The dim light of the restroom flickered above as James stood cornered by two security guards, their sneers making it clear they relished this moment.
“Guess you didn’t think you’d end up back here, did you, ‘Mr. Carter’?” one guard jeered, pushing him toward the stalls. “Still pretending to be someone important?”
James remained silent, his gaze steady despite the humiliation. Let them think they have the upper hand, he told himself. Their time will come.
Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He managed to pull it out, seeing Alexis Lane’s name flash across the screen. But before he could answer, the guard nearest him snatched the phone.
“Well, well, what’s this? Ms. Lane is calling you? Trying to get help, huh?” The guard laughed and answered the call, pressing the speaker button.
“Hello, James?” Alexis’s voice was sharp, laced with authority. “Where are you?”
“Oh, James is a little busy right now,” the guard sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “Why don’t you mind your business, Ms. Lane, and let us take care of this ‘pauper’? He’s got some toilets to clean.”
There was a brief silence on the line before Alexis’s voice returned, now icy and controlled. “I’m coming down there right now.”
The guard snorted, tossing the phone to the floor. “Go ahead. Won’t make a difference. Your boy here is getting what he deserves.”
But even as he spoke, footsteps approached down the hallway, fast and purposeful. Within moments, the restroom door swung open, and Alexis Lane stepped in, her gaze sweeping over the scene with cold fury.
Her eyes locked onto the guards, her expression unyielding. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
The guards froze, caught off guard by her sudden presence. One of them stammered, “Uh… we were just, uh… making sure he knew his place.”
Alexis raised an eyebrow, her voice steady but laced with steel. “And you thought insulting him, and me, was appropriate?”
Ray appeared in the doorway, his expression confused and annoyed. “What’s going on here? Why is everyone so worked up?”
Alexis turned to him, her tone unrelenting. “Ray, did you know that this man you’ve been humiliating is actually the new CEO of Maple Properties?”
A stunned silence filled the room as Ray and the guards exchanged panicked glances. Ray’s face paled, his earlier arrogance dissolving into shock.
“That’s impossible!” Ray spluttered, looking from Alexis to James in disbelief. “He’s… he’s nobody! This has to be some kind of joke!”
Without a word, Alexis pulled out her phone and brought up a photo of James from a recent board meeting, clearly labeled with his full name and new title: James Carter, CEO of Maple Properties.
The guards took a step back, their faces twisted with regret and horror. Ray’s jaw dropped, the realization of his actions hitting him like a punch.
Alexis folded her arms, her gaze never leaving them. “Now, Mr. Carter, how would you like to handle this?”
James looked at each of them, his expression unreadable. He could see the fear in their eyes, the dawning realization that their casual cruelty had caught up with them. But he wasn’t looking for apologies.
A slow smile spread across his face. “Alexis, I have a different kind of punishment in mind.”
Ray blinked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Mr. Carter, please, I… I didn’t know—”
James raised a hand, silencing him. “Save it. Apologies mean nothing to me.” He paused, his tone firm and unyielding. “Here’s what you’ll do. Since you all enjoy assigning degrading tasks so much, I’m giving you one.”
Ray’s face fell, realizing his fate was sealed. “Mr. Carter… please…”
James’s voice was cold. “You’ll lick the toilet. The security captain will join you. And as for you,” he turned to the guard who had taken his phone and insulted Alexis, “you’ll take the urinal. Since you’re so keen on degrading others, let’s see how it feels.”
One of the guards fell to his knees, hands clasped in desperation. “Mr. Carter, please… anything but that. I… I didn’t mean—”
James’s gaze hardened. “You’re right. You didn’t mean anything except to belittle and insult. Now, you’re going to find out what it’s like.”
He looked at the last guard, who had been silent throughout, now watching in shock. “You’re going to livestream this on I*******m. And I want everyone to see exactly how Maple Properties handles disrespect.”
A collective gasp filled the room as the severity of James’s demand sank in. The guards and Ray looked at each other in horror, knowing they couldn’t refuse. James was the CEO now, and disobeying him would cost them their jobs—and possibly more.
