"Mr. Damon, do not drink the coffee!! It's poisoned!!" A young man by the name George, shouted, causing everyone to turn their attention to him, including Mr. Damon who had his coffee in his hand, just few inches away from his lips.While everyone turned to him, Mr. Damon dropped his cup of coffee. Not as a form of obedience to his orders, but a reflex of his surprise at the young man’s action."Who's this?" Ryan asked, irritation written all over his face as he turned to the receptionist."He... He's the cleaner, sir. I don't know what he wants. He just barged in unannounced,” she replied in fear, hoping she wouldn't lose her job."So what do I pay you for? You had just one job, stay at the door and tell people who came to see me or Mr. Damon that we couldn’t attend to them today. What sort of rubbish is this? Do you know the importance of this meeting that this fool interrupted just now?!" He shot at her, taking stern glances from her to me."I'm so sorry sir, but I stopped him. I t
"I gave you a task but I have not gotten any feedback yet.. What are the updates?" George asked his secretary Ruth as he sipped his early morning coffee and settled down on his seat.She answered him by bringing out some documents from her back."Here they are sir. This is all the possible information we could get on Rita and her boyfriend," she announced as she stretched them towards him.He dropped his coffee on the table and took the papers. He began searching through them, looking through what his secretary brought up.Having barely gone through the documents, George already had an evil smirk plastered all over his face. According to the findings his secretary made, Rita's boyfriend was the only son of the mayor of the city. They'd been together for two years and some months, and they were about to tie the knot. He skipped the unnecessary parts, and he reached the place where his secretary listed all the companies that were in both Rita's name and Jeffrey's name - but he was more
"Here is your breakfast, sir" the chef announced as she slid a plate containing two tasty looking sandwiches to him across the large, shiny, white dining table, alongside a chilled glass of apple juice.But George was less concerned about his stomach this particular morning. He stared at the food, but at the same time, he didn't even notice it. He was lost deep in his thoughts.Three days had passed since George relocated to his mansion in country B, and he couldn't help but wonder how Scarlett was doing. They hadn't talked since he left, so he couldn't help but wonder.As much as he was pissed that he was lied to for the last two years, he couldn't ignore the fact that she was the reason he was the man he always wanted to be. For two years she helped - and sometimes forced him - to explore his potential. She proved to him that he had sides he didn't even know he had. He was no longer that invisible, thin, timid nobody that everyone knew him as. She saw what Mr. Damon saw in him, and
TWO YEARS LATERIt wasn't clear, but George saw everything that was happening. Although he was an observer that couldn't control the situation or have a say, he saw a version of himself active in the situations. Everything was happening so fast, he couldn't believe it.First, he watched as a woman in her late forties emptied a whole bucket of water on a sleeping George.He jumped up immediately, drenched and gasping in shock."Why did you do that, Mrs. Priscilla?! What did I do wrong?!"Wait... Mrs. Priscilla...Why did that name sound familiar?"Why are you sleeping by this time? Don't you know you have chores to do? Or do you want to stay in my house and lazy around like a bitch?," She replied to him with cruel words."B... But it's just 5 am in the morning. Besides, I'm not the housemaid. You have a housemaid," he spoke back, trying to calm his anger down, so he wouldn't say anything that would get him in trouble."Did you just insult me?! Honey!! Honey!!"Out of nowhere, a man in
George was immediately shoved into the car, he was placed in the middle of two hefty men and he immediately felt a large black sack forcefully worn over his head."We're ready! Move the car!" The one on the right ordered."Go where?! Where are you people taking me to?! Let me go now! Who are you all?” George frantically shot questions, but he didn't get answers to anyone."Shut up and keep quiet!” They ordered, but George wouldn't have it. Scared for his life, he began making a huge fuss; throwing his hands in the air, kicking the seats and yelling "help""Keep quiet, we said!!""What do you want from me?! You're wasting your time kidnapping me if you want money! I'm a poor church rat who just got dumped! Where are you people taking me too?!!""This is not about money! Quiet down immediately!!" They warned him."Let me go! Let me go, now!!," He ignored their warnings and continued screaming until they couldn't take it anymore."Scorpion, did you bring the powder?," The one with a roug
Inside the decorated building of the Wilson’s, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson stood at the entrance receiving gifts and packages from the guests who came to celebrate their daughter’s birthday, Rita.All of a sudden they caught sight of the one person they made sure wouldn’t attend this party.“Evening mom. Evening dad,” George Lockwood greeted his Parent- In- Laws.“What the hell are you doing here? Are you done with the loads of work given to you?” Mrs. Priscilla demanded from him.“I finished cleaning the office but I have not washed some of the toilets. I felt tired, so I decided to return home, I will continue tomorrow please,” he begged.“You are not allowed in here. Can’t you see that Rita is celebrating her birthday party?” Mr. David voiced this time.“Leave here this moment, Rita will not be happy to see your stinking body around here,” Priscilla ridiculed the young man, causing him to look at himself from his toe upwards.“I do not have anywhere to spend the night in. Can I get some do
A knock on the door woke him from sleep.He stood from his bed to check who was at the door.When he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged woman in a uniform and instinctively figured out that she was one of the housemaids."Good morning, Mr. George. Mr. Damon wants to see everyone downstairs in the next thirty minutes, please get yourself ready. Your bath has already been prepared and your breakfast will be served soon,” she informed. He nodded and she bowed, before walking down the hallway.He closed his door and went over to the window.Never in his life would he have thought that he could become this rich overnight.Twenty four hours ago, he was waking up from a water bed, but here he was, fully clothed in a woolen robe, waking up from the softest bed, with his bath already prepared even before he woke up.He looked around the room in awe. It was fully decorated. There was an air-conditioner and it had another room with a closet of its own. The room had a TV, a table, a chair by
“Boss, that's... I can't.... But-""You're hereby fired from this company for this stupid action of yours. I don't want to see you anywhere near here, or I'll have you arrested. Get out of the building now!!" He said."But-""Get out of the building immediately!!" Mr. Damon ordered.He slowly turned, realizing that he had just messed up big time.With one heavy step in front of the order, it was becoming surreal to him how quick he had put himself in trouble. What was going to happen to him? Where was he going to go from here? He was just an orphan with no loved ones or friends, how was he going to survive without a job? Was Ryan going to come after him? His life was flashing through his eyes. He could not believe he was about to lose everything-"He's foaming!! He's foaming!!" The receptionist suddenly screamed in terror.Just as he was about to step his foot out of the door, he heard her scream and stopped at his track.Right before everyone, Ryan was shaking vigorously on the spot
"Mr. Damon, do not drink the coffee!! It's poisoned!!" A young man by the name George, shouted, causing everyone to turn their attention to him, including Mr. Damon who had his coffee in his hand, just few inches away from his lips.While everyone turned to him, Mr. Damon dropped his cup of coffee. Not as a form of obedience to his orders, but a reflex of his surprise at the young man’s action."Who's this?" Ryan asked, irritation written all over his face as he turned to the receptionist."He... He's the cleaner, sir. I don't know what he wants. He just barged in unannounced,” she replied in fear, hoping she wouldn't lose her job."So what do I pay you for? You had just one job, stay at the door and tell people who came to see me or Mr. Damon that we couldn’t attend to them today. What sort of rubbish is this? Do you know the importance of this meeting that this fool interrupted just now?!" He shot at her, taking stern glances from her to me."I'm so sorry sir, but I stopped him. I t