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
Peter was still working on the files when he got a message from the minister to meet him up at a private restaurant. It was just a few minutes to four o'clock."I shall be with you shortly, sir," Peter said and quickly put down the receiver. He packed his bags and shitholed his system. After the meeting, he was going home.He hurried out of the building. He met Victor while walking slowly into his office like he had seen a ghost. He paused and glared at Peter when he approached his door."Is there anything you have to tell me, Victor?" Peter questioned."Something like what?". Victor straightened up. His eyes brightened as he feigned a confused look at his cousin."You know what I am talking about.".Look, I do not have the time to stand your pettiness today; I am a very busy person. If you do not have any good things to say, move!". Victor snarled.He had no respect for his boss because he saw Peter as his younger cousin, who only got the opportunity to become his boss before his fat
Tyler nodded in approval. If the boss had said he would retaliate for what was done to his car, then he, a mere assistant, had no right to be upset. He drove the car at an average speed limit, just the way his boss liked it.Peter could have also called his driver to bring in another car or even called car manufacturers directly to ship a brand-new one to his office, but he didn't. He already has a fleet of cars, some of which he hasn't touched yet.Tyler watched him through the tears from time to time. Peter's calmness about the whole matter seemed to baffle him. Now that he already knows who the culprit is, apprehending him wouldn't be much of a deal.He took the right turn, towards the Pikaty Bridge. The traffic lights turned red just as he got to the bus top. He stepped on the brakes, causing a sudden halt.Tyler drummed his hand on the steering as he patiently waited for the pedestrians to cross over from both sides and for the lights to count down to zero. He shut his eyes for a
"A problem?" Peter asked, surveying the minster's face, Fiona before turning to look at Tyer, who had a blank expression spread all over his face like jam on bread."Yes, there is a little problem. The petitions came from a legal practitioner stating that you have no ownership of the business you claim to run. Please do not get me wrong. I duly believe that you are a sure breed of the late icon.Your father was my high school friend, and that is why I picked up an interest in working with you aside from your big name and superb expertise. We need to counter those claims by reviewing your documents. All of it." The minister said. He wiped his lip with the napkin on the table."Well, thank you for drawing my attention to this case. I think I have internal enemies working against me. They've been trying too hard to kick me out of my position, but I won't let that medley into my business. Family struggles and feuds would be adequately attended to too.I sincerely apologize for any inconve