“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
Blade sat beside Jack on the long couch in the lounge, where they usually come to rest. A deep frown etched lines on Blade’s face.“I must say, sir,” he began, his voice a low rumble, "this news about the cloud technology investment you signed up for… It's having a big effect on me. How did you just invest in him without proper investigation? I mean, who does that, boss?”Jack let out a concerned sigh, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “I know, Blade. It's written all over your face, but I think he can be trusted with his services.” Jack said sharply, and Blade’s eyes turned to him, but he continued. “It does sound a bit sudden, doesn't it?”“Sudden? Sir, you met this fellow, Mr. Remy, like you referred to him only today at the business meeting. Discussing a multi-million dollar investment in some cloud technology… It doesn't sit well with me.”Jack winced at Blade's blunt honesty. “He seemed genuine, Blade. Passionate about his technology and promising returns. Aside from that
Jack, tastefully dressed with a hint of his quirky personality, sits across the executive chair in his office, while Remy, impeccably dressed, leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers.“So, Remy, your cloud technology seems so impressive. I went through it and noticed the complete data security and increased processing power. It's quite a package,” Jack remarks.“Indeed, Jack. We pride ourselves on being at the forefront of technological innovation, and I know your firm, with its reputation for excellence, would be a perfect fit,” Remy says with a smirked face. “And that was why I reached out to you. When quality jams its value,” he quipped.“Of course, I can imagine that,” Jack says, swirling his wine in the glass. “Remy, this partnership has the potential to be quite lucrative. However, I'm concerned about the long-term implications. What happens to our data after it's migrated to your cloud?”Remy takes a bite of his steak, served with a glass of wine. “Ah, data ownership! A
“You won't believe it,” Blade whispered, his voice barely a hiss. He moved closer to his boss, Jack, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and dawning horror.Jack raised an eyebrow with a curious expression. “What is that?”“Mr. Andrew actually sent Remy,” Blade replied, his voice shaking slightly. The weight of the revelation settled on him, heavy and suffocating.Jack’s eyes widened in surprise and for a minute, he couldn't say a word.But after a while, he spoke up “Mr. Owen's warning about dining with the devil suddenly feels very real, doesn't it?” He said, a hint of apprehension creeping into his voice as he was lost in thought. Jack nodded grimly. “We should be more careful,” he confessed. The earlier excitement of the potential deal was replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. He recalled Mr. Owen's sage advice, delivered with a knowing smile just days prior: “Someone who dines with Mr Andrew needs a longer spoon.”“Guess what I also found out?” Blade interjected, his voice la