2024-11-21 19:21:14She realized that they were business proposals, love letters and appreciation letters from prestigious individuals in the country.
She looked at names on the letters carefully Princess Maria of Massachusetts. Avalora Hearthway, the current president of Newark Industries. Flora James. Zara Madonna. Kelly Sutton Johnny Deep Her anger grew with each letter. These were names she knew too well. They were all important figures and find it hard to believe they could write to Anderson. Her anger got the best of her and she ripped the crest off one of the envelopes. She unfolded the thick, cream-colored paper inside and froze as her eyes scanned the elegant handwriting. The words were short, precise, and devastating. To Mr. Anderson Denfield, This is a reminder of your upcoming transfer of $10 million to the orphanage project in Bedford City, as per your monthly commitment. Your generosity continues to inspire. Her fingers trembled as she moved to the next envelope, unable to stop herself. This one was marked from a law firm. Dear Mr. Denfield, We are pleased to confirm the successful acquisition of the Solaris Tower. Your decisive actions have once again demonstrated your unmatched decisiveness. The property now falls under Megafield Corporation’s assets. Ashley’s breathing quickened. To Mr. Anderson Denfield, We are pleased to confirm the disbursement of funds for the completion of Phase III of the Bedford City Orphanage renovation project. Your contributions continue to impact lives positively. We await your instructions for the upcoming education initiative. Her hands paused mid-motion, the paper trembling slightly between her fingers. She opened another envelope, this time with a different crest embossed at the top. Dear Mr. Denfield, Your recent acquisition of the Bedford Estate Towers has been finalized. Congratulations on securing such a lucrative asset. Your leadership and vision are unmatched in this industry. The pile of envelopes seemed endless, each carrying more weight than the last. Some spoke of charitable donations, others of massive business deals, some were marriage proposals from top individuals in the county. Ashley’s jaw tightened as she crumpled the letter in her hand. This has to be fake, she thought, glaring down at the envelopes. Anderson must have planted this here to mess with my head. He probably forged these to make himself look important. She stood, pacing the room, her mind racing. “How pathetic can you get, Anderson?” she muttered under her breath.Yet her hands trembled as she reached for another letter, tearing it open with more aggression. This one contained a bank statement—massive transfers labeled under "Megafield Corporate Investments." Ashley scoffed. "Yeah, right. Like you’d ever have access to that kind of money," she said aloud. Still, a small voice in her mind whispered doubts. What if it’s real? “No!” she snapped at herself. “This is just another one of his stunts. He’s always been desperate for my attention.” Ashley’s jaw clenched as her initial disbelief warred with a creeping sense of doubt. She opened yet another envelope. This one contained a receipt for a $1.5 million donation to Bedford General Hospital, listing Anderson’s name as the benefactor. “ Rubbish!! ” she tore the letter into shambles, while shaking her head. These must be fake. Anderson couldn’t possibly...” she trailed off, staring at the stack of envelopes. Her mind raced with possibilities. He planted these here on purpose. He wants me to think he’s some big shot. Her anger flared at the thought. “ So embarrassing, ” she muttered through gritted teeth. “He forged all of this just to make himself look big! ” Frustrated, she grabbed her phone and dialed Alex. He picked up after the second ring. “Hey, babe,” Alex said, his tone smooth and confident. “Alex, I found something weird,” Ashley started, trying to keep her voice steady. “What is it?” “It’s Anderson. He must have left some of his stuff behind in my closet. Letters, bank statements, you know... all this fake proof trying to make it look like he owns Megafield. Hahaha ha” She laughed bitterly. “Can you believe that?” Alex paused, his voice dropping. “Wait, what kind of letters? Did they have the Megafield crest or something?” “Yes! But it’s obviously fake,” she said dismissively. Alex hesitated. “Ashley, you didn’t let him mess with your head, did you? I mean, the guy is desperate, but forging documents that look legit? That’s... intense.” “Exactly!” Ashley said, feeling validated. “He’s pathetic.” “Tell you what,” Alex said, his voice steady. “just shuffle them into the trash can. You know how desperate he can get." " I'll do now, babe and thanks for showing up today, you made my day" " Something I'll love to do over and over again. Good night, love. " He said making her giggle. " Good night, babe. Missing you already. " " Me too, byee" As she ended the call, Ashley turned back to the scattered envelopes on the floor. Her anger surged, but a small sliver of doubt lingered. What if I’ve been wrong about him? She pushed the thought aside. “No,” she said to herself firmly. “This is just another one of his pathetic games and I refuse to fall for it!” Ashley glared at the scattered envelopes as if they had personally insulted her. Her anger increased each second. “This is ridiculous!” she spat, going on her knees to gather them up in a series of jerky movements. One by one, she shoved the envelopes back together into a messy pile. How dare Anderson leave this nonsense behind? Trying to play mind games with me? So cheap of him to do! Once she’d gathered every last piece, she stormed out of the room and made her way to the kitchen. She yanked open the trash can lid and hurled the entire stack inside with such force the bin nearly toppled over. “There,” she muttered, her voice laced with venom. “Where you belong.” For a moment, she stood there, staring at the trash as if daring the letters to crawl back out and haunt her. But even as she walked away, a small voice in her head whispered, What if? But she shook her head, forcing herself not to think such nonsense