“Now,” James continued, crossing his arms. “Do it. Or you’re all fired on the spot. I’ll make sure you never work security in this city again.”
The security captain, face red and dripping with sweat, looked down at the toilet, a grimace twisting his face. Slowly, he leaned down, his expression filled with humiliation and anger.
Ray, trembling, followed suit, his usual arrogance shattered as he knelt beside the toilet, glancing up at James in a final, desperate plea. But James’s face was resolute, unmoved by the pitiful sight.
The guard with the phone reluctantly pulled it out, his fingers shaking as he opened I*******m and started a live stream. Soon, notifications poured in as viewers tuned in, commenting with confusion and shock.
“Just like that,” James said, his tone unyielding. “Let the world see what happens when you disrespect others.”
Ray, his face contorted with humiliation, leaned down, his nose inches from the toilet. A sickening silence filled the room as he finally lowered himself and licked the porcelain. The comments on the live stream exploded in laughter, disgust, and bewilderment as everyone watching witnessed the guards’ and Ray’s forced penance.
When it was over, James looked down at them, his voice even. “Let this be a lesson. Respect isn’t optional.”
The guards scrambled to their feet, wiping their faces in humiliation, while Ray sat back, utterly defeated, his eyes fixed on the floor.
James glanced at Alexis, who was observing the scene with quiet approval. She nodded, her voice calm. “I believe that was a fitting punishment, Mr. Carter.”
James smiled, glancing at the now-empty restroom. “I thought so too.” He turned back to Ray and the guards, his voice softer but no less firm. “Next time you see someone you think is beneath you, remember this moment.”
They nodded, still in shock, too ashamed to look him in the eye.
As James and Alexis left the restroom, Alexis glanced at him, admiration clear in her eyes. “You’ve made quite an impression, Mr. Carter.”
James chuckled, feeling the weight of his new authority settle over him. “Good. It’s about time they understood who I am.”
James strode down the hallway of Maple Properties, his steps quick and resolute, the echo of Ray and the guards’ humiliation still lingering in his mind. Alexis walked beside him, her demeanor professional and respectful, an evident contrast to the earlier mockery he had faced.She gestured toward a set of polished mahogany doors. “Mr. Carter, here’s your office,” she said, opening the door to reveal a spacious, luxurious workspace with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.James took in the opulent setting—a modern desk, state-of-the-art equipment, and plush leather seating arranged around a glass coffee table. He turned to Alexis, his expression calm but curious. “Quite the upgrade from the construction site, don’t you think?”She managed a smile, an acknowledgment of his past. “I’m genuinely sorry for how you were treated earlier. It was inexcusable.”James gave her a curt nod. “I appreciate your support, Alexis. And I’ll need it, especially as we investigate Ray’s
James stood his ground, his gaze unwavering as Dr. Robert Blake smirked, eyes gleaming with arrogant malice. “You think you can record me and get away with it, Carter?” Robert sneered, signaling to the guards. “Take his phone. I want it destroyed.”The three guards advanced, each grabbing for his arms. James twisted, dodging their reach as he held his phone high. “This recording will be heard,” he said, his voice firm. “And everyone will know what you’ve done to Emily.”Robert laughed, a cruel sound. “You’re playing with fire, James. I could have you and your family blacklisted from every medical institution in the state.”A murmur went through the crowd of patients and visitors gathering in the corridor, their expressions shifting from confusion to outrage as they took in the scene.“This is terrible! They shouldn’t treat her like this!” someone whispered.But Robert’s gaze turned icy, and with a swift glare, he silenced the bystanders. “If any of you interfere, I’ll make sure you re
The corridor was silent save for the harsh, echoing sound of Richard’s strikes against Todd’s legs. Each brutal blow resonated with sickening cracks, and Todd’s screams filled the air as his bones shattered. His once-arrogant demeanor was gone, replaced by bloodied, broken agony. James watched without flinching, feeling a strange satisfaction at the justice unfolding before him.Laura, Todd’s mother, lunged forward, her face twisted with rage. “You monster!” she screamed, her voice raw with fury. “You can’t do this to my son!”Richard turned calmly and, without hesitation, kicked her back with a force that sent her sprawling to the ground. He took a step forward, towering over her. “I suggest you stay silent,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “Or you’ll find yourself joining him.”Laura’s face paled, and she crawled backward, too terrified to speak. Henry, Todd’s father, stood frozen, his eyes wide with fear as he realized the danger of crossing James and his powerful allies.Dr.
