The only thing he felt was pure hatred for the woman he had thought he would love for a lifetime till death.Before he met her, his regrets were being born to his parents. They abandoned him so he hated them. He had always wished he had different parents, parents who would be proud to have a child like him and show him to the world, not parents like his who were ashamed to show him to the entire world.Now the hatred had been transferred to Claire.As he limped home with his eyes almost closed shut from the stinging pain, a car sped past him making the pond of water on the street of his home splash on his already dirty trousers.He had only changed his shirt this morning while he was in a hurry to get home. He didn't change his pants which he had worn since the day before. Arthur stopped walking, and stared a