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
Blade drove to Jackal and Co. Enterprise to see his boss, Jack, to give him some reports on Remy’s latest update.He couldn't have waited until Jack got home, as he was so excited that Remy finally gets public debunks for his genius inventions to make him a public laughing stock.As soon as he got to the reception, he was referred to Jack's secretary, Kate, as usual. “Hello,” Blade greeted.“Welcome, sir. I assume you came to see Mr. Jack,” Kate said with broad smiles.“Yes.”“Ok, he is free now. You can go see him in his office.”“That's Okay.” Before Blade could exit there, Kate said it in a warm and friendly tone. “Your outfit looks good, and I can perceive a nice fragrance,” she added.Blade almost blushed; he didn't know a woman could actually compliment a man in such a manner.“Thanks, my dear. You look great too,” he said to her and found his way to see his face.He walked straight to Jack’s office and made himself comfortable. He had already told Jack he was coming, so he had
“I was a little bit nervous when I got your call after work yesterday, stating I should come to the house for a little get-together,” Jasmine, who was seated on a round table in Jack’s private lounge with Jack and Blade, giggled as she spoke to Jack.“Why?” Jack asked curiously.“Let's say I didn't expect you to do that. You have laid this rule of, aside from work there is no other thing one could discuss with you, and I kept my cool.” She sounded firm yet with the most polite voice one could think of. “Blade can testify to what I just said. Or am I lying, Blade?” she said as she turned to Blade. But Blade gave her that ‘don't put me into what I don't know’ gesture.“Not that. I have been busy with plenty of things. With time, you will get to see how jovial I can be,” Jack insisted.“So, you mean if I were your girlfriend, this is what you would say to me, that you are busy?” She teased, but Jack decided to go with the flow.“Not at all. Since you are not my girlfriend, let's not assu
“Hello, Mr. Jack. I am on my way to the enterprise.” The pleasant voice of Jasmine came through Jack's phone speaker.“Ok, then, keep coming. I am just going in for a brief meeting with my staff, which will last for just thirty minutes. I just want to notify them of things that will take effect next month,” Jack disclosed.“It's fine, once I get there. I will wait at the reception until you are done.”“That is very thoughtful of you,” Jack responded, ending the call.After the morning meeting, Jack arrived at his office and called his secretary, Kate, to let Jasmine into his office.“Sorry for keeping you waiting a little longer.” Jack, who was focused on the document he was already working on, apologized as Jasmine walked.“It's okay. Besides, you explained it to me earlier before I got here,” she said. “If I may ask, what is your secretary's name?”“Her name is Kate,” Jack chuckled. “Why do you care to know?”“I don't know, but I have some ill feelings about her.”Jack was beginning
“You kept me here for almost 2 hours. I waited because I knew the importance of the information that kept me here. If not, I would have gone a long time ago,” Josh queried.“You know, I have other jobs to deliver, so I rarely have time to see my clients during the day,” Mr. Miller explained.“We would have discussed it over the phone then if you were that busy.”“For some reason, I don't take calls to deliver information.” Mr Miller said.“It's fine. So how did it go?” Josh asked as curiosity crept through his face.“Everything is in place. He will pay the money to the offshore account tomorrow.”“Good job. You will get your balance once I get home,” Josh assured him.“Noted then. I need to go back, it's very late.” Mr. Miller said, leaving the exclusive restaurant.********Jack was in his study room, poring over tax regulations and depreciation schedules, at 11 p.m. He had observed the loophole exploited and used to infiltrate the ledger. He had left the office and got home, about
“Good morning, sir,” Jack said as he gestured to Mr. Miller and Mr. Morton as they walked into his office.The comfortable look on Jack’s face was questionable, but they ignored it. They needed to compose themselves as much as they could to discuss what brought them.“We had a deal yesterday, so we are here to conclude the deal.” Mr. Miller declared.“I can recall vividly,” Jack replied confidently.“Here are the account details; you can transfer the amount at once.”“I will, but can you take a look at this?” Jack said, rotating to their view the tax records he had compiled, which were placed on the table.Mr. Miller, not sparing a single look at the documents, popped up in anger and frustration.“What nonsense. Where did you get this crab, and do you expect us to buy it? No, we won't,” he said with so much anger in his heart. The last thing he expected was for Jack to come up with something to salvage the situation. He had already given his words to Josh and wouldn't like to take the