Peter lifted his head up when the door squeaked open."What was that nonsense about?" Victor asked after banging on the door loudly.Peter has been busy working on a project with his team for weeks."You can see I am busy with my team; you don't have to be rude, banging the door so loud." Peter cautioned with darkened eyes."You will hold no meeting until you give me good reasons why you requested that my name be removed as a stakeholder." Peter blared, totally ignoring the group of people stationed in the office."Gentlemen, please excuse me; we shall continue this shortly." He excused them out of the office.They all sneaked past Victor's back. Three men out of the group of five are actually old staff, so they know how rude and brutal their boss Victor can be."Sorry, sir," each of them mouthed as they walked past him.Peter watched his employees leave the room before speaking to his cousin again."You may sit, that is, if you want." He gestures with his hand. His eyes were still fi
The dim fluorescent lights cast a soft glow in the hall. Music booming a big high above the normal level Victor sat at one end of the VIP lounge, two empty bottles of liquor laid on the table alongside a bottle of chilled water.His eyes were drooling as he turned into his glass the remaining liquor in the third bottle."Excuse me, young lady." He called out to the waiter on the other table. She raised her head to face him. A pen is in her hand as she tries to take down a customer's order. The lady excused herself and walked up to Victor quickly."How may I be of help, sir?" She questioned. His eyes never leave his face. She is shocked at how fast he pushed down two bottles of liquor in just a few minutes of sitting there alone. The blaring music made it difficult for her to hear what he was saying, and she bent over to listen. The strong smell of liquor wafted through her nostrils as he spoke loudly into her."Two more bottles," he signaled finally. She walked over to the bar and pic
Victor slept until housekeeping got tired of waiting; check-out time was noon, no exceptions, and when the maid banged on the door at eleven forty-eight, he yelled something through the door and jumped into the shower.He suddenly remembered he had been with a woman last night, but before he woke up, she was gone. His head banged on one part, and with the hangover still making him drowsy, he was to renew his bill for the room.The telephone came ringing at the bedside, and he picked it up in one stretch.Hello! He cleared his throat. The unfamiliar voice at the other end rang sharply into his ears, causing a. Sensation.He pulled the receiver a bit away from his ear.After he was done with the call, he put down the receiver and rolled his eyes. The manager had called in with the report that he had refused her workers from doing their jobs. He paused, checking his cell phone.Just then, the bang came on again. This time, it was fierce. He sprang up to his feet and turned the key."Good
When Victor got out of the warehouse, he strolled around the building for a moment to make sure no one was hiding before getting into his car. He checked the time on his phone. It was a few minutes past four in the evening. He had not had anything solid to eat all through the day. The hangover had finally cleared off the moment he thought he had come face-to-face with his death.He drove off, taking a different route. The gun was perfectly seated under his seat. Even though it was his licensed gun, he had no right to walk around with it.In no distant time, he was at the heart of the city, driven towards the Atlantic Stiller's restaurant situated by the road. It was a two-story building that held an exquisite restaurant and a bar upstairs. He pulled over and walked in. Mai had texted him the exact spot where she was sitting in the restaurant. As he made his way through the thick, transparent door, he dipped his hand into his pocket and tipped the steward standing by the gate.By now,
"Peter is not dumb and not the governor. If we try any silly moves, we could be traced back to everything we have. Well, you have nothing to lose. As for me, my life depends on this mission. I am doomed if it doesn't work out. Victor said."He's a smart man; I won't even argue that. What plans do you have then? How do we get him to lose this opportunity?" Mia asked. Her major concern is her family and their wealth. If her dad could get his company back and the house, she was fine with it. To make the deal work, she has to input her best, either directly or indirectly.The duo enjoyed their meal in silence, but despite the agreement, each of them had a hidden gender for themselves. Mia wanted more than just her family's wealth. If she could lay hands on one or two, that would be okay for her. Victor, on the other hand, believes that everything under his family name is his. Whether it was bought in Brazil or Tokyo, as long as it has Coleman on it, it was his to possess.By the time the
Dinner with the governor's yacht, a mahogany-framed lounge area with walls enhanced with models of old trimmers and gunboats and guides of the new world.It was the basic deck simply behind the scaffold, down the thin foyer from the kitchen, where the Lebanese chef was working diligently. The formal dining area was around an oval marble table that stood firm and weighed at least a ton. Peter couldn't help thinking about how the Titanic stayed afloat above the water.The governor's table had only two seats this evening, and above it was a small chandelier that rocked with the sea. Peter was at one end, the governor at the other. The first wine the steward brought for the evening was a white burgundy that, following the blistering by two iced Vodkas, was tasteless to Peter. But, of course, not to his host, the governor. It was the governor's best wine, and he wanted Peter to have a taste of his luxurious choices."Peter, you know I am a very detailed man when it comes to business. I was
After Peter finished his dinner with the governor, he was sure that everything would work out fine for him concerning the contract he was bidding for. Within the first few months, he has grown from the low level he was to a very respectable man. And with the help of his father's name, he can unlock chances for himself.All though it looks as though things are a bit stagnant, Peter is sure to seal all the deals with all the top companies and investors he has planned out. He got out of the yacht after his dinner with the governor. His car was packed just at the driveway close to the water. Peter studied the water for a bit.The heavy splash caused the smaller boats to sway from side to side. Peter jumped up to the concrete part a few inches away from where his car was parked. He quickly clicked the key and opened the car door. From his rare view, a black car with tinted glasses positioned itself perfectly.He adjusted his seat belt over his shoulders. His eyes were still watching the ve
"Who could have done that? Who could have been so wicked as to wipe documents off your system like that? And it's not here in the cabinets either."Tyler questioned. Peter stood quiet. I tied the loosening jacket and was off. He paced the room back and forth, punching his hands into each other with a balled fist."Did you leave my office open by chance any day before leaving work?" Peter asked his secretary.At this point, everyone was a suspect, and all critical questions needed to be asked, no matter how heavy they seemed.Tyler shook his head before giving a verbal response. "No, boss, I locked every place properly before leaving the office. I checked everything before leaving."Uhn! What do we do? How do I retrieve those files? I have checked my draft and trash. It's all empty."Hol up a minute, boss, are you talking about the file for the bridge, uhm?""Yes, that's exactly what I am looking for, and I think Victor stole it just to spite me and make me lose out on this deal, but I