“Good day, boss,” Kate greeted as soon as she got to his boss's office.Jack, who was busy sorting his bag, responded, “Good day, my dear.”“Sir, it seems you are about to leave,” Kate asked after a short observation from Jack.“As you can see, Or is it not time yet for your boss to leave?” Jack jokingly asked.“Nope, I didn't say so. Just that I felt like from your usual time of you leaving the office, it's like 30 minutes earlier.”“That's funny. Does that mean I have a fixed time to leave work?”“Not at that, boss. The truth is that I haven't seen a boss as punctual as you are. That is why it seems a bit unusual to me.”“Ok, it's alright. I sent for your presence because I wanted to let you know that I was expecting a client from the governor. I don't know if he is still coming, but in case he does, attend to him. Likewise, I will look through the files when I get to work tomorrow.”It was no new thing that the governor sent clients to Jack’s company from time to time after the fir
Scott had accompanied his boss to see his daughter, Nancy, to know how she was coping. But Scott waited in the car on Mr. Andrew’s order, as he wanted to have a private discussion with his daughter. As soon as Mr. Andrew got to her daughter's apartment to see Nancy, she sat down on one side of the sofa with a sour expression on her face. For the past few days, the gap between them has been like a difference between the earth and the sky.With a long face, Nancy said, “Welcome, Dad.” Then she took her face away.“My love, I know you are still mad at me; please forgive me.” Mr. Andrew can never go out of style when it has to do with calling her daughter pet names.Nancy’s eyes lit up instinctively to look at her dad. “Daddy, how you talked to me was not right. You blamed me like I was the cause of our predicament. That was not fair.”“I understand how it made you feel. That is why I have come to say that I am sorry. Let bygones be bygones. I didn't do that intentionally; I let my emotio
As the election approached closely, Mr. Andrew had an engagement with two of the cabals in the Labour Rights Party at one of the exquisite bars’ hotels in town. The men were like the founding fathers of the party, just like godfathers.They have done so much to show him how they run the party to have higher chances of winning. Mr. Andrew was quick in making them his friends, as he doesn't take chances when it comes to mingling himself with men that matter.The three men continued their chats, and their cups of wine were filled once the volume dropped. They prepared to drink themselves to a stupor and then have some women attend to them in their respective rooms after that, as they'd planned to sleep outside for the night. That's what can be done to get what you want.As they drank in the dimly lit room, it pulsed with a life of its own, cloned in a soft illumination that sent different color shades of waves down the walls of the room. A tall man in a brown suit approached the very s
Mr. Andrew had hosted the godfather, who gave him suggestions on what to do regarding the leaked video. It turned out that the plan of engaging a team that subdued the negative reactions from the public worked out. As a result, this switched the narrative, which in turn moved the public’s attention in their favor.The two were seated together, chatting and drinking at Mr. Andrew’s house. The godfather was adorned in a customized Fendi clothing outfit, a Patek Philippe wristwatch, and a diamond necklace, while Mr. Andrew wore Louis Vuitton attire with a gold chain.“I told you it's going to work, and now you can testify to that for yourself,” the godfather bragged.“I must confess, the team achieved impressive results just within a week, and I least expected it. I never believed it when you brought up the idea at first, but I had to give in because I know you are a godfather for a reason,” Mr. Andrew praised him.He did not expect things to go so smoothly and so fast without much skin
“Good day, the people of New York City. Today is the long-awaited day that we will elect the senator, and we have three qualified candidates contesting. Do well to cast your votes online for your most preferred candidate to enable us to choose who emerges as the winner. Voting commences now, from 8 am till 6 pm, and it will be a wrap. So you have 10 hours to decide. Your vote is your voice, and it counts. Good luck and have a nice day,” the newscaster’s voice from the national television reverberated.“Let's have it,” Andrew said excitedly, as his eyes were glued to the television.Scott, Nancy, and the godfather were present to cheer him up, as there was no bargain on his winning.The online voting commenced, and the results were instantly shown on television as the numbers kept reading: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,…In the next 3 hours, it went on reading in favor of Mr. Andrew, and he beamed kindly to everyone in the room. In return, everyone in there was happy for him, as he was enjoying the fe
Mr. Andrew doubled his pacing as he treaded back and forth in the sitting room as if he were desperately searching for something.He brushed his hands through his hair, confused. He had already scheduled a planned public appearance and victory rallies after he must have won, as he had expected to win. But right now, it seems like all the plans have failed.“What the hell is happening? Everything is happening so fast… so fast that I can't even” He continued to mutter bitterly to himself, but he was cut off as his phone rang.Ring! Ring! Ring!He filled his hands into his pants, took the phone, and placed it on his ear. “What is it?” he asked Scott harshly over the phone.“The social media was infiltrated against our favor,” Scott’s calm but hasty voice said from the other side.“How exactly? I thought we had resolved that already.”“Not that. It is a different new video.”“What?” Mr. Andrew asked in shock. “What new video is that?”“Arhhhhhh! This one is unusual; you won't believe it,
Mr. Andrew just got back from the campaign headquarters. The day was the most uneventful for him, as he walked into the house like one who had just escaped death.Immediately after he got to what seemed like the middle of the living room, he screamed out loud in pain, “What!” Mr. Andrew stood still in shock, staring at Scott. “That foolish boy!” He added, rage evident as he scattered the crystal vase with fresh flowers and the sculptured object on the table. He panted heavily with clenched fists. “How dare he?” He seethed.He already called Scott on his way back and narrated to him what had happened at the campaign headquarters.“You don't need to worry about him; he is just a boy like you referred to him, who thinks he is now a big shot,” Scott said as he carefully moved backward a bit. He could still remember vividly how his boss slapped Nancy.In Scott’s mind, ‘if Mr. Andrew could slap Nancy, then who is he?’ Let alone now, he had to face an iceberg of humiliation from the public.
Jack and Blade got back late the previous day from Nick's side. They got delayed at Nick's place because Blade had to wait for his boss to return from the campaign headquarters with Nick. And even after they did, they still had a little time to pop some champagne and all.Due to time, Jasmine had to sleep over at her brother's place as she was so exhausted already, while Jack and Blade found their way back to the house.As soon as they got home, both of them retired to their various rooms and slept straight, without thinking twice. They were exhausted too, just like Jasmine, but they managed to get back home.As the day broke, they had already freshened up and had some time to themselves, respectively, and it was already getting to noon. Just immediately Blade came to meet Jack, the latter dropped the phone he was nonchalantly scanning through on the glass table right in front of him and quickly popped the question he had in mind for the longest time.“How were you able to get the vid