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
“Mr. Andrew must be thinking by now that he has won a jackpot, but he never knew the worst was coming,” Blade teased, chilling with Jack and enjoying a glass of exotic wine at home, of course, at the sit-out.“As it should. Opportunity indeed; how he wished such jackpots were real,” Jack chimed in.Blade had said that nonchalantly; he wasn't expecting an answer from Jack, though.“We will have to keep our ears to the ground to always get the latest. I can't wait for him to come to the reality that he has crumbled for life,” Blade said as he continued to sip from his glass of wine.********Mr. Andrew finally decided to share the latest developments in the company with the senior executives after he signed the documents. He still finds it necessary to bring it to their attention so they can adjust as well.Mr. Andrew, his face creased with a relieved smile, continued to address them in the conference room. “This is a new beginning, everyone. Thanks for your suggestions; I am impressed
Different cardboard boxes were filled with Mr. Andrew’s office's personal belongings—framed photos and other things. He had instructed Scott to come to pick them up with other aids, but Mr. Andrew had to come around to be certain they were doing the right thing.As they moved out with the boxes right before Mr. Andrew, the weight of defeat sat heavy in his chest. His once bustling office is now a scene of quiet desolation. The cabinets that were once filled are now empty, and the office is like a hollow echo. He knew there was no place for him there again.He was so ashamed to formally let his employees know about the latest development, presuming that in no time they would get to know when the news must be out. Mr. Andrew couldn't imagine something could ever make him sell his company; to him, it was as impossible as seeing the sunrise from the west, but this was a decision he had no choice.He wished he had listened to Scott many times before rushing to strike the deal, but that wa
“The fish is finally hooked,” Blade said. “I wonder what he must be up to by now because I know he is always thinking about what to do next.” His heart bubbled with so much excitement.“Very industrious man like him,” Jack chuckled, with a satisfied smile playing on his lips, as he thought the taking over of Mr. Andrew's 'empire' was finally a thing of reality.The news that Agron took over the company is everywhere. In fact, that's the trending news on all the media platforms one could think of.“When will Jasmine be getting the papers used in acquiring the company? I want to see them with my eyes. Just hearing the news isn't enough.” Mockery could be depicted in each of the words Jack said.“Of course, young master. That one is not a problem. You know, she said she was busy for the past two weeks with some formal processing of handing over to our company, and that was why she hasn't been around. We all agreed you wouldn't be visiting the incorporation for that; if not, you would hav