“Mr. Williams just reached me now. He complained that some stronger hand had countered his influence on the media, and everything halted. He said there is no clear motive for what this anonymous person is about to do,” Mr. Andrew narrated as soon as he saw Scott enter the house.Scott, who was just getting back from work, met his boss in the sitting room, who got back two hours before he did. “That is so serious,” Scott replied.“It may not be as serious as we think. Besides, he said he was trying to put everything back in check.”“I sincerely hope he does.” Scott shrugged.“To think of it, what about the person you said is a cyber expert, blah blah blah?” Mr. Andrew inquired.Scott twisted his face a little. “Well, I tried to reach him to know what's up, but I can't even connect to him. I don't know where he stays, so I can go meet him to know why his number isn't reachable.”“What sort of story is that, Scott? Does anyone who is into this kind of business fail to do what he is supp
“Good morning, Daddy,” Nancy walked in as she greeted her father, who was seated in his executive seat at his office.“Good morning, my baby girl. Have a seat, please,” Mr. Andrew said sweetly as he ushered her into a seat.“Thank you, sir. Scott must have told you that I was here yesterday evening, but you were already gone.”Mr. Andrew nodded in concordance and then said, “Yes, I can still remember our deal. Let me do the transfer right away.”With that, Mr. Andrew typed on his phone's screen and logged into his personal bank account. When he entered the password and clicked on login, feeling the usual thrills of seeing 8-digit figures balance on the screen, the digit figures kept appearing and disappearing several times, but it finally stabilized.He felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips as he saw the large balance displayed on the screen.He glanced at Nancy and sneered, “You need to call out your account details to me.” Before Nancy could react to that, on a closer lo
Mr. Andrew recklessly paced his office back and forth. He was so restless, thinking about what was left of him. “What will be the company's shareholders' reaction if they get to know that the company is bankrupt?” He only prayed one prayer in his heart, which was, “Whoever was manipulating this shouldn't leak the news on the social media platforms.” He believed he would try to sort it out, maybe before the shareholders finally got to know about it.From the look of how everything was going on and from what Mr. Andrew had explained to the technologist, Ben, before he commenced work, Scott could clearly identify that the company's money was hijacked online.Nancy was just there, sitting like someone who just froze; it was safe to say she didn't know what to think or say.Ben, the head of technology at the company, kept flying his fingers across the keyboard like a concert pianist as it cracked with quiet confidence. Sweat beaded on his forehead even under the cool air conditioner in the
When Mr. Andrew got to the conference room, he noticed that the executive team members, including the senior executives, were present, taking their respective positions. He also cited the corporate secretary and other employees as well.“Secretary, for some reason, the minutes of this meeting won't be taken because…” He paused for a brief moment, then continued, “Let me be more straight; it is a highly confidential discussion, and we should leave it that way. You can only take note of those who attended the meeting, of course, the date, and time, and then the meeting topic. If we finally conclude, please take note of that as well,” he said while looking away from the audience.“Is that clear?” Mr. Andrew asked.“Yes, sir,” the secretary replied with a startled tone, like one who was unconscious.That drew the attention of Mr. Andrew and caused him to take a closer look at the audience and notice that everyone was hooked to their different phones, each of them wearing a frown.“What is
“Young master, have you checked the latest update today?” Blade asked Jack immediately, and he got to his office.“Not yet; I have been busy with ensuring that the financial reports and budgeting of our clients are accurate,” Jack replied nonchalantly as he had his eyes fixed on the computer.“You never get tired of working, even when you can decide not to work for the rest of your life and still have enough to foot your bills and more.”Jack chuckled. “My dear, this is what I enjoy doing, and it is what defines me as well. You know it's not all about the money but the passion.”“There is no doubt in what you just said; I can attest to that anytime,” Blade teased, knowing fully well that one can take accounting from his boss, but you can't take his boss away from accounting. There were no two ways to say that, rather than that he truly enjoys what he does.“Back to what I tried saying earlier on. There is good news, but you have to guess,” Blade said with so much enthusiasm in his voi
Scott had seen Jack leave his boss's office while he was coming in. He almost nudged Jack off, but Jack had escaped the angry breath from him.“What brought Jack here, sir?” Scott asked as he approached close to Mr. Andrew, looking in the direction of the exit.“You could imagine his guts. He said that he wants to invest in my company to get 65% of shares,” Mr. Andrew, who sat on his chair tapping his feet rhythmically in utter despair and anger, replied.“What effrontery! What is giving him such vibes that he has suddenly grown to want to dine with the kings? He has forgotten so soon where he belonged. Or is it because he luckily won some cheap lottery?” Scott was self-convinced that it was the only thing that could have given Jack the money he prided himself on. “I wish to go and teach him a big lesson right now,” Jack added, while his boss still felt like the discussion that ensued between himself and Jack was surreal.“No. Just allow it to slide. I thought of that as well, the mo
A sharp rap on the door startled Mr. Andrew, who was almost lost in thought. That was the second day after the company’s media put up the intention of seeking investors with the public, and yet there was no response. “Come in,” he answered slowly, his voice full of worry.The door creaked open, ushering in two well-dressed men. They exude an air of polished confidence that stands in stark contrast to Mr. Andrew's disheveled state.“Mr. Andrew?” inquired the taller of the two, extending a manicured hand. “I'm Thomas Evans, and this is Michael Lee. We represent Agron Incorporation.”Mr. Andrew shook his hand weakly. “Mr. Evans, Mr. Lee. Please, have a seat.” He gestured towards the exotic leather chairs across from his desk.“Thank you,” said Mr. Evans, taking a seat. Mr. Lee followed suit, his gaze flitting around the furnished office.“We saw your company's statement,” Mr. Evans began, his voice smooth as butter. “We understand that your company is seeking investment opportunities.”M
Scott slightly shuffled into Mr. Andrew’s office after Mr. Andrew permitted him to come in. His tired eyes darted towards Mr. Andrew, who sat perched on the edge of his seat with a triumphant grin written all over his face. Scott also noticed that his boss didn't bother looking up from the document clutched in his hands.“Is everything alright, boss?” Scott inquired, his voice laced with a hint of concern but a gravelly rasp. Just before he left his office less than an hour and thirty minutes ago, Mr. Andrew had complained to him about how he felt bad that no investor had shown up to his company to invest. This has been a rollercoaster for the company, his boss, and himself, and the worry lines etched on Scott's face were significant to that.Mr. Andrew leaned back with a playful glint in his eyes. “Yes,” he began, his voice laced with nervous excitement. “Everything's better than alright, Scott. Much better, in fact.” He gestured toward the two empty chairs in front of him. “Have a s