Brian looked up at Jackson, he was in disbelief and in shock, and so was Rebecca how mouth was left upon. “Blake!”, Brian exclaimed. “YOU punched me? You?”. “Yeah, you should keep your hands to yourself”, Jackson said. The thing that both Rebecca and Jackson didn’t know was that the hand Jackson had used to punch Brian was seriously hurting, he didn’t say anything about it and tried to keep a straight face.If it didn’t it would ruin the current mood, and he would stop looking cool around Rebecca. Blake got up from the floor. “Well I’ll be damned you got some balls after all”, Brian said. “What’s up with you Bro? When you insulted me in the funeral I kinda understood, after all, It was your parent’s funeral, but laughing at my dad’s face when he brought you a deal of a lifetime, and punching me for this overpaid bitch”.“You ain’t acting like yourself at all”. Jackson said nothing. He didn’t know what to say, all he could think about was how he felt. Disgust. He felt disgusted just lo
Rebecca was still in the office when Jackson, who she thought was Blake, had chosen to leave. She wasn’t sure where he was going, nor did she care. But she had to admit his actions did leave her curious. What would Blake do If he was kicked out of the company? She had often hoped for the day when something like this would happen to him. She imagined it so many times it had become her favorite fantasy. She thought Blake would cry and moan after it had happened, and she would get to flip him off as he got escorted out of the company building.Now that it was about to happen, Rebeccas didn’t feel any of the glee she thought for sure she would have. How Strange. She didn’t stop hating Balke or even considered forgiving him for everything he had done to her. NO. HELL NO!It was just that his actions had left her a bit puzzled. “Ahhh why am I still thinking about that bastard," Rebecca said. “Sure he didn’t do what I expected him to do but that doesn’t mean he’s a changed person”.“It’s an
Ms Belleford was right on the money. Jackson had come to her in order to persuade her to not just vote for him to remain CEO but aslo for most of the board members to vote with her as well.According to Adrian, she had that much power and his information had never failed him before so he would trust it.“Yes, yes it is”, Jackson answered. “I was hoping you would be inclined to vote for me to remain the CEO”.“Honest and Straightforward, I like that”, Ms. BelleFord said. “Before we continue allow me to properly apologise to you”, Ms Belleford said. “Apologise for what exactly?”, Jackson asked. “For not offering my condolences about your parents’ death until now, you may not have noticed but I was out of the country during your parents’ funeral, so I haven’t had time to tell you how sorry I am about your loss”, Ms. Belleford.“Oh thank you”, Jackson said. He tried to pull up a sad face but had no idea if he was doing it right. How do you fake grieve? Jackson wasn’t quite sure, he had n
Jackson thought over the two choices given to him by Adrian. Wilma BelleFord was the more favorable choice out of the two. He had never met her but according to Adrian, she was close to the late Daniel Starkwood.The other option was Justin Chan, he was a mystery to Jackson as Adrian only knew what he did which was handle the exportation business of the Starkwood sports cars to other countries.“I should try talking to Mrs BelleFord first. She seems like the type to listen to me”, Jackson said. “Actually young mister, it’s Ms. BelleFord”, Adrian corrected him. “The woman’s never been married. Her stubborn attitude would scare any man she ever met”. Adrian’s face went a little pale when mentioning this.“Have you met her before”, Jackson asked. “I have”, Adrain said. “During private meetings she had with your father they were quite close in fact she might’ve been the closest thing your father had to a friend”.The choice just became easier. Jackson would meet with Ms. BelleFord as qui
In a room there seated about thirteen people around a glass round table. They were all well dressed, nine men in expensive-looking suits and four women in suit jackets and pencil skirts.Among these well-dressed individuals was Jackson, wearing a blue suit. He looked nervous. He WAS nervous, this meeting would determine If he would remain the CEO of Starkwood Motors.Getting up from a seat was Logan Weston. “Good day Members of the board”, Mr Weston said addressing all of them and giving a glare to Jackson. “I would like for us all to call a vote, not only to remove Blake Starkwood as the CEO of this company but to cut all ties with him”.“Time and time again he has proven not to care about the works of this company, he has no experience with business and he has an irresponsible nature that will no doubt bring us ruin if he remains as the CEO”.“I on the other hand I’m a well-experienced businessman, have been with this company for over a decade, and I am loyal to you all. It seems ra
Jackson was in deep thought after Mr Weston had left his office. Should he care that he was going to get kicked out of the company? What would happen then, would he lose everything, or would he be allowed to keep the Starkwood’s fortune?He had only been Blake Starkwood for more than a month, he hadn’t truly experienced what it could do for him. If he was no longer the CEO, would that squash his dreams or would it not matter at all?.While he was deep in thought unbeknownst to him Rebecca had heard the entire conversation with him and Mr Weston. She heard Mr. Weston trying to persuade him to give control over the company, Jackson laughing at him, and Mr Weston declaring to take his job as the CEO.It was both entertaining and surprising to Rebecca. She initially thought Jackson was playing hard to get about the deal Mr Weston had brought him but that didn’t seem to be the case.“Wow, not how I expected the meeting to go, I’m glad I listened in”, Rebecca said. It seemed like Jackson
Jackson went to Starkwood Motors headquarters after his conversation with Adrian. The last time he had visited the building, he did so in a Chevy Camaro, but now he decided to go in a sports car made by Starkwood’s, in fact.It was gray in color, gleaming under the sunlight. It had a sleek body exuding power. The front had a wide black grille and sharp, bright headlights. Its interior had comfortable leather seats and a modern dashboard with a big touchscreen.The steering wheel and the back had the Starkwood Motors logo embedded into it. The design was a combination of sporty and elegant, easy for anyone to appreciate.This was the Starkwood Phantom sports car, its latest model. It wasn’t even in the market yet, but of course, Jackson, acting as the CEO of Starkwood Motors, would have no difficulty in getting access to one.Jackson had always heard how Starkwood Motors made the best sports cars in the world, and now he was driving one. It was the first sports car he had ever used, so
‘Ten … million … dollars'’ Jackson thought to himself. An amount that most would work their entire lives and wouldn’t come close to making, and he spent it all in one drunken night what an idiot he was. Jackson kept staring at the receipt it seemed he had bought the club in his drunken state. ‘I was in No condition to buy anything, I could sue the sellers for this but then I’d have to court and It would become a big deal but It’s ten million dollars I have to fight for it’.“I must say young master when you were given your platinum card I expected you to go with spending but not this. It seemed I underestimated you” Adrian said with a soft smile.As to what Adrian meant it was the Platinum card Jackson was given access to sometime after the Funeral. The card has access to a lot of the Starkwood's, not all of it of course. There would be spare money all over but it was safe to say that access to tens of millions if not hundreds of millions which Jackson could use at any time.Jac
Entering the club it was illuminated with several different colors of light flashing and spiraling around everywhere. There was music playing quite loudly so much that Jackson couldn’t hear his own thoughts If I didn’t try hard enough. It was also filled with people, not just more men than women, and the women were quite a sight. If Jackson had to guess none were above thirty and were all fit and good-looking. The same couldn’t be said for the men though, from young adults to those who looked to be in their mid-thirties was there. There must be certain criteria for people who can enter here I wonder which one I fall under rich or young. Probably both ’. Walking around he wondered what to do, dance if he did who would he dance with himself? That would just be Awkward.Suddenly he felt a hand touching his shoulder. “You made it bro so glad you could come”, looking behind him which was where he came from he saw the one who was touching his soldier was Brian Weston. ‘No no no. What is