It’s been a couple of days since the incident. Peter was sitting in his office, exhausted from working the whole day. He took a deep breath and scanned the office. His eyes caught the picture of his dad hanging beautifully on the wall. He smiled and walked over to the portrait. He traced his finger on the old man’s face. Hi, my smile broadened. He shut his eyes and wished his father had stayed longer. He is happy his father was able to find him before he passed away.Just within a few months, his life had taken a new turn, leading to an unpredicted breakthrough. He has lived as a destitute man all his life with his mother, even though he has been told how she stole him away when his real mother passed away.Life has not been easy for him growing up, and so he is determined to grow so wealthy that his children and grandchildren will inherit his riches without fighting over any property like his Uncle Kennedy and his son Victor.The loud buzz from his phone made him turn in that direct
Angry and fuming, he left the restaurant.“How can that be good for nothing? Ask the management to take me, Victor Coleman, out of a restaurant that we raised from scratch. This has to be the strangest thing I have seen all day,” he thought in his heart as he drove back home.On his way home, a little traffic caused him to slow down a bit. He blared his horn at the vehicle directly in front of him. “The fuck out of my way, old lady," he yelled, and even though she could not hear him, he kept cursing and screaming to herself.He finally got his chance to speed away, and immediately he turned left. He heard the sirens humming after him. He peered through the rare mirror and sighed.“Damn bastards!” he mouthed before pulling over with his hands still on the steering and his legs still on the breaks.“Take your legs off the breaks," the instruction came from the vehicle behind him.“What the fuck is he saying?" he asked himself.“Get your legs off the brakes," the instruction came, and th
This was also the very first time Victor would be humiliated publicly. By the time he got home, he was sent to vent his anger on any domestic staff that showed up in his way. His chest swelled with anger over the humiliation he had just received a moment ago. He screeched into the front of his father’s mansion and pulled just a few minutes away from the building with his suit in his hand.A notification soon pops up on his phone. He squints his eyes and peers into the screen to read it.“I am not ready for all of right now,” he signed and locked his phone screen. He punched the doorbell, and in no time, the maid came running. From where he was standing, he could hear the light thuds on the floor as she approached. When she pulled the door, she came face-to-face with two dangerously looking pairs of eyes. She has always known Victor to be rude, and she has no choice but to greet him still because he is her boss.“You are welcome, sir." Margret greeted. Victor didn’t even bother to gi
In front of the Greene Group building, Kayla worked.Kayla had earned her reputation as a renowned businesswoman at Greene Group, the largest Jewish mall in the city. The family was known for its vastness in the Jewish business coupled with a decade of excellence. Their products were top-notch, and no other company in the city matched their energy when it came to delivering quality products.Not only was she charming, but she was extremely capable of handling the branch as the branch head. She had worked for this family for ten years with dedicated service and loyalty that she could pass on to her family.As she pulled into the parking lot, she spotted a familiar car at the end of the parking lot. She decided to pay no attention to it. She wasn’t going to let anything of minor importance disturb her peace this morning. She took out the brush and laid her hair flat, and when she was sure it was neat enough, she grabbed her bag and made her way out of the car. Just as she got out, she
The bang on Kayla’s door got her lifting her eyes from the system sitting before her on the desk. Kayla’s office held an ambience of a harmonious blend of professionalism and warmth. Streamlined chairs, designed for both comfort and functionality, dot the workspace, creating a seamless balance. On the wall, diverse picture frames were proudly displayed, capturing moments of achievement and shared experiences with stakeholders.On her left is a medium-sized counter built into the wall. It contained a lot of files and other official documents valid for her position.Whoever it was didn’t even wait for her to approve their intrusion.“Mr. Taylor Greene,” she called in shock. She stood in utmost bewilderment. Mr. Taylor never shows up at the store unless there is an emergency.She quickly got up from her seat with a smile on her face, but the smile quickly disappeared when she sensed Mr. Taylor wasn’t here to play.“Is there a problem, sir?” She asked, wiping her hand against her dress.“
Twenty-four hours was ample time to plan his movements, and he was not surprised when nothing went right. His arrival time was suitable: 11 a.m., Wednesday, June 10. Peter had hoped to park illegally in the wide parking space. He was ready to make trouble, but after a second thought, he changed his mind, as it would raise his social status, especially now that his bucket list of enemies piled up with each passing day. Greene Group is part of the companies he has huge shares in. From the records, his father had bought a large share of stock that was ten times the initial buying price.He is to have a meeting with their CEO in a few days, but since Mr. Taylor has decided to bite more than he can chew, it was best to pay him a cold visit.Peter pulled in, screeching his car's wheels hard against the tarred floor. A few other cars were parked. He was lucky to find a space besides one white SUV. He peered outside through his tinted glass. His Bentley stood out amongst all the other cars
The next morning, a man dressed in a well-tailored suit pulled in front of the Green Mall. He stepped out of his luxurious car and adjusted his suit collar briefly. With his suitcase in his hand, he worked directly into the building. Mr. Taylor had seen him through the transparent door even before he walked into the building.He knows his instinct never lies to him. Peter had threatened to get his lawyers involved in the matter before leaving yesterday, but he didn't think it would actually manifest until this strange, fine man walked into his mall with a briefcase."How—how may we help you, sir?" he stuttered. The order sales personnel had their eyes fixed on the man."You could be of help. In diverse ways," the man grinned at Taylor. —I'm Attorney George Clayson; I was sent here by Mr. Peter Coleman, and I bet you know him.".When the man heard him, he nodded. His instinct couldn't have failed him this time."Can we please talk privately... in my office?" he begged as he scanned the
"What is this nonsense I see all over social media about you stealing from a store?". Kennedy barked at his son, who was still lying lazily on the bed.Victor rolled up on his back, squinting his eyes to adjust to the bright light filtering into the room from the window."I'm talking to you, Victor Coleman. Don't lay there acting like you don't know what I am talking about. You know exactly what the hell I am talking about.".Victor sniffed, adjusting himself to his position. He wipes the crust off his eyes."What is it, dad? You are interrupting my moment."."Get up, man; we are in a deep mess, and you caused it." He said it angrily, shoving the phone into his chest. Victor took the phone. His eyes widened when he saw his face in front of the screen. He wiped his eyes."What's this?""I should be asking you dumb heads; you are just incompetent, and I think it's getting worse by the day. We have bigger plans to focus on, but no, you would rather choose to make a woman jealous by going