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The next morning was a Tuesday and Anderson smiled as he dressed himself up in a white shirt and designer jeans. He had spent the night at his father's mansion for easy convenience for their meeting.He checked his wrist watch and knew his father would be up by now.He had decided to use the project to keep himself busy while in town. It has been an easy cake convincing the investors to approve the expansion and acquisition projects and now the only thing left is his father approval. He knew his father too well — a man who doesn't like to do things without clear reason.His phone beeped and he picked it.It was from Eduardo.*** Good morning lad. hope you had a fun time with the ladies.Your old man is up.Tell me how it goes when you are done.See you soon. ****Anderson smiled at the thought of the 'ladies' Eduardo mentioned—ones he had promptly sent away the night before.He suddenly remembered Eduardo's words" All work no play makes Jack a dull boy... Don't be like Jack, An
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The plump maid carefully set the first bottle on the table and uncapped it. The old man glanced at the bottle for a moment before taking it from the maid’s hand. He gave it a brief shake, then placed it on the table in front of him. The drugs seemed a bit too excessive for consumption to Anderson but he chose to keep quiet. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, son,” Mr. Denfield said quietly, “but these are just part of my life. One must adapt, just as one adapts to running a company" Anderson smiled back, waiting for him to finish. The maid poured the water into the glass and passed it to Mr. Denfield, who took it without a word. Anderson watched, trying to hide his concern. “Dad…” Anderson began. " I'm sure Eduardo filled you in on the reason why I'm here. I came for the approval. I’ve got investors waiting, and this project can’t move forward without your word.” " Hmm, " Mr. Denfield paused for a moment. “You don’t think I know that, son?” he murmured, pouring the pill int
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Anderson turned reluctantly, plastering a polite smile on his face. His grandmother, Eleanor Denfield, swept into the room with the energy of someone half her age, her floral dress swishing around her. Despite her petite frame, her presence filled the room. “Grandma,” Anderson said, stepping forward to meet her halfway. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”“Clearly,” Eleanor said with a knowing smirk, pulling him into a tight embrace. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, haven’t you? Naughty boy. ”Anderson chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to his father, who was still seated with an amused expression. “I’ve been busy, Grandma. You know how it is.”“Busy, my foot,” Eleanor scoffed, releasing him and holding him at arm’s length to inspect him. “You look thin. Are you eating properly? And why haven’t you called your grandmother to say hello?”“Grandma, I’m fine,” Anderson assured her, shifting uncomfortably around her “I’ve just had a lot on my plate lately.”Eleanor’s sharp eyes narrowed. “
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“I don’t know what you’re implying, Alex,” Raymond said slowly. “But I can’t contradict decisions made at the highest level. If the detectives have evidence against you, it’s not my place to intervene.”Alex smiled, a slow, deliberate grin that crept across his face as he rolled his fingers over the small round clock on Raymond’s desk. The ticking filled the silence, an odd contrast to the tension that thickened the air. The room felt still, all eyes on him—Jenna, the detectives, even Raymond—all waiting for the next move.Raymond didn’t flinch. He remained seated, his gaze steady on Alex, but his irritation was growing. He didn’t quite understand what Alex was doing, but he knew it wasn’t good.The seconds ticked by. The air grew heavier. Alex wasn’t in any rush, as though he knew something the rest didn’t. He was letting the silence stretch, turning it into a kind of pressure that only he seemed to control.Raymond sighed, shifting in his seat. His patience was starting to wear thin
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Alex smiled and rose from his seat, as if enjoying the whole scenario." I think I'll take my leave now" he said extending his hand for a handshake but since Raymond was not responding.He shrugged, and dusted his wrinkled shirt."Have a nice day, Raymond. "I’ll be expecting the contract details in my email soon." He smiled widly and walked out, as if he were walking away from a simple transaction—nothing more.They all watched the door close behind them. It was at that point the silence in the room became so obvious. The female detective among them, Kyla, couldn’t hold back her anger any longer and walked forward, facing Raymond. "What just happened?"Raymond didn’t look at her. He barely even acknowledged her presence as he swiped a hand over his computer. "The case is closed. Head back to your districts."Kyla’s face twisted in disbelief, her lips curling into a snarl. "You can’t be serious," Raymond closed his laptop and stared at her face." We are done here. Jenna, you can
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But Noelstein didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to the other board members. “Let’s end this meeting for now. Anderson and I have more to discuss—privately.”The board members shuffled out, leaving Anderson alone with Noelstein.“do you care to explain why I found these missing funds in your Megafield financial reports?” Sir Noelstein said, bringing out a folder under his table and handing it to him.Anderson opened the folder, scanning its contents. Confusion was on his face as he absorbed the numbers.Anderson was surprised This was not clearly what he expected.The reports was riddled with huge funds being moved out with no destination.It was as if it never happened and his stomach burned with the realization that this might be true. “This is fabricated.”“Fabricated?!” sir Neolstein replied. “You think I’d risk pulling my funding on rumors?”Anderson observed the files again.There was no traces of where the funds disappeared into." I have been tracking this for the past three