As James stood by Emily’s bedside, Michael Grant’s words echoed in his mind. “Victor Hill and Maple Group have a significant stake in this hospital. In a way, Mr. Carter, you’re effectively one of its owners.” James was still absorbing the weight of this revelation. His inheritance had afforded him much more than financial security—it had granted him influence, real power to protect and defend those he cared about.He thanked Michael once more for his support and headed out of the hospital, feeling an immense sense of relief. Emily would receive the best care available, and those who had dared mistreat her now understood just how deeply connected he was.Outside, Richard offered him a ride. “Allow me, Mr. Carter. I insist.”James smiled, but he shook his head. “Thanks, Richard, but I need some time to think. I’ll make my own way there.”The crisp night air felt grounding as he walked away from the hospital, his mind still turning over the events of the day. Just then, his phone buzzed
He nodded, after reading the text he received knowing fully well that he got covered. He patiently waited for the party to begin, his attention was caught by the menu on the table. He took the menu on the table and looked for what drink to take, he got interrupted by a waiter. “Hi sir! What would you like to have? The waiter asked politely, He said with a welcoming smile, “A glass of cocktail will be nice.” “Alright coming right up!, the waiter said, leaving James to get his order.. The lady and her men noticed what had happened and she decided to do something stupid. She went straight to the waiter and she said “Hi, are you the waiter? She asked in pretense. “Yes ma’am. Do you need anything? He asked politely. “Yeah, I need a glass of water. Can you make that available? She said “Sure ma’am! I will be right back. He turned away, leaving her with the drink he was about to serve to james. The lady named Tasha has a plan in mind and that’s to poison James's drink. She
“Hey, let me be.” Tasha said, struggling to break free from Victor’s grasp. “No, we won’t let you go, you must tell us who sent you,”James said, piercing into Tasha’s eyes. “I won’t reveal her identity, no matter what,”Tasha said, her face set in a determined expression. “Oh, I see you’re stubborn and not easily swayed.”James said, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with Tasha. “Don’t worry, I will handle your case”. Tasha spat in Victor’s face, and before James could even react, Victor unleashed a powerful punch, striking Tasha’s jaw with a loud crack. Her nose bled and she crumpled to the ground, feeling dazed and weak. “Hey Victor, why did you do that?.”James said looking at victor with a furious face. “She spat on me. How dare she do that?” Victor answered James as he picked up a bottle and smashed it against the wall. “Calm down buddy! Anger won’t solve anything here.” James told Victor in a calm tone. Tasha was on the ground gasping for air. She was in pain an
James was in shock after he found out the confession Tasha made. He planned to investigate the case knowing why his mother-in- law did that .“James, so what are we going to do?” Victor asked James, looking so worried.“We will investigate this case” James said, adjusting the table opposite to where Tasha sat.“Can’t we just confront her and report her to the police?” Victor asked him as he walked over to where James was. “No! I must have my evidence, I must teach that old lady a lesson." James whispered to Victor's ears.“Alright. I got your back buddy.” Victor said as they gave each other a fist bump. “And what will we do to her?” James said, as he turned to tasha.“Please, let me go! I already gave you what you wanted,”Tasha pleaded.James nodded his head in disapproval to what she said. “Not yet, you will be of help to us. Your mission hasn't been completed.” James said to her.“What mission? What else do you seek for?” Tasha asked James in a low tone barely audible. James smil
“Oh mother, she’s having her prayers. She will join us shortly.” She said to him, sipping her cup of coffee. “Such a wicked woman still prays! To which God exactly? “ James said to himself. “Alright.” He replied to his wife. His mother-in-law came out for breakfast. She wasn’t aware that James wasn't dead and he came back home last night. Immediately she set her eyes on him, she gasped for some air. She thought James was dead. “Oh my Goodness, this good for nothing is back. I thought I told that fool Tasha to waste his life. Why is he still here? Oh God! My plan failed . Tasha is such a moron.” She said to herself with much bitterness James sighted his mother-in - law walking towards the dining room. “Oh, my mother-in- law is here! Good morning mother.” He said to her as he smiled mischievously. She avoided his greetings and pretended as if she couldn’t hear a thing. “Good morning mother.” Her daughter, Pamela said to her with a welcoming smile. “Beautiful morning to
