Alaric looked down on Mr. Jefferson begging him. This was what he wanted, and he was finally getting it. He wanted to make his enemies suffer, and it was finally happening, bit by bit. "Please, save my life. This is the last place I can go, and I have no other place to help myself. No one will accept me, and this Empire is the only thing that can help me. I need to talk with you," he said, begging Alaric. Alaric nodded, and moved away slightly, allowing Mr. Jefferson's hand to slip and fall to the ground. "Well, I need to know more about you, Mr. Jefferson. You can't just come here and tell me to help you. I don't even know what you're talking about, so how do you expect me to respond to that? Take a seat and then we can talk business," he commanded. Mr. Jefferson didn't want to sit down. He wanted to beg Alaric because he knew that he had nothing to offer to the Wright empire since he had nothing to himself. "Please, sir. Help me. I know that you're now the CEO of this company,
" "Are you trying to play with me right now? You are telling me that you need $1 million?" Alaric asked Mr. Jefferson, shocked by the amount he called. "Yez, Mr. Weight. This is the amount of money I need to be able to get on my feet. I need that much amount. If you can lend me the sum of $1 million, then I will make sure to continue my great contributions to the Wright Empire once again," he said. Alaric was shocked, and couldn't process what Mr. Jefferson was talking about. He was talking about his contribution to the Wright empire, and he didn't quite understand what it meant. He looked at Steve, whose expression told him that he didn't understand too. "What do you mean by that, sir? I don't understand anything you're saying. What contributions are you talking about? Is it this Empire that belongs to me now?" He asked Mr. Jefferson. "Come on now, sir. Even if you don't know anything about it, I'm sure your father does. This is the reason why I wanted to work with your father an
""How are you planning to pay back my money?" He asked, with wide and serious eyes. "I… uhm… I will pay you back. I promise." "Promise? What is there to promise? There is no way I can help you. Now go back to your family, and rot with them. Ask whoever made you this way to return you to your original state. Get out of my office and leave this company," he ordered. Immediately he heard those words, Mr. Jefferson looked at Alaric with pitiful eyes, alarming himself to the fact that Alaric was going to send him out of the company and not fulfill his request. He jammed his hands together and begged Alaric like he was begging for his life. "Please, Young Master, don't do this to me. Don't decline my request, I beg of you. Please. Don't do this. I have no other place to go, and I don't want to suffer a miserable fate, sir. I beg of you. Please help my life. Please don't do this to me, I beg of you. Help my life, so that I don't die of poverty," he begged. Alaric was becoming angrie
Mr. Jefferson raised his head. "What do you mean, Young Master? I was a very…""Cunning criminal who stole money from the Wright Empire's engineering subsidiary Dustin Firms and pretended to use the money for a project, huh? Is that it?" He asked, looking at Mr. Jefferson with furious eyes. Mr. Jefferson was stunned, and couldn't believe it. "What? D… Dustin Firms?" He asked, in a shaky tone. His eyes were shaking terribly, and his hands were fidgeting under the table. He couldn't believe that everything that happened in the past was leaked, and many things were playing in his head."What do you mean? I don't understand what you're saying, sir," he said, trying to pretend. Alaric looked at Steve who nodded at him. They knew that Mr. Jefferson would deny it, and not to make it seem like a regret, Alaric had his motives for exposing the truth now, instead of waiting for some other time. Steve was surprised by how Alaric blurted it out. It was supposed to be a secret, or even if not
"Norton, Arnold, your wife, and everyone. You all will end up in the streets. Mark my words, Jeff. I have said it. Watch out for danger any time soon. I promise it will come and get you. Now get your ass and run out of this company building like you are being hunted down," Alaric commanded. Mr. Jefferson raised his head. "Me? Just like that? Thank you!" He said. He repeated the words constantly, and he ran out of the office, breathing hard and fast like a freed slave. Steve was surprised and stared at Alaric in shock. He couldn't believe that Alaric just let Mr. Jefferson go that easily. Alaric heaved a sigh and turned around to notice the look on Steve's face. It was a mix of disappointment and confusion, and he was really thinking about which one it was. "What's with that face, Steve?" He asked Steve. Steve was reluctant to talk but cleared his throat. "Y… Young Master, I am just surprised at what you just did. You…" "Let Mr. Jefferson go?" He asked, completing Steve's ques
"Alright, Young Master. We will do as you say. I'm sure everything will go as planned so long as we keep it an undercover mission. It just remains for you to give the order and the. We carry it out," Steve said. Alaric nodded. *Good, Steve. This is what I like. Well, you will hear my words soon, and then you can proceed. I will get the documents from the hacker, and then, once I get the information about him that I need, you guys can proceed with it. Also, I will give you a message that you are to relay to him. He has done a good job, and should be rewarded for it," he said. Steve nodded, but thought about something for a second, before mustering up the courage to ask Alaric about it. "But… young Master, there was no reason to take Mr. Jefferson's money, why did you then do it?" He asked. Alaric thought for a second, and smiled. "I knew that you'd ask that question. Even after I told you the reason, it still had you thinking. Well, the reason I took Mr. Jefferson's money is s
"Great. After everything, we will celebrate because they will fall on their knees and beg us to forgive them, but we won't. Don't forget to always have me on the aya, and keep in touch with me. I want to know every move Mr. Jefferson makes," Alaric ordered, and Steve nodded. He turned around and wanted to leave the room when he noticed the sudden silence of Steve again. Steve wasn't doing anything and was just standing, and Alaric turned around to look at him. "What the hell is the problem Steve? Why are you like that? Why are you not following me? Don't tell me you still have something going on in your head," he said, as he walked back up to Steve, with raised eyebrows. Steve looked sideways, to avoid Alaric's eyes and his knowing look. No matter what, Alaric had not convinced him and had not told him the truth. That, he believed. It would have been better if he told him and not kept him in the dark, trying to guess what fueled the rivalry between him and Mr. Jefferson that h
"Yes, Norton. He and his gang. That's why after I am through with Norton, they will follow. My father, Mr. Drones, was very poor, and I was unlucky at that time, not until I found out the truth." "What truth?" "The truth about being the heir of the Wright Empire. Before then, Norton made my life a living hell," he said, as he reminisced on everything that had happened to him. "He bullied you? How dare he? Why would he do something like that?" Steve asked, getting angry. "Hold up a minute, Steve. Well, you're getting angry because I am your Young Master right? Imagine what I faced when I was still a poor college student who couldn't even afford to buy food for himself," he said. "It must have been really painful and sad. I'd this the reason why you want revenge against Norton? What then does Mr. Jefferson have to do with this?" He asked Alaric. Alaric shook his head. "No, Steve. That is not the only reason I want to punish Norton for it, and if you want to know, I have revenge