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
“Welcome. How about the task I assigned you?” Jack questioned Blade, who had greeted him as he just stepped into the sitting room. He has been so curious and couldn't wait to know what the outcome of the inquiry he asked him to make was.“Yeah, the wedding is real, likewise like its date and venue. It will be held in a week, just as stated in the paper,” Blade replied quickly, knowing his boss had a lot of interest in what he just probed.Jack cupped his face in his hand. “So it’s real, and that's quite close.” He raised it again and then stood to walk close to the window side, where he always had a better view of the city. “I can't believe she agreed to marry that big-for-nothing fool that almost ruined my career.” On a clearer thought, he said, “They were on it together anyway.” He muttered to himself and then drew in a deep breath. “I want them to pay, but I don't know how. The wedding is so close that I feel so tense and frustrated.”“You shouldn't feel that way, boss,” Blade cuts
Blade drew a deep breath. “He looks so happy for someone who is cheating on his wife,” he said as he looked at Mr. Charles who held hands face to face with Nancy.Blade sat at the far end of the church with Jack, watching as the couples exchanged vows.Great dignitaries in New York City were all there to grace the occasion. It was no new thing because Charles was indeed an influential personality in town, so no one would expect less.“Don't mind the silly idiot. A cheat getting married to a cheat—that was the same way Nancy cheated on me too. Funny enough, still with him. I am not too surprised that they accepted to marry each other so easily,” Jack commented, thankful for the shade he wore, which hid the underlying pain in his eyes. The past six days have been busy; all hands have been on desks as everyone, including Jasmine, has started putting their plans into action: the plan to get Mr. Charles' wife to ruin Nancy’s happy day.“Yeah, I see. They have one thing in common,” Blade re
“How come it resulted in killing Mr. Charles? I don't like the idea of shielding blood, or else it was the last option, but in this case, you and I know that it wasn't,” Jack blurted out to Charles immediately. They just got back home and entered the sitting room. He had only wished for Mr. Charles to get a public disgrace, and never knew everything would turn out the way it did.Blade shook his head and instantly rubbed his temple. “I didn't know either, young master,” Blade replied in all sincerity. “The policemen I had outside were in case it turned out to be an attack on Mrs. Charles; believe me, boss.”Jack was still shocked; it was as if everything just happened instantly. Even though he wanted to make them regret their act, he didn't wish death on either of them.“Mr. Jack,” a third voice called from the doorway as they turned to see. “I saw the news. What happened? How did it happen? I am sure you would defend it, so how come Mr. Charles was shot?” Jasmine butted in, with a r