Blade storms in, usually unannounced, but that's most likely at the end of the day, when Jack will be done with his scheduled plan for the day.Jack had introduced Blade to Kate as his best friend and emphasized that he should always be allowed to come around without prior invitation. So Jack wasn't too surprised to see him come in without his notifications, he was only concerned with the timing.As Blade walked in, he observed the office hum with activity, noticing Jack was professionally and diligently working on a diverse client's account. Blade was admiring the decorative wall portraits like he was just seeing them for the first time.“Boss of all bosses,” Blade teased lightly.“You never go out of style with coming up with those hyping words of yours,” Jack said. “Please, have a seat, Blade.”“Thanks, boss,” he replied and sat down as he removed his black shades and placed them on the table.“So, to what do I owe this unusual visit?”“You call it usual?” He smirked at the thought
Jack parked the car in the garage and walked straight inside the mansion.His stomach churned with anxiety as he couldn't wait for what the findings would be, even though he knew Blade would always deliver swiftly whenever it came to spying.“Hey, man,” he called to Blade as he walked in.Before Blade could respond, one of the housekeepers got close enough to take out his briefcase. “Welcome, sir,” Jack already knew why he came around. So, he removed the jacket of his well-tailored gray suit and handed it to him along with his briefcase.He walked to his room, and Blade trailed right behind him.As soon as they entered Jack’s room, “Welcome, boss. But you got back a few minutes earlier than I expected,” Blade said, facing him, and went on to ask, “How was work today?”“It was fine. Please, let's get down to business. What and what did you come up with concerning the finding?” He questioned Blade and made himself comfortable as he sat down on the bed.“Hmmm,” Blade sighed in resignatio
“Yes, boss. You demanded my presence,” a man dressed in a well-tailored suit said as he walked into Mr. Andrew’s office. He looked like he was born to kill—huge, steely face and unsmiling. He bowed his head in a gesture of respect and submission.“Yes, I did. I sent for you to know the reply you got from the agent of Jackal and Co. Enterprise.”“Yeah. The agent said he would rather not get us registered with their firm.”“Did you try to find out what their reason was from him?”“He only said they had enough they could take at a time to enable them to deliver to their clients.”“It's okay, that's no big deal. We can continue with Jones and Co. Enterprise. I only thought it was the best idea to join the trending accounting firm so we can follow the moving train.” The spark of hope ignited amidst the despair, offering a glimpse of positivity. “You can get back to duty.”“Okay, boss,” he said and left. Being Mr. Andrew’s personal assistant, Scott has always been faithful to Mr. Andrew. H
“Hello boss,” Blade spoke with Jack over the phone. “I just hung up with the lawyer, and he said we lost the case.” Blade would have waited to let him know when he got back, but since Jack almost blew up his phone with calls at intervals to know the outcome of the case, he decided to inform him. Besides, it was just two hours from the usual time he gets back home.Before Blade could say anything else, Jack snarled, “I feel disappointed. Come take me out of here. I am done for today,” and she ended the call.Blade arrived at the building a few moments later and pulled up with the Royce Rolls at the enterprise garage. He entered Jack's office, who was looking furious, and helped him with his briefcase.There were none of those pleasantries, as Blade noticed Jack wasn't desiring them.In a daze, Jack shut down the computer screen on his table. Rising to his feet, he straightened his inner shirt and suit. Then Blade handed him a wet tissue. Jack couldn't understand his intentions for abru
“I don't think they want something from you,” Scott explained.“Why do you think so? Nobody will intentionally work against someone or try to spy on them without wanting something. There is always a price,” Mr. Andrew retorted.“It's a big name, so I wonder what they want from us,” Scott replied.“You are beginning to speak in a way I can't relate to. Who are they, and what makes you think they don't have a price?” Mr. Andrew was beginning to lose his patience.Scott noticed the slightly fierce look on his boss' face as his jaw tightened. He decided to go straight to the point without pressing further with whatever he had to say. “You won't believe that it's Jackal and Co. Enterprise that filed us in court.”Mr. Andrew’s mouth went agape in shock. Of all things in this world, the least was for Jackal and Co. Limited to be behind filed in court.“How! What business do they have with us?” The fear of the unknown loomed large on Mr. Andrew, casting a long shadow over his potential securi
To keep their profile low, Jack and Blade had decided to see the man from the opposition party out. None of those politicians could be trusted; besides, they are full of game schemes.As soon as they approached the exclusive lounge, Blade spotted the man with the description he gave them.They walked to the man’s direction, “Hello, sir. I hope we didn't keep you waiting,” Blade said, offering a hand for a shake.“Not at all,” he replied. “I guess you are Blade?” he asked, returning the handshake.Aside from the fact that Blade was the one to reach out to him, he could guess that he was the one with the way Blade had looked like a detective and Jack looked more like a gentle guy.“Sure, I am. Thank you.” The man turned slightly to Jack and said, “And you?”Being so observant, Jack recognized him at first glance as Mr. Owen. His eyes widened in shock as he remembered who he was.“I am Jack,” he muttered, still astonished by the sight of the man standing before him.The way Jack stared
Mr. Andrew paced back and forth in his house.Scott walked in with a depressed face. A pang of regret pierced his heart as he realized the consequences of the present situation.“I apologize for the way everything turned out in court today. I least expected it would go that way,” Scott pleaded, taking the blame for giving Mr. Andrew his words a few days ago. But his apology felt hollow, the words ringing false, leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth.“You don't need to apologize, you fool,” Mr. Andrew said curtly, the sarcasm dripping from his voice like honey. “I thought you said you had everything under control? You made me trust your intuition, and now look at how it flopped,” he added, not sparing a glance. “Even the contact you said you would get, Up to now, I haven't heard or seen anything. You are beginning to be relaxed and incompetent.”Mr. Andrew's eyes darted nervously to Scott, who was now cold. His silence spoke volumes; a complex tapestry of regrets ran through him. H
Blade grinned, “Are you heading out?” he asked, appraising Jack’s appearance.“Yeah, I am. I forgot to tell you, I have a business event to attend.” Jack replied.“Ok, that's alright. Will you need my company, boss?”“Not at all. It's just to sit and listen, maybe contribute, and I'll be back before you know it.”“That's fine. Do take care of yourself. I always have your back.”“Thanks,” Jack said, and he got into his Rolls-Royce and zoomed off.The next thing, he was in an opulent and modern building. The penthouse overlooks a glittering cityscape. He walked in and had himself sit around one of the round tables.The meeting was quite interesting, as he was taking notes on some things with his notepad. It was a one-hour and thirty-minute meeting.Immediately after the meeting, Jack quickly snuck out his phone and started to get engrossed with it, but a voice snapped him back to the present.“Jack Ford, right?” A charming young man smiled at Jack, and Jack’s brows shot up, trying to di