Shannon Inc. was the largest company in the Seaboard Industrial Block. It had an imposing grass and granite skyscraper reflecting the skies.
Alec, Seagal, and others who quit Damone Industries that morning, dressed up in formals and entered the Shannon Inc. building. They went through the large swiveling door, eyeing the main lobby with wonder. It was pristine, with waxed hardwood floors and rustic armchairs. A pretty receptionist instructed them to go up to the fourteenth floor, where the CEO's office was situated.Rick McBride was the current CEO, a brilliant man in his early thirties. He welcomed them in his private lobby but looked as if he was in a hurry. Rick asked Alec and the others to wait for their orientation since he was expecting a visit from the Chairman of Shannon Inc. Many key people of the company had gathered in the private lobby as well."What happened, Mr. McBride?" Alec asked. "Is something new happening in the company?"Rick turned to him and said absentmindedly, "Yes. Shannon Inc. has joined a huge global conglomerate. Therefore, the Chairman decided to visit us and give a rundown of the changes that will follow." Alex and Seagal's eyes lit up. A global conglomerate? That meant bigger salaries and opportunities to climb quickly up the corporate ladder. They had indeed made the right choice to quit the sinking Damone Industries. Both men were industry veterans and could smell it when an opportunity to curry favor with the bosses presented itself. "Sir, can we stay during this meeting?" Alec urged expectantly. "Since we'll be working in managerial positions, we want to introduce ourselves to the Chairman."In Edgar's company, they were crucial employees, but in Shannon, their positions were middle management since it was a much larger company.Rick was hesitant about Alec's request but agreed after Seagal, and the others made the same appeals. "Fine, you guys can stay. But don't take any seats. Just stand quietly in a row, and behave yourself. Our Chairman, Mr. Desmond Shannon, is a meticulous man, and he doesn't tolerate any indiscipline."Alec, Seagal, and the rest nodded obediently and stood in a row with their shirts buttoned up. Their first impression upon the Chairman would determine their long-term career in the company.Rick left the lobby for a minute to supervise his subordinates in another room."Guys," Alec whispered. "This is a great opportunity to suck up to the big boss. Let's try to impress him."Seagal nodded. "Mr. McBride said that Shannon Inc. joined a vast conglomerate. That means we may get a salary raise and even growth opportunities. Abandoning the Damones to come here was the best decision of our lives!"The rest of the group nodded. They were excited to meet the Chairman and learn which group took over Shannon Inc.Just then, Victor Damone walked into the private lobby. He wore his usual bespoke suit, and his hair was combed back neatly. He looked very elegant with his gait and icy demeanor, but in the traitors' eyes, he was still a loser."Victor?" Alec barked. "What the heck are you doing here?""Have you come to Shannon Inc. to beg for investment?" Segal said with a smirk. "Or have you followed us here hoping we will return?""You are really pathetic," Alec added. "Get out of here now, or I will call security to eject you by the scruff of your neck!"Victor ignored their insults, walked to the VIP section, and took a lounge seat. "Are you out of your mind, you fool!" Seagal exclaimed. "That seat is for the Chairman of this company! Will you listen, or must I beat you up right here?!"The lobby door opened and Rick McBride returned, accompanied by a tall, well-built man. Edward Shannon was a proud businessman who always kept his chin up. At thirty-five years, he had built a billion-dollar company, which reigned over the Seaboard Industrial Block.Thinking that Victor's presence would ruin the environment, Alec and Seagal came at him. "Begone, Victor!" Seagal snapped. Alec rushed at him intending to tackle. But what he saw shocked him to the core.Edward Shannon and Rick McBride approached Victor Damone and bowed their heads to him. "It is a pleasure to meet you in person, sir," Shannon said in a submissive tone. "Mr. Clive Baron speaks highly of you. Please accept my humblest regards."Rick McBride stood there and did not speak a word. He was a mere CEO of a growing company, while the legendary man before him intimidated even country heads. If rumors were to be believed, the man's net worth was greater than the economies of several major countries! Rick was too small a personality even to be allowed to utter a compliment.Victor nodded at their curtsies showing no emotion. He was acquainted with adulation and praise in the olden days, and that too from exponentially more prominent personalities.Hank and Seagal lost their composure. "Mr. Shannon! Mr. McBride! This is a farce! Victor is a fraud""You have been duped!""This man is Victor Damone, heir to a sinking company in this industrial block. He is on the verge of bankruptcy and has already lost his mind. Now he has the audacity to scam you all!" "Yes! He's worse than scum, this man. He's taken us for fools!""Whatever lies he has fed you, don't believe them! Throw them out of the building now!"The silent Rick McBride rushed forward and landed consecutive slaps across Alec and Seagal's faces. "You bloody idiots! How dare you speak about our patron this way! You are nothing more than bugs in his presence!"Patron? The two traitors caressed their stinging red faces, confused. How was Victor a patron of Shannon Inc.? That did not make any logical sense. Didn't all six of them resign from his drowning company this morning? They crunched the numbers to discover that Damone Industries would be boarded up in a week! "Who are these clowns?" Edward Shannon asked Rick with an annoyed expression.Rick looked guilty. "I'm sorry, s
Victor's new bike was a Ducati Scrambler Nightshift, a modified model with a retro masculine appeal. It was perfect for fast conveyance and was relatively inconspicuous as a vehicle. The last thing Victor needed was attention.Clive Baron had complained that the price of fifteen thousand dollars was too low but eventually had to give in.Victor sent Clive back to the office and took the new bike for a drive around the city. Amidst the chaos of his grandfather's issues and trying to keep his cover secret, he had been bogged down by pettiness and mediocrity. People not worthy of being his servants had looked down on him and humiliated him. 'Everyone will get their due,' he thought. But at the moment, he had other concerns. Haley B was arriving in Springfield. She was beautiful like an angel but stubborn like a mule. If he did not appear at her concert, she'd fulfill her threat and expose him. The celebrity Haley B did not accept no for an answer. Victor had reached the city's outskirts
