Chapter 8The manager, nervously entered the boss's, Mr Martin office. He could feel his palms sweating as he approached the large desk where Mr Martin, the owner of the bar, sat. Mr Martin was a seasoned businessman, known for his sharp wit and shrewd decision-making skills. The manager knew he had to choose his words carefully."Sir, I have some news that might interest you," the manager began cautiously. Mr Martin glanced up from his paperwork, with his eyes narrowing in curiosity. "WhatDavid?" he asked, "Make it quick."The manager took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Sir, someone wants to buy the bar," he said, his voice barely above a whisper and Mr Martin's eyebrows shot up in surprise."Buy the bar? You must be joking, David," there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "We get inquiries like that almost every year. People are attracted to the prime location, but they always back out once they hear the price."The manager nodded, understanding his boss's skept
The confusion hung in the air like a heavy fog, thickening with each passing moment, as the unexpected dismissal of Daniel unfolded before their eyes. Mr. Martin's voice wavered with genuine concern as he desperately tried to advocate for Daniel's value to the company. "I am sorry, Mr. Ethan. I don't know why you want him gone, but I can assure you he's an asset to the bar," Mr. Martin suggested, his words laced with urgency and a touch of pleading. However, Mr. Ethan's voice, devoid of empathy or understanding, rang out like a sharp whip crack. "I said throw him out." With those chillingly definitive words, he ordered the director, the sense of finality leaving no room for negotiation or discussion. But in that moment of desperation, Daniel crumbled, his once proud stance reduced to quivering knees and hands pressed together in a desperate plea for mercy, hope flickering in his eyes like a dying flame."I am sorry, sir; this is my only source of income," Daniel's voice trembled w
Ready to confirm the authenticity of his real family background, he retrieved his phone and the card Mr. Clinton had given him. But he decided against using it for now, as he thought it wouldn't be the best decision to make at the moment. There were still so many unanswered questions, and he needed to approach the situation with care."I need to go to the hospital and check on my mother," he thought. "And I need to find a house and a car that befits my new status." He felt a surge of energy as he thought about the changes in his life. As he was thinking about his mother, his phone began to ring. He looked at the screen and saw an unknown number. He picked it up, wondering who could be calling him from an unknown number. To his surprise, it was his mother's doctor on the line. His heart pounded in his chest as he answered the call. "Hello?" he said, his voice trembling. "Hello, Mr. Ethan?" the doctor's voice sounded from the other end of the line."Yes, this is Mr. Ethan," he replied
"I suggest you leave." Just as he was preparing to make his exit, Adriana unexpectedly entered the bar and witnessed the tense encounter unfolding before her.As Johnson stormed out of the bar, his lips quivered with a bitter aura, clearly displaying his frustration. Ethan watched him leave, unaffected by his departure, as he knew this encounter with Johnson was the least of his concerns at the moment. "Remember his face, ensure he is not allowed back in here again. Your job could be at stake if you are not careful in handling such situations in the future," Ethan firmly warned his manager, Dave, who nodded in acknowledgment. He then signaled for Adriana to join him in his office. Returning to his office, Ethan tried to clear his head and regain his composure. He took a deep breath, attempting to banish any lingering tension from the encounter. As he composed himself in silence, Adriana entered the room."Who's that guy?" she demanded, her voice sharp and urgent. "It's a nobody; don
Ethan glanced at Andriana with a hint of uncertainty, not entirely sure which Williams she was referring to. "The Williams only child's birthday?" he questioned, seeking clarification. Nodding, Andriana clarified."Yes, her birthday is supposed to be next month. However, due to her upcoming busy schedule and the simultaneous launch of their new product, they decided to celebrate it today." The words lingered in the air, and an audible sigh of relief escaped from Ethan's lips. He knew deep down that her birthday was indeed next month, as it was a date he could never forget."Please don't say no," she pleaded, desperation tingeing her voice, as she hugged herself tightly, clutching her heart as if trying to keep it from breaking. His lips curled into a playful smile, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Do you think that's your winning strategy?" he teased, causing her frown to deepen. "I know you're a kind person," she pressed, her brow furrowing with hope, "and I don't belie
"This is Clinton," the caller says, his voice carrying an air of mystery. Ethan's curiosity piques instantly, leaving him wondering why Clinton is reaching out to him. As he listens intently to Clinton's words, Ethan feels a mixture of confusion and intrigue. It seems that Clinton is motivated by a quest for familial connection, urging Ethan to delve into his roots and discover who his grandfather truly is. The weight of this revelation hangs in the air, leaving Ethan with a sense of both anticipation and uncertainty.Ethan could feel the tension in the air as the caller, Clinton, asked him a barrage of questions. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit taken aback by all of this," Ethan stammered, "I'm not sure I'm ready to hear the answers to those questions.""Ethan, you need to know," Clinton's voice was calm, but insistent, "I know it's a lot to take in, but it's time for you to know the truth. You deserve to know where you came from and who you're related to.""I guess I just need to know w
"Hi Claire," Ethan said, his voice breaking, a mixture of nervousness and sincerity evident in his tone. Claire's eyes narrowed as she demanded. "What are you doing here, Ethan?" Her voice carried a strong undertone of anger, as she shot him a deadly glare. However, instead of answering immediately, Ethan ran his hand through his hair, a tell-tale sign of his anxiety. Adriana, sensing the tension in the room, glanced between Claire and Ethan, her bewilderment creeping onto her features. Trying to understand the situation, she couldn't help but ask. "What's going on here? Do you guys know each other before?" But before Ethan could respond, Claire quickly made her exit, leaving the room in silence, her intuition guiding her away."What's happening? Do you know her from anywhere?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. As he tilted his head slightly, Ethan nodded to confirm his connection with Claire. "She's my wife, or perhaps I should say my ex-wife, although we have
Chapter 15"Do you really have to be such a mean mother-in-law?" he managed to speak up, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of desperation. However, the words seemed to ignite a fiery response within Mrs. Williams, as if she were poised to deliver a slap to his face. Adriana, sensing the escalating tension, swiftly interjected, firmly grasping Mrs. Williams's hand, preventing any physical altercation from occurring. The room fell into an uneasy stillness as Mrs. Williams glared at him, her countenance a mix of resentment and anger. Her face turned void, her features momentarily devoid of emotion as she battled with her own feelings. "And who are you?" she demanded sharply, wrenching her hand free from Adriana's grasp. Her tone carried a challenging edge, eyes boring into him as if searching for an answer that would justify his audacity to question her actions."I am your worst nightmare, are you cool?" she replied with a sly smirk. Mrs. Williams's response came with a veno