After the receptionist told Mr. Cambridge Jerome was ready to see him, he hummed and stood up. He would put this boy in place today. When he got to the office, he knocked for the first time but there was no response. He knocked for the second time and no one responded. "What's going on here? Why is anyone not responding." He pondered. He knocked for the third time and heard Jerome's voice. He opened the door and entered. As Mr. Cambridge entered Jerome's luxurious office, he felt a sense of awe and wonder. The room was decorated with lavish furniture and exquisite art. He couldn't help but admire the opulence of the space. At the same time, he felt a twinge of envy. He had worked hard his whole life, but he still couldn't afford a place like this. Why is the world so unfair? How can nobody suddenly turn to somebody and sit in such an expensive office? "Mr. Cambridge here isn't a tourist site. My time is precious." Jerome said with an impatient tone. " You, how dare you make me wait
"Jerome let go of him," Eleanor exclaimed. She didn't want Jerome to kill anyone. She didn't want him to become a murderer who would be sentenced to jail. Her boss had suffered and it was now time to enjoy it. Jerome didn't listen to her and pulled Mr. Cambridge's necktie tightly. "I don't want to ever see you again in my office. The next time I see you here in my company, I don't mind cutting off your legs and bulging your eyes out. Listening to his threatening tone, Mr. Cambridge began to shiver. He would never try this again. He didn't want to die early. "Ok, okay," Mr. Cambridge agreed without hesitating. "Boss, please let go of him okay." Eleanor knelt which surprised both Jerome and Mr. Cambridge. Looking at how the woman had knelt and how pitiful she was, Jerome felt bad and let go of him. When Jerome let go of him, he quickly ran out of the office in case he didn't change his mind. He promised not to ever step foot in here again. He took a taxi home. "That son of bitch. H
Eleanor had closed from work early. She decided to pick up Rosca at the airport since she just arrived from the UK. "Omo, I thought you wouldn't come to pick me up. I wonder who is on duty today." Rosca said happily when she saw Eleanor. "Will you just shut your mouth for once? If I hadn't come, you would have complained. Now I'm here, you are talking." Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Of course I was surprised. I thought you wouldn't be able to make it. Hey, I didn't come with any luggage, let's go shopping." Rosca said. " I always already wondered how I got to meet a person like you. How could you travel with no luggage?" Eleanor stared at her friend like she was staring at a fool. "It's because I'm abnormal, that is why I got you as a friend. If I wasn't normal, would I have been your friend?" Rosca said with a playful tone. "So you mean I am abnormal. Roca!!" Eleanor exclaimed. Feeling annoyed. " Sh, can't see we are in a public place People will think you are crazy." Roca covered
"Ahahaha!" Mia yelled in pain. "It hurts.""Tsk, tsk, you are weak, and you want to fight with me. Girl, you should know your enemy before you fight with them," Rosca looked at her with a disdainful gaze. Finally, she had been taught a good lesson. What a good day."Serves you right." Looking at the arrogant girl on the floor, Eleanor's mood lifted. She felt no pity for Mia."I will make sure you two pay for it." Mia pointed at them, speaking through clenched teeth.Eleanor towered over Mia, who was sprawled on the floor. Eleanor's gaze was piercing, as if looking down on her from above. "Very soon, your company will declare bankruptcy. Use that energy to save it," she said with a mocking tone. "Rosca, let's go. Don't waste your time on the bedridden lion.""Yeah, you're right. She will pollute our eyes if we continue to be here," Rosca chuckled and snatched the dress from her. Her stiletto heels dug into Mia's foot, the pain radiating up her leg."Ahahaha!! you whores. Ahahaha!" Mia
"Sir, what do we do?" Bright asked."I am driving to the factory. Hire more than a hundred experts. I will talk to the president if he could give us another day. Call for an emergency meeting with the team. Also, meet the GTP CEO and offer a good deal. I want him to join us so we can finish the process.""Ok, sir," Bright said and took one of Jerome's men's cars since he came with his boss.Jerome called the Gambian president."Hello, Jerome, has my secretary arrived?" He asked."Not yet, Mr. President. But there is a problem we are facing right now. There is something wrong with the fabric, and we hope you will give us a day to resolve this issue," he said with a humble tone."What do you mean I should give you a day? You assured me everything was going to be done today. You said today was the last day. The designer is also waiting for the fabrics so she can start working on them now," the president said with a disappointed tone."I'm sorry, Mr. President. Please just give us another
After Anderson had finished negotiating with the president's secretary, he was in a great mood."Boss, how was the negotiation?" Anderson's secretary inquired."It went well. Everything was fine. I told you the plan was going to work," Anderson said proudly. He had been targeting the Caddel company for a long time. He planted a spy at Jerome's factory to gather information about their project progress. He had initially planned to destroy the fabrics, but Jerome unexpectedly sent them to the warehouse. Fortunately, he convinced the leader of the warehouse guards to join him.After the leader agreed, Anderson instructed him on what to do. The leader sent all of Jerome's men on an errand, and with Anderson's men, he damaged the shingles. Consequently, the roof leaked when it rained heavily. "Huh, he thought he was smart; he didn't know I would outsmart him." Anderson chuckled, thinking of how easily it was to convince the leader of the guards and how the job was done simply and perfectl
"Don't worry, Mr. Secretary, I understand. We are businessmen and always go for something that would profit us. But it is not good to backstab us. How will the war end if war was to break out of our mistakes?" Even though Jerome's tone was calm, he clearly heard the hidden danger in his words. "You are right, Mr. Jerome. Don't worry, there will never be a war. We will be faithful to each other." He nodded continuously. Even his boss (the president) wouldn't be able to fight Jerome, not to talk of a mere secretary like him. "It's good that you understand. Can we go to check the fabrics?" Jerome inquired. "No, no, it's alright. I know you will do a good job. There is no need for me to bother myself. I trust you." He denied it quickly. He wanted to get out of his factory quickly. His present was suffocating him. "Is that so?" Jerome nodded in understanding, but his eyes were filled with mockery. It seems the president's secretary wasn't dumb after all. "Bright, tell the workers to pac
No one dares to stop him. They tried to shrink into the shadows. This was the first time they had seen their boss so angry. They all swore to themselves not to betray him. After kicking him many times, Jerome felt this wasn't enough to make the rest learn their lesson."Where is your gun!" he asked Garry in a commanding tone."Boss, don't kill me, please," Garry knelt on the floor. Tears streamed down his cheeks. If he dies, he won't be able to see his daughter anymore. But he has forgotten that if he had succeeded, it would have been difficult for the Caddel company to stand on its feet again."Where is the gun!" He roared. His tone was like an angry lion looking for its prey.Each of the guards carries a gun with them in case they meet an opponent who is armed."Boss, please," he was shivering all over. No, he can't die.With a quick flick of his wrist, Jerome pulled a pistol from his suit jacket, pointing the gun at Garry's forehead. A heavy silence descended at the warehouse, brok