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
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 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
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
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
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
In the city of New York, there stood a mansion, with enough rooms and land way too much for anyone. The word mansion is used but honestly, it was more of a place containing beautiful gardens, sculptures, and rooms. Anything that looked elegant could be found in this mansion. This was the Starkwood mansion home of the Starkwood family owners Starkwood Motors the world's greatest Manufacturers with over a hundred-year legacy on their shouldersIn one of the rooms was a man in his early twenties, with black hair and dark eyes making the bed that looked to be able to fit twenty people. “Hey Jackson you’re doing It wrong”, a man with blonde hair said standing in the doorway. “How exactly am I doing it wrong Master Blake”, the dark-haired man asked. The blonde man jumped on the bed and started wriggling. “See, there are still a lot of rumbles everywhere, It’s like you’re not even trying, do better or I’m going to ask Father to replace you”, Blake said.The dark-haired man clenched his fis
Jackson kept looking at the mirror and what it was showing him didn’t change. It was Blake's face staring back at him.”What…How..Why do I have Blake’s face?” Jackson thought. The nurse and thought were starting to worry about him, he hadn’t said a word and just kept staring into the mirror. “Mr Starkwood I know you don’t look exactly as you did before, but try to understand this type of surgery is quite complex and we had to use past photos as a reference. In fact, you look younger which is a good thing”, The Doctor said. Jackson turned his gaze to the doctor and the nurse showing a look of horror. “I ..”, Jackson was about to speak but was interrupted by the door sliding open. Coming in was the family butter, he had long grey hair, a full-grown beard, and looked close to the late Daniel Starwood’s age. “We called him during the accident. He's hardly left your side. He stayed here during the entire operation and refused to leave until you had woken up, quite a loyal servant you got