Darren fumbled with the hologram machine, his hands were shaking slightly as he set it up on the small table in front of Mr. Richmond. A few seconds later, the device flickered to life, projecting a clear image into the center of the room. It showed a well-lit studio, where Tariq Khyber, the CEO of the Khyber Group, was seated across from a John Larry a famous TV pundit.Tariq’s smile was wide and genuine, his face was glowing with triumph, like he had just achieved something extraordinary. Mr. Richmond’s expression hardened as soon as he saw his rival. That smile meant only one thing: progress. And progress for the Khybers was bad news for the Richmonds.Mr. Richmond clenched his jaw, feeling a wave of anger wash over him. Tariq Khyber wasn’t just any competitor—he was one of the most cunning and crafty men in Westwood’s business world. Every victory Tariq scored was a threat to Mr. Richmond’s empire.“What is this?” Mr. Richmond asked, his voice was edged with frustration as he s
Tariq leaned back in his chair, letting the moment hang in the air before he answered the host’s question."How much?" the host asked again, leaning forward, eager for the response.Tariq smiled, his eyes were gleaming. “Around fifty billion dollars.”Mr. Richmond's world froze.Fifty billion? His son, Marvin—whom he had always thought of as a failure—was was now actually a billionaire? And not just a billionaire, but someone who had made that fortune without any help or affiliation with him?He couldn’t believe it. It didn’t make sense. His son, whom he had disowned and cast aside, had managed to pull off a deal that no one else could. Marvin had somehow become a powerful player behind the scenes, without his father even knowing.Mr. Richmond felt like the ground was shifting beneath him. His chest tightened, his pulse pounded in his ears. How could this have happened? How could Marvin, of all people, have outplayed him like this?Across the room, Martha's eyes widened in shock as
At exactly ten in the morning, Marvin stepped out of his suite. The hallway was filled with hotel staff scurrying to and fro and each of them bowed in greeting as he passed.He had done the impossible some days ago and that act left them in awe and they were impressed.But Marvin didn’t even glance at them. He moved with purpose, his gaze was set straight ahead. The whispers of respect and fear followed him like a shadow.As he reached the front doors, he stepped into the bright courtyard. There, waiting for him, was a sleek Lamborghini Aventador limousine. Standing next to it was the butler assigned to him, dressed sharply in his uniform.“Good morning, sir,” the butler greeted, bowing deeply.“Yes, good morning,” Marvin replied, his voice was calm but distant.The butler straightened up and asked, “Please, sir, may I know the reason for your outing today and where you wish to go?”Marvin glanced at him. “I want you to drive me to a restaurant that serves spicy peanut butter noodles
“Why did you trip me, you wicked and pathetic excuse of a man?” she snapped, with a voice that was full of accusation. Marvin blinked, completely taken aback. “What? I didn’t trip you!” For goodness sake, he hadn’t even moved from his seat. The stylish woman crossed her arms and glared at Marvin. “What do you mean you didn’t?” she said, with a voice that was dripping with disbelief. Marvin looked down at his shirt, the bright red stain glaring back at him. His face hardened, and anger flashed in his eyes. He stood up abruptly, glaring at the woman. “Look, young woman,” he said, with a voice that was tight with frustration, “I didn’t do anything you’re accusing me of. I didn’t trip you. In fact, you owe me an apology for lying against me and ruining my shirt!” He pointed at the stain, his words were firm and demanding. A few people around the restaurant gasped at Marvin’s bold demand. The woman’s eyes narrowed as she looked Marvin up and down, her expression had turned ev
As Marvin stepped outside the restaurant, one of the girls in the group leaned closer to their leader and whispered with a smirk, "Your friend is here."The leader rolled her eyes in disgust. "Please, don’t make fun of me by associating me with that average, pathetic excuse of a man," she spat, glaring at Marvin from a distance.Marvin was just outside, holding his phone up to his ear as if making a call. He looked calm now, but still had the same determined expression on his face.The leader of the girls snapped her fingers suddenly. "Girls, I have an idea."The others perked up, looking curious. "What is it?" one of them asked."Well," the leader began, with her lips curling into a sly smile, "instead of waiting for an Uber, we could go over and talk to that butler by the Lamborghini. If we’re lucky, he could introduce us to his boss, and maybe we’ll get to enjoy a ride in that luxurious car, and get to know him. Trust me, no man would be able to resist sexy and extremely attractive
Inside the limousine, the girls were still chatting excitedly. They had poured themselves glasses of wine from the mini-fridge, and their laughter echoed through the luxurious vehicle."This place is incredible!" one of the girls exclaimed, taking a sip of wine."I feel like we’re living in a movie," another added, stretching out on the soft leather seats.The expensive looking lady grinned smugly as she leaned back, holding a crystal glass. "This is just the beginning, girls. Once we meet the boss of this car, our lives will be set."As they enjoyed their drinks and continued talking, the limo door suddenly swung open. The girls all looked up, startled. Standing there was Marvin, the man they had insulted in the restaurant. His expression was calm, but his eyes held a serious look.The leader of the girls gasped, as her face turned pale. "What… what are you doing here?" she stuttered, struggling to find her words.Marvin who was still outside, crossed his arms. "I think I should be
"Yes, sir," the butler responded, gripping the steering wheel."Okay I will like you to drive me there.""Okay sir Marvin."Marvin settled into the backseat, and after a moment, he spoke. "So, what do you think of tech? It's been changing the world, hasn’t it?"The butler hesitated before answering. "Well, sir, I can’t say I’m a fan of all the new gadgets and machines. It’s made people lazy, if you ask me. Everyone relies too much on technology. They’ve stopped using their hands, their heads... It's like they’ve forgotten how to do things the old way."Marvin listened quietly, curious. "So, you don’t like tech at all?"The butler sighed. "Not entirely. I admit, some machines have been helpful to me over the years. Made my work easier, saved me time. But overall, I think it’s made people softer."Marvin nodded, though his expression showed a spark of excitement. "Well, I’m the opposite. I’m a huge tech enthusiast. I love everything about it."The butler glanced at him in the rearview m
The young woman’s smile never wavered as she stepped closer and shook Marvin's hand. "Mr Marvin Richmond I suppose, My name is Lina, and I am an advanced AI system designed to assist you."Marvin's eyes widened. His heart skipped a beat. How does she know my name?His voice was sharp as he blurted out, "How the hell do you know who I am?"Lina’s expression remained calm, as she was unbothered by his reaction. "I’ve connected to your neurological system, Mr. Richmond. I can access certain information about you—like your name—and I can even predict what you might be feeling or say next."Marvin stared at her, completely stunned. He felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn’t some simple customer service robot. This was something far more advanced. Could she really know what I’m thinking?"But... robots like you are only used for customer service in places like this, right?" Marvin asked, still trying to wrap his head around it.He knew that it would be very risky if robots like this