Victor casually walked towards the car's trunk and slipped his fingers under the hatchback handle."Are you an idiot?" bushy-brows said. "Do you think we'll keep the hatchback open? It is locked and protected with military-grade armor. Even a missile cannot break through!"With a grunt and a heave, Victor pulled. With a creak and a crack, the entire hatchback was ripped open.Both bushy-brows and the driver were shocked to the core. A young man in his twenties just tore apart a military-grade locker! Was he the strongest man alive?Inside the trunk, Victor found a classy young woman. Her hands and legs were tied, and her mouth was gagged. Still, she was making a surprising amount of noise. He immediately recognized who she was. The face was prominent in newspapers and social media."I'll get back to you in a moment," Victor reassured the woman, who protested even more."Is she Claire Holt?" he asked bushy-brows. The driver had also joined his accomplice. They had their guns drawn at hi
James Colbert's Mercedes AMG passed through East Springfield, drawing pedestrians' attention. He would usually avoid such semi-urban parts of the city. However, he had to meet a consultant at Springfield Rapids. Apparently, a huge conglomerate was about to start a thirty-million-dollar project in the area, and James wanted a piece of the pie. Colbert and Sons primarily built sewage systems, and this project would be a big break for them.However, the consultant offered him a meeting at Baron International, the most successful company in Springfield. They had brokered the deal with the city authorities.After securing an interview with Baron International the next day, James made a pitstop to pick up tickets to the Haley B concert from a broker. The mega event had triggered a bidding war in Springfield, pitting all the big leagues against each other. James' father, Saul Colbert, had secured four entries to the mega-event at ten thousand each. Josh sat in the adjacent seat, glaring at t
"This one." Clive projected Claire's Inst@gram post on the office wide-screen. She had taken a selfie while riding on the rear seat of a bike. The rider's back was visible. It triggered a social media guessing game to establish who her new boyfriend was. Many celebrity names were taken, including many Hollywood hunks."Claire Holt?" the protégé exclaimed. "Did she finally start dating someone? Lucky chap, that guy. But what does the picture have to do with Emperor Caesar?"Clive Baron looked up and pursed his lips. "Don't use that name publicly, Eddie. You can call him Mr. Damone for all intents and purposes. That is his will." Clive was a three-star ranker in the New World Order. However, Edward Shannon was still a one-star, being groomed by the former. He was the luckiest person in the world to have met the legendary man and been privileged to serve him.Edward nodded. "I understand, sir. Apologies. But what does Claire Holt's picture have to do with Mr. Damone?"Clive winked at him
Victor had explicitly asked Carol not to meet James Colbert again or allow his flirtatious advances. That man's sole aim was to manipulate her to file for divorce. James was obsessed with Carol and wanted to demonize Victor and steal his bride. The billionaire was willing to go to great lengths to fulfill his lewd intentions. It was evident from the hurdles Victor had to face in Springfield Hospital."Carol!" Victor barked, jumping off his bike. He rushed towards the Mercedes group with veins popping on his forehead. Many other ticket-holders turned to look for the source of the commotion. "Victor?" Carol asked in surprise. "What are you doing here?"She looked ravishing in a long, silver satin gown. Her beautiful coffee-brown hair was tied up in a bohemian bun, making her appear like a vintage beauty. Victor realized her dress must have cost a fortune and did not belong to her wardrobe. James must have gifted it to her. The realization made him smolder in jealousy. How close was sh
Victor saw Carol was serious. She must be under great strain already for want of answers. He massaged his temples and dropped the leather bag in his hand."There's two million in this bag," he said coldly. "Take six hundred thousand and pay back Colbert his six hundred thousand. You can keep the rest for Edgar's pending bills."Carol saw the bag but did not pick it up. Was her husband bluffing now that he was caught red-handed? "I'll tell you where I got the money from," Victor continued. "Claire Holt, the CEO of Holt Enterprises, had an accident near Springfield Rapids. I was on a ride to clear my head and found her desperately needing help. In return for my services, she offered me a reward of two million dollars." "What…" Carol mumbled."The woman you see in the picture is Claire," her husband said. "Here, look at this."Victor showed her a receipt from Holt Enterprises. "Claire Holt herself signed it. That should be proof enough."Claire's anger subsided, but a look of disbelief
Victor approached the back entrance of Springfield Concert Hall. Most of the wealthy elite and top celebrities wanted to be photographed and interviewed by the paparazzi before entering the event hall. The main entrance was suited for them since it was thronged by fans and engulfed by floodlights.However, those who wanted to avoid being noticed took the back entrance. Regardless, everyone needed a ticket to enter. The ticket collector, a petite young woman named Suzie, looked Victor up and down and said, "Sir, fans are not allowed inside. There is a projector screen set up on the front lawn. You can watch the telecast event with the rest of the crowd. Those who can't afford tickets belong there."Victor waved a dismissive hand at her. "I am not a fan. I have been invited to attend."Suzie raised an eyebrow. Her voice took on a patronizing tone. "Sir, this is not a matter to be joked about. You clearly don't look like someone who'd carry an invitation to an Exclusive Haley B event."V