Immediately, I looked for a place to hide as I knew very well that if they caught me, and decided to hit me alongside others, there was a high chance that my disguise would be removed and that would mean the end of my game.Even while trying to hide, I hoped that Sandra was okay. Not like I cared though, but she was the key to me getting what I want right now.If she dies, my father could fire me as he wasn't the one who brought me in as he probably felt there was no need for a lawn man.I heard groans and the sounds of an intense fight, and after what seemed like ten minutes, I heard my fake name.“Andrews!” Sandra shrieked.I popped out my head from where I was hiding, and then noticed that Sandra's gang had beaten up the enemy gang.Relief washed through me and I stood up, dusting my clothes.“I'm here, ma'am.” I raised my voice as I walked up to her.Then she shook her head.“So, this is all you can do? Hide? Did you even bother to find out if I'm safe?” She yelled at the top of h
The anger Charles felt while he was on his way to James’ home instantly went down and I rushed towards him. Charles was quite confused about this sudden behavior.They were both on a mission and the next thing is he began to drink. Because Charles was aware he wasn't someone like that, he decided to be calm about it.“James, why are you drinking?” Charles asked as he placed his right hand on his back.And then James looked up at Charles, and shook his head like he was trying to awaken from his drunken state.“I'm sorry, boss. I have failed you.” He uttered, and that got Charles curious about what had really happened.He knew James was the type of man to ensure that he did his job diligently, so he had to get to the root of this.“Talk to me. What exactly happened? What put you in this state?” Charles questioned again, and James sniffled.“I… I feel ashamed to talk about it. Moreover, it's unprofessional of me to have bailed out when a serious mission was going on.”“James, I'm here as
That night, Charles called James over to his house for a brief meeting.“Good evening, boss. What's the update?” James asked as he sat on the couch opposite the sofa which Charles was sitting on.“There's this idea which sparked up in my head when I overheard my father and his wife, speaking.” Charles spoke, and James drew closer to listen keenly to what Charles had to say.“I’m all ears, boss.” “It seems my father needs a contract which has enough potential for him to jump on. More like he is in need of a certain amount of money within three months.” Charles continued as he interlocked his fingers.“Okay, boss. So, where do we come in from here?” James asked inquisitively and ready to execute whatever role he had to play.“I need you to disguise as a business man, and offer him a 30 million dollars contract deal. But you will be taking him out of the country. Let's say, Paris.” “Whoa! This seems so intriguing.” James spoke, feeling elated to hop on this mission.He had failed his l
“Good day, Mr. Lincoln. I'm Mr. Henry. I'm calling from France. You may not know me, but I know you and I've read a lot about you on the net.” James said over the phone call.“And…?” Mr. Lincoln said, wondering what the call was about.“I'm interested in securing a deal with you if you are in currently interested in one.”“And how much are we talking about.”“It's a deal that's going to worth a hundred billion dollars within two months. But I'll be investing 30 million dollars first which would be a covering for both of us.”“Meaning I don't have to invest my money, yet?”“Yeah. All I need is to see how great you're going to pull this. Once it turns out great, then there can be more partnership deals for us.” “Whoa. That's… that's remarkable. But… but how do I know this isn't a scam?” Mr. Lincoln asked, squinting his eyes at the absurdity of his wish coming true so quickly and even in an easier way.“Well, we could switch to a video call if you want, and if that's not enough for you,
The employees were taken aback. Why was Charles suddenly annoyed? He had been a little impatient earlier, but not mad. Also the mini-robot had detected it when his mood switched to a sad one."Sir. Um, we'd like to know what made you mad all of a sudden. Did we displease you in any way?" The leader asked, with his hands held in front of him.Charles inhaled, and exhaled, his expression softening, then looked at the robot. He studied it for a while, then nodded. "The mini-robot is good." He commented, but they didn't know if they were to feel good or not. "You're not… you're not angry with us about anything?" The leader asked, still with his hands politely clasped together. "No, that was just a trick. I'm not mad at you for anything. Rather, I'm a little impressed. So, I think this little man can really detect emotions, but it won't last more than five minutes." He informed them, and the leader scratched his neck."Actually, that was… uh…" He began, but didn't know how to complete h
Charles' brows furrowed as he noticed that corruption had been going on since the last time he thoroughly checked through what was going on in the company.Then he assembled the people who were involved and investigated them, questioning them one by one until they confesssed.“I would have decided to arrest you all because I have the power and right to do so, but I'll let you off the hook to learn your lesson, but from now henceforth, I don't want you in this company anymore.” Charles spoke loudly and then rose to his feet.The four men who were involved in the embezzlement all knelt down, begging Charles.“I have spoken and that's how it should play out. If you anger me, I'll have no choice than to send you to jail.” He threatened and then turned to other staffs who were watching.“I know there are still some people like these men here, but I'll adjure you to change now when you still have the chance or your punishment will be worse than theirs.” He warned, and walked out.Vera follo
“And who are you, exactly, Mr. Andrews?” Tyson questioned, sneering at Charles.That was the moment Charles realized that he had overdone himself. Out of anger, he had pushed himself closer to suspicion.Any intelligent person would know that if a poor man could stand up to Tyson to yell if he knows who he was, then he must certainly have something he relies on.Charles lowered his eyes, then moved backwards a little.“I… I apologize, young master. I'm currently having a bad day.”“No, Andrews. Tell me, who are you? That's what I'm interested in.” Tyson questioned again, closing in on him.Right there, Charles’ tongue became crippled of words as he couldn't think of a convincing reason to let himself out of the suspicion zone.“Don't you have ears, Andrews? My son is speaking to you!” Sandra yelled from the dining.Charles glanced at the dining room and noticed that everyone's eyes were now on him. Some of them had this intrigued expression, while some were curious on how this was goi
Charles smiled to himself, unable to hide his excitement. It was the kind of opportunity that made everything fall into place. "Turns out this shelf hasn't been dusted in weeks." He suddenly heard Tyson say, and turned.Tyson was standing by a shelf of books he had seen the maid cleaning a day ago. It was obvious he was doing it on purpose. He opened his mouth to say something about the maid cleaning it, but Tyson suddenly held up a duster. "Dust it." He ordered, staring at Charles expressionlessly. Charles gave a little smile, as that was the only way he could refrain his anger from showing on his face.He walked towards Tyson, and took the duster from him. Very soon, it would be over, and relief would wash over him like a cool shower on a hot summer's day. Charles began to dust the shelf, and the books on it, waiting patiently for the time to clock seven, so they could leave, and he'd begin his work. When he was done cleaning the shelf, he ran some more errands, and was final