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The man looked at Eduardo, then glanced at Eduardo. " I'll take my leave now, we'll talk on the phone" he said and walked past Anderson without saying a word. Anderson moved closer to Eduardo. " What in the world is he doing here! Huh?! " Eduardo quietly got up from his seat and stared at Anderson in a calm manner. " Look, Anderson. Clarke is the only one I trust now. We need someone no one in the board is affiliated with. Anderson's face squeezed into that of confusion. " Do you understand the rubbish you are saying? He's a bloody criminal! He's no different from them. "" I understand your concern but he's a changed person now, he's offering to help us fish out the bad eggs in the board if we allow him back. "" What?" You plan to bring him back into the board!! " Just see what I'm trying to see here, Anderson. Let's put past grudges aside for the better good. " " He can be my personal assistant, tracking records and overseeing records with me. That way, nothing can get p
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The man looked at Eduardo, then glanced at Eduardo. " I'll take my leave now, we'll talk on the phone" he said and walked past Anderson without saying a word. Anderson moved closer to Eduardo. " What in the world is he doing here! Huh?! " Eduardo quietly got up from his seat and stared at Anderson in a calm manner. " Look, Anderson. Clarke is the only one I trust now. We need someone no one in the board is affiliated with. Anderson's face squeezed into that of confusion. " Do you understand the rubbish you are saying? He's a bloody criminal! He's no different from them. "" I understand your concern but he's a changed person now, he's offering to help us fish out the bad eggs in the board if we allow him back. "" What?" You plan to bring him back into the board!! " Just see what I'm trying to see here, Anderson. Let's put past grudges aside for the better good. " " He can be my personal assistant, tracking records and overseeing records with me. That way, nothing can get p
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Nana watched him leave.She couldn't believe he was really leaving when she had a lot to tell him. "Daniela, why didn't you let him know you were coming, you could have avoided this. " Casanova asked while she walked to the fridge and placed a popcorn bowl on Diana's laps.She was surprised she still remembered it was her favourite "What do you mean? You know he won’t let me come if he knows. This is the only way I can get him." She answered and casanova chuckled."I think I have to knock some senses into his head when next I see him " she said, picking the popcorn into her mouth.Casanova smiled." Nana," she called making her look her way." Hm, "I heard you finished your medical training few weeks ago. You’re amazing, girl. The chairman kept boasting of you everywhere we went."" Haha," Nana chuckled loudly. "Thanks," she blushed.Casanova’s smile grew wider. "You’ve got brains and the chairman knows it too."She shook her head slightly, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "I’m jus
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Alex smiled and rose from his seat, as if enjoying the whole scenario." I think I'll take my leave now" he said extending his hand for a handshake but since Raymond was not responding.He shrugged, and dusted his wrinkled shirt."Have a nice day, Raymond. "I’ll be expecting the contract details in my email soon." He smiled widly and walked out, as if he were walking away from a simple transaction—nothing more.They all watched the door close behind them. It was at that point the silence in the room became so obvious. The female detective among them, Kyla, couldn’t hold back her anger any longer and walked forward, facing Raymond. "What just happened?"Raymond didn’t look at her. He barely even acknowledged her presence as he swiped a hand over his computer. "The case is closed. Head back to your districts."Kyla’s face twisted in disbelief, her lips curling into a snarl. "You can’t be serious," Raymond closed his laptop and stared at her face." We are done here. Jenna, you can
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Anderson turned reluctantly, plastering a polite smile on his face. His grandmother, Eleanor Denfield, swept into the room with the energy of someone half her age, her floral dress swishing around her. Despite her petite frame, her presence filled the room. “Grandma,” Anderson said, stepping forward to meet her halfway. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”“Clearly,” Eleanor said with a knowing smirk, pulling him into a tight embrace. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, haven’t you? Naughty boy. ”Anderson chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to his father, who was still seated with an amused expression. “I’ve been busy, Grandma. You know how it is.”“Busy, my foot,” Eleanor scoffed, releasing him and holding him at arm’s length to inspect him. “You look thin. Are you eating properly? And why haven’t you called your grandmother to say hello?”“Grandma, I’m fine,” Anderson assured her, shifting uncomfortably around her “I’ve just had a lot on my plate lately.”Eleanor’s sharp eyes narrowed. “
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She realized that they were business proposals, love letters and appreciation letters from prestigious individuals in the country.She looked at names on the letters carefullyPrincess Maria of Massachusetts.Avalora Hearthway, the current president of Newark Industries.Flora James.Zara Madonna.Kelly Sutton Johnny DeepHer anger grew with each letter.These were names she knew too well.They were all important figures and find it hard to believe they could write to Anderson.Her anger got the best of her and she ripped the crest off one of the envelopes. She unfolded the thick, cream-colored paper inside and froze as her eyes scanned the elegant handwriting.The words were short, precise, and devastating.To Mr. Anderson Denfield,This is a reminder of your upcoming transfer of $10 million to the orphanage project in Bedford City, as per your monthly commitment. Your generosity continues to inspire.Her fingers trembled as she moved to the next envelope, unable to stop herself. T
