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
Kennedy ran out of the house. He had given himself a few days off work due to his health. Peter's sudden arrival was doing him more harm than good.The young man has practically removed his name from the stakeholder list, a major blow to his finances.He wasn't going to kill himself about work any longer, and who knows, the jerk might wake up one morning and kick him out. The call from the cell sounded urgent. He adjusted his glasses the moment he got into the car. A grey ribbon flew off from the ground, piercing the side mirror.He sighed in frustration before getting out of the car to pull it off. Nothing was going to ruin his day, not even the damn ribbon that found its way to lay on his precious car. He locked the door and wiped the sweat off his face. Turning on the ignition, he turned on the radio as he drove out of his mansion premises.He hooked loudly, and he zoomed off towards the express. A signpost with an arrow stood on the left, directing toward the path to take. He quic
The correctional officers opened up the cell doors as early as 6 a.m. Victor had spent the whole night wondering why he was being treated like an inmate. He hasn't been tried yet, but all because his cousin has some little change to throw around, he is being treated like a piece of sh*t.The moment he heard the keys rustle from behind the door, he knew they had come with their strange morning routine. How can he explain to these daft heads that he is not an inmate; he hasn't been sentenced to jail by anyone yet? He wasn't serving a jail term, but the way they treated him says otherwise. "Stand away from the door, if you're there." The correctional officer warned. Victor opened his eyes slowly, but the moment he stepped in, he shut his eyes tight."Hey buddy, it's time for your morning exercise; get up." The male voice rang out.Victor folded his hands between his legs and continued to sleep. Get up, man! The officer screamed, but Victor was still adamant about getting up. His Saturda
Kennedy thanked the officials and headed for the parking lot with Victor behind him. His entire body aches from the beatings he has received. He needed a good bath and a good sleep if he could get some. They had just driven a few inches away from the prison yard when his phone rang. He has missed taking calls from people. The one week he spent in prison was the worst week of his life. The inmates hated him, and the officials behaved like they'd been bribed to beat the hell out of him. He rested his head and answered the phone. "Hey! I have been trying to reach you for some days now. What happened? Victor rolled his eyes as Mia's voice resonated through the speaker. "I have been in prison," Victor responds with sarcasm. She had called at the wrong time and just didn't want to be rude. If she were smart, which, of course, he knows she is not, she would have picked up from his voice that he wasn't ready for any news or plans she had for him."What do you even mean by that?" She queried
Peter resumed work in a new car. He had gotten this one over the weekend. A black 2023 BMW x3. He parked in his space, a spit that had once been his father's space. He got out of his car and adjusted his suit. The security man ran towards him and greeted him with a handshake. This week, he has plans to deduct Victor's pay if he doesn't show up.Salaries will be sent out this morning, just like I instructed the accountant to do. Victor and his father have broken so many rules as regards work, and he wasn't going to let them go Scot-free. No wicked man deserves a second chance. That has always been Peter's motto, even before he met his father, but he has been lenient enough with this so-called family of his. His father had taught him one thing before his death: family was important, but not when it comes to business; otherwise, you would go bankrupt, and the same family members would troll you for being broke and poor. From the day he confirmed his identity with his father, he made a
"You should be thankful I have a good heart," Peter said without raising his eyes. Victor fumed, and his heart swelled in his chest. There was nothing he had to say to his cousin. After standing for a while, he left. Banging the door behind him, he walked straight into his office.Peter knows exactly how to treat his kind. "Please sit," Peter told his assistant. Tyler didn't waste time jumping on the seat. He has always hated Victor's guts. "Have you sent the message I asked you to send to the production department?" Peter voiced his curiosity. "Sir?" Tyler wondered. He searched his head into his soul; he didn't remember having that kind of conversation with his boss."I asked a question, Tyler. Why are you stalling?"."Sir, you never asked me to send a message to the production team. I only have the schedule, which I have already read. That's what you asked me to reschedule, sir." Tyler replied with a soft tone. "Oh! My bad. I was about to ask you to reach out to them before I wa