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
The entire bar was thick with darkness. Only the occasional blink of the center lights up the faces of the guests in the club.Victor sat in the corner of the hall, a cigarette burning on his lip. He took in a long drag and puffed a huge cloud of smoke from his mouth and nostrils.He watched the strippers dance half-naked on the poles with their heels. He trapped his thighs together, squeezing his muscles tight.The lady danced a bit closer to him, sticking out her tongue and tracing a finger down to the large flesh exposed on her chest. Victor's heart leaped a bit. He dipped his hands into his pocket and brought out bundles of money. He gave some of it to the lady and smacked her slightly on the buttocks."Would you like to go in with me to my room?" He asked, licking his soft lip in a sexy way. The lady shook her butt in his face and grabbed him by the arm.He followed her lead till they got into an empty corridor, and when he was sure they were out of reach from the crowd, he press
Victor was the very first person to pull in at the Greene Ville Mall. The mall hasn't opened yet. He checked his time; it was seven o'clock in the morning. He checked the time on his car dashboard to confirm.Sitting in his car, enjoying his music, while he waits for the first person to resume work.His intention is to see Mr. Taylor in person, so he will deliver the stolen piece of jewelry to him in person.He wasn't going to take the risk of handing it to anyone this time. He whistled along with the song that came on the radio. Just then, he spotted a car pulling in slowly from the entrance."That had better be Mr. Taylor; I do have that much time to waste here because of this ancient jewelry." He tossed the pack to the side. He sniffed, tuning the A/C to a conducive degree.He has always had the energy for a cold since he was a little boy, and this morning he isn't properly covered apart from the three-piece suit he is putting on.Taking chances at the office today was something he
The meeting lasted for about an hour. Victor could not defend the missing funds in some of the accounts.He kept silent, his hand trapped across his mouth. His father wasn't present in the meeting, and everything was being said. He has to act fast before the truth is discovered.Before Coleman's passing, Victor and his father had been involved in a major loot that affected the company badly. He has tried to cover the holes so well, but the auditors hired are different from the ones his father has always used.They always had a deal to strike after the loot holes had been locked, and the remaining would be shared among themselves.By the time the meeting ended, Peter had asked Victor to stay back."Sit please"."There are going to be a few changes around here, and if you want to continue working here, you have to obey my rules."."What changes are you talking about?""Calm down". Peter said.He looked at Victor closely. The large hall held a tense smell of contempt between the two men.