A knock came on the door and I rushed through the hallway. Before I got to the door, the banging increased and I fidgeted. “He must have been angry,” I thought.As I opened the door, the familiar scent of booze assaulted my senses and before I caught a glimpse of the face, a figure stumbled in through the door, landing directly on top of me, causing an imbalance till we both fell inside.He sprawled on me and all I had to do was scream. When screaming would not help, I pushed him off of my body, letting out another scream.The man got up, disoriented and swaying. He was clad in a white shirt and black pants. He clutched his suit in his hands as he staggered across the hallway. “You should have left the door for the…” he stuttered and mumbled more indistinct words as he went, leaving me no choice but to follow him.I caught up and reached out, grabbing his arm to force him to face me. "Who are you?" I demanded, hoping for some answers.A confused expression flickered across his face as
“Raise your head," Adam said.The face I once laughed at had become one of terror and I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether I wanted to meet his cold, calculating eyes. But I knew I had no choice. I slowly lifted my head, meeting his intense gaze with my own."How did you end up with such a jerk?" Adam asked, his tone softening slightly as he looked at me with a hint of sympathy.I averted my eyes, unable to meet his gaze any longer. A lot was running through my head at that moment. How could someone from the seemingly perfect Webby household end up in a situation like this? Drunk and pruned to danger? How could a man with all the money, fame, and power be so broken on the inside?"Hope I wasn't a problem," Adam’s voice interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to reality."Apart from the one you caused with my husband," I retorted, unable to keep the bitterness out of my voice."I am sorry, but he won't be a problem anymore. When it comes to business, I am in the centre of it an
Morning came and Jared didn't return since the night before. He didn't answer his phone or call back. All he did was send a text. I read the text from Jared again, feeling a sinking in the pit of my stomach. What had he gotten himself into now?“Please, Margaret. I am sorry for all I have done earlier. I am sorry for yesterday as well. Please stop Sir Adam from firing me. Because he can.”As I tried to make sense of it all, there was a knock on the door, hoping it was Jared, I rushed and opened it to find a man standing there, dressed in a suit and hat. He bowed before speaking, "Good morning, Mrs. Mclintok, you have been called up to an outing by Sir Adam Webby. A car is waiting outside whenever you're ready. Take your time to prepare and get your daughter ready too." He handed me a bag. "In here are some clothing materials for you and your daughter. Also, there is a card with a direct number to the boss in the box in case you want to call and decline the invitation."I was stunned
We were taken to the biggest and the most expensive mall in Qinchester, right in the heart of the city. As we were led to the VIP floor of The Space, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nerves.I had seen Adam Webby and had heard his name in news headlines before, but I never imagined I would meet him in person, twice.He sat alone on the floor and it appeared that he had bought the moment for us alone. Daisy, on the other hand, ran towards him as soon as she spotted him.As I slowly approached the two of them, I couldn't help but notice Adam's handsome features again. His perfectly styled hair, sharp jawline, and piercing blue eyes made my heart skip a beat.He knelt and hugged Daisy, asking her what she wanted. When she mentioned toys, ice cream, and chocolate, Adam immediately instructed one of the men standing by to take her to the kiddie's centre and give her everything she desired.“Stay with her always, give her all she needs.”Daisy waved at me with a grin as
Sean Winchester sat in the luxurious boardroom of Wells and Borne company, on the opposite side of the table were the dual CEOs, Governor Wells and Borne. A piece of paper lay on the table, with a pen. Governor Wells leaned back in his chair, looking at Sean with a calculating gaze. "How about we make it an even 50 percent? We want to maintain some control over the company." Sean shook his head firmly. “60% No less!” Governor Borne smiled. “We understand that we need you, Mr Sean. But please reconsider. 60 percent of your shares will take us off the board.” “I am the one with the money,” Sean said and folded his hands as he stared back. “Please!” The Governors chorused. "Okay, I will beat it down to 55 percent, but no less. I need a controlling stake in the company to make the changes I want,” Sean said and unfolded his hands. “What do you say?” Governor Borne raised an eyebrow and whispered to his partner. “We agree,” Governor Borne said and the two offered Sean a ha
Sean opened his eyes, again, he felt like he had been dreaming again. But when he smelt his blood on his body, he knew the parts that were dreams and the parts that were real. He laid recumbent on the forest floor, with his eyes scanning the overhead trees that covered the sky, allowing little of the moon to fall on his face. He stood to his feet and realized that he felt no pain. Then the words of the system he activated came back to his head and remembered that he had been given another shot at life. A beeping sound followed and he saw the screen in his head. ***SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT*** ***YOU WILL SHUT DOWN IN THIRTY MINUTES*** After the notice, Sean saw the countdown happened, indicating 29:59. “What is happening? Am I dying?” Sean asked, his heart beating fast. ***NO Sean, YOU'RE NOT DYING. IT'S JUST A NOTICE*** “Are you in my head?” ***YES, EXITING LIKE ANOTHER FRACTION OF YOU, SHOWING YOU THINGS, TELLING YOU THINGS. THIS IS WHERE I CAN DO ALL THAT, ONCE YOU TRANSCEND TO
Dw 3 Caspian rose from his bed, the memories flooded back to him with a startling clarity. He remembered the overwhelming sense of despair that had consumed him, the fleeting thoughts of ending his own life. But he also remembered the exhilaration of freedom that Jason had felt after being released from the confines of his imprisonment. Shaking off the remnants of his dreamlike state, Caspian's mind immediately went to the locker in the bank where he had stashed his money. With a sense of urgency, he made his way to the bank, his heart pounding in his chest. As he entered the code and the locker opened, he couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. This was real, this was all real. But as he counted the money in the locker, a sudden ache pierced his heart. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, but it felt like loss. And as his mind raced to understand the source of this pain, the answer came to him in a chilling whisper – Jason. "What could have happened to him?" Caspian mut
Caspian stood tall on the dais, looking out at the gathered members of his household. He could feel the tension in the room, the uncertainty hanging in the air like a heavy fog.He saw them dressed in suits and hats and he knew they would follow him. Andreas told him that it wasn't necessary but he knew that he had to address them, to reassure them that this wedding was not a forced union, but a strategic decision for the greater good of the DiMarco household."My dear friends and allies, captains and leaders of the DiMarco Empire…" Caspian began, his voice strong and unwavering. "I stand before you today to address a matter of great importance. As you all know, today marks the wedding of myself and Duchess Dillion. I know there may be questions and concerns surrounding this union, but I ask you to trust in me and in the decision that has been made."He paused, looking around at the faces of his loyal followers. He could see the doubt in their eyes, the worry that this wedding was a p