Mr. Miles was sitting in his big living room on vacation. The room was quiet except for the ticking clock on the wall. Papers were on his desk, but he wasnât looking at them. He was thinking about the company he lost to Bill Ford when his phone started buzzing. He picked it up and saw it was Conor calling.âHello?â Mr. Miles said in his deep, sharp voice.âSir, itâs me, Conor,â Conor said. He sounded worried, and Mr. Miles noticed right away. âI wanted to tell you something about Franklin.âMr. Miles frowned and leaned back in his chair. âWhat about him? Is he in trouble again?âConor took a deep breath. âNot exactly, sir, but Iâm concerned. Heâs not eating, heâs not sleeping. He looks so tired, and heâs acting strange. I think somethingâs wrong with him.âMr. Milesâ face tightened. His hand gripped the phone harder. âWhy isnât he eating? Whatâs wrong with him?ââI donât know, sir,â Conor said. âHeâs been quiet, staring at papers, but he doesnât seem focused. Itâs like heâs⊠slipping
Ashley the lawyer of Franklin walked into a small cafĂ©. It smelled like warm bread and coffee. She looked around searching for someone until she spotted Vera sitting by the window.Vera waved and smiled. They had been in communication recently and had agreed on an appointment date to discuss legal issues concerning the Empire State Hotel. Ashley smiled back and walked over. She was holding her big brown bag with papers inside. âHi, Vera,â she said, pulling out a chair.âHi, Ashley,â Vera said. âThanks for meeting me. I ordered coffee for you. I hope you like it.ââThank you,â Ashley said, sitting down. âI could use it. Itâs been a busy week.âA waiter brought two cups of coffee. Ashley wrapped her hands around her cup. âSo, letâs talk about the case,â she said.Vera nodded. âYes, we should. The Empire State Hotel is such a mess. Franklinâs been through a lot, hasnât he?âAshley nodded. âHeâs trying his best, but the papers are everywhere. Iâm helping him sort them out. I think weâre
"Suite 200.ââ Franklin Miles gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath.He was dressed in his gray pants and white shirt, delivery uniform as he walked into Golden Gate Hotel, looking for the suite where he had to deliver the food.He checked his pocket for the suite's number, he felt the ring in his left pocket and took it out. He looked at the ring with a mix of feelings, gently touching it as it sparkled in the light.He smiled, thinking about the romantic moment he planned with his girlfriend, Daisy Bernard. This ring was his engagement ring, and he was going to propose to Daisy after work today.He carefully put the ring back in his pocket and took out the card with the suite number written on it.Franklin knocked on the door, which opened to reveal a man in his early thirties."Hello, Sir," Franklin said, with a polite smile. "Your delivery is here.""Oh, excellent!" the man replied, his eyes twinkling. "But why don't you come inside? I have something I'd like to show you.
Daisy chuckled, "Regret? What's there to regret? I've got nothing to lose. Don't act like you're something special, Franklin. I know who you are, just a poor delivery guy! Now get out of here!" She taunted."This is why I said it'd be fun," Richmond laughed, "A naive poor guy thinks a pretty girl would stick with him for life." He jeered, "But he'd never know the good time I had with his girl while he was off delivering food, thinking she'd marry him. Your food's good, but your girl tastes better."Daisy playfully slapped Richmond's shoulder, "You're terrible!" Her voice sounded timid, but her actions spoke otherwise as she hugged him from behind.Richmond remarked, "I heard you've never slept with Daisy. Too bad bro, you'll never know how good she is in bed."Franklin felt his fists clench again and his teeth grit as irritation flooded him."Thinking of fighting him, delivery boy? Just leave. You'd be in trouble if you touched him. He's rich, you're poor, that's the difference!" Dais
The next morning, Franklin was roused from his sleep by the shrill sound of his alarm clock. It was time to start the day. But before he could get out of bed, he had to turn off that blasted alarm!Finally, he managed to silence the alarm and sat up in bed. As he stretched and yawned, he looked out the window and took in the morning view.It was a new day and there was much to be done. He had to go to his father's company to sign some papers and documents after which he would be introduced as the new CEO right away.He showered and went to his wardrobe, only to realize he had no other clothes besides his delivery uniform. "Oh well, I'm used to wearing this anyway," he smirked.He drove his delivery scooter to the Miles' Empire. The Miles Empire building was a towering structure, standing 130 stories tall and stretching high into the sky.Franklin parked his scooter in the company's parking lot where he saw lots of people walking around and going about their business in different attir
Franklin pushed the door open and was surprised to find Mr. Russell, the acting CEO, waiting for him in the office. He had been expecting Franklin's arrival.Walking inside, Franklin closed the door behind him and looked around with satisfaction. The office was furnished just the way he liked it â simple yet elegant.Mr. Russell noticed the pleased expression on Franklin's face and smiled, saying, âThis is the document, please sign in your signature."Nodding in agreement, Franklin accepted the documents handed to him by Mr. Russell. Sitting down, he carefully read through each line before confidently signing them with a smirk."Congratulations, young master. You're now the CEO of Miles Empire," Mr. Russell congratulated him."Thank you," Franklin replied gratefully.Reflecting on his previous attempts to convince Franklin to take over the company, Mr. Russell felt relieved that Franklin had finally agreed.He immediately sent an email to the management team, introducing Franklin as t
Ms. Deborah had hurried to get back to the scene but stopped to check her phone, which had just beeped, indicating a message. It was an email informing her about the new CEO's arrival with a short description of, and the photo of Franklin Miles attached to it.Ms. Deborah clicked it open, and it showed his picture in full. Her heart sank when she saw his picture. He must be the delivery guy the junior staff were talking about. "This is worse than I thought," she said, realizing the severity of the situation. She needed to stop them from causing any further problems.The junior staff turned to tell Ms. Deborah that he was the man they were looking for. "Miss! look, it's the delivery guy we were telling you about.""Yeah, it's him, the delivery guy causing all the fuss."Instead, they met what seemed to be the shock of their life. It was Ms. Deborah with a phone in her hand, showing them the picture of the person Reina had just slapped.Reina walked closer to be sure she was not dreamin
The bank was a sight to behold, with its looming height towering towards the sky. Even the security guards were dressed in suits, looking more like bodyguards for celebrities than ordinary bank employees.Franklin approached the entrance, where a man with a black outfit stood behind the door. He looked him up and down, his eyes narrowing at the sight of his uniform.âWhat are you doing?" He asked in a tone that suggested he didn't think he belonged there."I need to make a verification," Franklin said confidently despite the looks he was getting from the man and the others.âGo inside and join the line?" the man said.Franklin walked into the grandiose bank, his delivery uniform sticking out like a sore thumb among the well-dressed clientele. He was out of place, but he was here for business and wasn't going to let his attire deter him.GeschĂ€ftskredit Bank was a prestigious institution, well-known for catering to the rich and powerful. It was owned by a group of German influencers, w