The following day, Derrick couldn't shake the nagging curiosity that the mysterious invitation had stirred within him. As the café buzzed with the morning rush, he pondered the implications of the enigmatic message."What do you think, Ruth?" Derrick asked, handing her the invitation during a brief lull. "Should I go?"Ruth examined the elegant script, her eyes widening as she read the address. "Wow, this is one fancy place," she remarked. "What do you have to lose, Derrick? It could be an opportunity you've been waiting for."Heartened by Ruth's encouragement, Derrick decided to follow his instincts. He knew that attending the meeting might open doors that had been closed to him his entire life.As the day drew to a close, Derrick found himself standing in front of the prestigious address, a stately mansion with an aura of wealth and power that was foreign to him. He hesitated, smoothing the wrinkles in his only suit, before mustering the courage to knock on the massive oak door.The
Derrick was relieved to finally know the truth about his grandfather, Sir Williams. For years, he'd wondered about his family and whether he had any living relatives. Now, he knew that he did, and that they were wealthy and well-connected. It was a huge relief to him, and he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.As he stood in the opulent entryway of Coast Land, he tried to take it all in. The marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the paintings on the walls - it was all so different from his usual life. But he felt welcome and accepted, and it still felt unreal to him.Derrick went to the sitting room, where his grandfather was waiting for him. Sir Williams stood as he entered, and greeted him with a warm smile. “Hello, my boy," he said, pulling Derrick into a hug. "I'm so glad to see you." Derrick felt a bit overwhelmed, but he managed to reply, "Thank you for having me, Grandfather."They sat down in comfortable chairs, and a servant brought them tea. Sir Willia
Tom arrived at the mansion and he met with Derrick.“You want me to be your manager?" Tom asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "I don't have any experience in management, and I'm not sure I'm qualified for the job." Derrick shook his head. "I don't need you to have any special qualifications," he replied. "I just need someone I can trust, someone who has my best interests at heart. I know that's you, Tom. I know you'll do a great job." Tom smiled, a look of relief on his face. "I'll do my best," he assured. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity.""My grandfather told me to find someone I could trust," Derrick explained. "Someone who could help me navigate the waters of business and make sure I was making the right decisions. I immediately thought of you. I know you're smart and capable, and you always have my best interests at heart. I just felt like you were the right person for the job." Tom was touched by Derrick's words. "I'm honored that you thought of me, I promise I w
The next day, Derrick and Tom got dressed and they followed sir Williams to the company. They left in Derrick's new car. The car was a sleek, black limousine, and it purred along the road as if it were gliding on air. Derrick had never been in such a luxurious vehicle before, and he felt a little out of place as he sat back in the leather seats. But he tried to relax and enjoy the ride, knowing that this was just a taste of the life he would be leading from now on. Sir Williams sat across from him, a contented smile on his face. "How are you feeling, Derrick?" he asked."I feel a little overwhelmed," Derrick admitted. "But in a good way. I'm excited for the future." Sir Williams nodded. "It's normal to feel that way. But I think you'll find that you'll settle into your new role quickly. You have all the qualities I look for in a personal manager." Derrick was flattered, and he straightened his tie, feeling a little more confident. "Thank you, sir," he said. "I'll do my best to liv
Derrick went into his grandfather's office alone, his grandfather wanted to tell him some Secrets about the company.Sir Williams closed the door behind them, and Derrick felt a sense of unease settle over him. "There are things about this company that you need to know," his grandfather started, his voice low and serious. "Things that must be kept secret." Derrick nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. "I understand," he responded. "I will keep your secrets, I swear it." Sir Williams took a deep breath, and then began to speak. "The W&B company has a long and complicated history," he added. "It was founded by my father, and he was a ruthless man," Sir Williams continued. "He built the company on the backs of those who opposed him, and he was not afraid to get his hands dirty. But he was also a brilliant businessman, and he made W&B into the empire it is today. After he passed away, it fell to me to take over, and I have done my best to continue his leg
As Derrick watched the news report, Derrick couldn't help but think back to his time at Ruby's company. He remembered the long hours, the endless stress, and the lack of respect he had received. He remembered the times when she had berated him in front of his colleagues, or ignored his ideas in favor of her own. And he remembered the moment when she had fired him without a second thought, even after all the hard work he had put in. "She brought this on herself," he thought, his mind swirling with bitterness. "If she had only treated me better, things might have been different."Derrick got up and switched off the light in his office, he realized that he was the last person to leave the company building. The silence of the empty building followed Derrick as he walked down the hallway and out the front door, the only sound the click of his footsteps on the polished floor. When he reached the parking lot, he stopped for a moment to breathe in the cool night air, feeling a sense of relie
Ruby sat alone in her office, the lights turned low and the blinds drawn. She stared out the window, her expression somber and defeated. The once-thriving company she had built from the ground up was now on the verge of collapse, and she couldn't see a way out. "This can't be happening," she whispered to herself, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Everything I worked for... it's all gone." She knew that her own pride and stubbornness had contributed to this downfall, and she couldn't help but feel regret for the way she had treated her former employees.Ruby's manager, a tall, thin man, entered the office, his face grave and worried. "Ma'am," he said, his voice hesitant. "I have some bad news. The last of the investors have withdrawn their support. We're officially bankrupt." Ruby didn't even look up from the window. "I know," shestressed. "I figured it was only a matter of time. How long until we're forced to shut down?" Her manager shifted uncomfortably. "The bank is demanding payme
The morning of the meeting dawned bright and clear, a stark contrast to the dark cloud that hung over Ruby's head. She grabbed the proposal, a stack of papers that she had poured her heart and soul into, and tucked it into her briefcase. Then, with a sigh, she walked out to her car and climbed in behind the wheel. As she pulled out of her driveway, her mind was filled with doubt and uncertainty. What if she couldn't convince the CEO to invest? What if this was the end of the road for her company? But she pushed these thoughts away, focusing on the task at hand.Ruby glanced at the clock on her dashboard, a knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. It was already 9:45, and she was stuck in traffic, the cars ahead of her crawling along like a slow-moving river of steel and glass. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, willing the cars to move faster, willing the traffic to part like the Red Sea. "Come on," she muttered under her breath. "I can't be late. Not today." But the traffic sho