Chapter 47Helen Shaw’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of her living room, her expression tense as she scanned the documents spread across the coffee table. George Shaw sat across from her, his hands clutching a thick envelope containing copies of internal reports from Maple Group—reports that no one outside of James’s inner circle should have access to.“This is it,” Helen said, her voice low but brimming with confidence. “With these, we can deal him a blow he’ll never recover from.”George glanced uneasily at the papers. “Are you sure about this, Helen? If James finds out—”“He won’t find out,” she interrupted, narrowing her eyes. “Do you want Pamela to be stuck with a man like him forever? If we bring Maple Group to its knees, Pamela will finally see reason. She’ll leave him.”George hesitated, but Helen’s determination silenced his doubts. He knew better than to challenge her once she had her mind set on something.Helen continued, her voice growing colder. “We’ll
The air in the Shaw household was heavy with unease. Helen and George sat in the living room, their earlier celebration overshadowed by a growing sense of dread. The fixer, Charles Tully, had gone silent, and no updates had come through.Helen tapped her fingernails against the armrest, her irritation barely concealed. “Where is he? He promised results by now.”George shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe we should lay low for a while, Helen. If James catches wind of this—”“He won’t,” Helen snapped, cutting him off. “Stop worrying. Charles knows what he’s doing. We’re close to finally getting rid of that man.”Just then, the front door opened. Helen and George turned, expecting Pamela, but their faces froze when James stepped inside instead.James closed the door behind him, his movements calm, deliberate. Dressed sharply in a tailored black suit, he exuded an aura of quiet authority that made the tension in the room palpable.“James,” Helen began, her tone tight. “What are you doing here?”
Helen and George Shaw sat at the dining table, tension heavy between them. George’s face was pale as he clutched his phone, the recent call from Garth still fresh in his mind.“He’s furious,” George muttered, his voice shaky. “That bad information cost him millions. If he drops us, we’re finished.”Helen rolled her eyes, pouring herself a glass of wine. “Don’t be so dramatic, George. We just need to dig deeper. James can’t be this invincible.”“And what if we get caught?” George shot back. “Do you think James doesn’t know what we’re up to? He’s not stupid, Helen.”Helen leaned forward, her eyes cold. “Then we don’t get caught. You need to grow a backbone. This isn’t just about us—it’s about protecting Pamela from that man. If we don’t act now, she’ll end up losing everything when James eventually falls.”Unbeknownst to them, Victor was watching from a car parked across the street, his camera trained on the house. Through the windows, he captured the argument, Helen’s animated gestures
Helen Shaw paced the living room, her hands clasped tightly, the tension radiating from her every movement. “We’ve been patient for too long, George. That man has walked all over us, made us dependent on him, and humiliated us at every turn. If Pamela won’t see reason, then we’ll have to act for her sake.”George Shaw, slouched in his favorite armchair with a drink in hand, looked weary. “And what exactly do you propose we do, Helen? He’s not just some small-town businessman. James has resources—more than we can imagine. We can’t take him down easily.”Helen shot him a sharp glare. “Are you really that spineless? Garth has been hounding us to find a weakness in James’s empire, and now we have an opportunity. We just need to give him the right ammunition. Maple Group has vulnerabilities—we just need to find them.”George sighed but nodded reluctantly. “Fine. I’ll reach out to a few of my old contacts, see if there’s any chatter about Maple Group’s internal dealings. But you… You’re clo
The cold winter sunlight filtered through the office windows as Pamela sat quietly in a corner of James’s office. She had come under the pretense of delivering lunch, but she couldn’t help staying to observe him at work.James stood by his desk, phone pressed to his ear, his voice firm yet calm as he spoke to a supplier in Europe. Despite the mounting pressure of recent challenges, he remained composed, solving problems with a confidence that Pamela couldn’t ignore.She remembered the man she married—timid, unsure, and often dismissed by her parents. That James seemed like a distant memory. The man before her now was decisive, commanding, and, to her surprise, magnetic in a way she had never noticed before.As he ended the call, James turned to her. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Did you want to talk about something?”Pamela hesitated, feeling awkward under his steady gaze. “No, I just thought you might need a break. You’ve been working nonstop.”A small smile tugged at his lips. “There’
A gentle rain fell over the city, its rhythm soothing against the windows of James Whitmore’s penthouse. For the first time in weeks, the tension at Maple Group seemed to have eased. The newly forged international alliances were beginning to yield results, stabilizing the company’s supply chains and boosting investor confidence. James had spent the day tying up loose ends, ensuring that every department was aligned with the company’s vision. As he stood by the window, a glass of bourbon in hand, James allowed himself a rare moment of reflection. The battles with Brandon, Helen Shaw’s lingering resentment, and Garth’s growing aggression—all of it seemed distant, as if paused by the tranquility of the evening. Victor entered the room, his usually brisk demeanor softened by the quiet atmosphere. “The reports are in,” he said, holding up a tablet. “Our market share has increased by 7% since the Dubai partnership went public. Investors are calling it a turning point.” James turned to
The sprawling Maple Group headquarters buzzed with activity, reflecting the company’s recent momentum. James Whitmore stepped out of the elevator on the top floor, greeted by a team of department heads awaiting his arrival in the main conference room. After weeks of traveling, securing key international partnerships, it was time to address the home front.As James entered, his commanding presence silenced the room. He took his seat at the head of the table, the city skyline glimmering through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him.“Ladies and gentlemen,” James began, his tone firm yet energizing, “our international expansion is well underway. But growth abroad means nothing if we can’t fortify our foundation here. This is where the real work begins.”Victor, seated to his right, pulled up a presentation on the large screen. The first slide displayed key performance indicators for Maple Group’s domestic operations. “We’ve analyzed every division,” Victor said, his voice clear and pre
James and Victor spent the following weeks jet-setting between continents, meeting with key players in the business world.In Dubai, they secured a partnership with a major logistics company, ensuring Maple Group’s products could be delivered faster and more efficiently. In Singapore, they negotiated with a tech firm to incorporate cutting-edge AI into their operations. And in Germany, they forged an alliance with a prominent automobile manufacturer, opening doors to new ventures.Each deal was a piece of the puzzle, carefully selected to strengthen Maple Group’s foundation.During a meeting in Tokyo, Victor leaned over to James. “You’re playing a masterful game here. Garth and Brandon won’t know what hit them.”James smirked. “Let them plot. Every move they make now will only push us further ahead.The Gulfstream jet landed smoothly on the tarmac of Dubai International Airport. As James stepped off the plane with Victor by his side, he felt the heat of the desert sun and the weight o
The Maple Group boardroom had never been more alive. Executives, department heads, and international advisors gathered around the long mahogany table, listening intently as Victor laid out the blueprint for James’s latest initiative. Maps of target regions and digital projections flickered on the screen behind him, displaying key growth metrics and potential market analyses.Victor’s voice carried with a clarity that commanded attention. “We’re looking at markets in Southeast Asia, Eastern Europe, and South America. These regions are brimming with untapped potential. By establishing a presence now, we position Maple Group as a leader in industries ranging from renewable energy to logistics.”James leaned forward, his expression calm but commanding. “This isn’t just expansion—it’s reinforcement. If Garth or anyone else tries to undermine us, they’ll face resistance on multiple fronts. We won’t just withstand their attacks; we’ll render them irrelevant.”The room fell silent for a momen