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
Peter quickly placed the food on the table and unwrapped it. Kayla unwrapped hers too. She opened the wine and turned it into the two glasses Peter had brought for them.Peter couldn't wait to eat his pasta. "I think I will call off the meeting after eating this whole portion of food," Peter said. He brought the food to his nostrils and sniffed it. "Hmm, that aroma... KFC never disappoints." He commended."You can say that again. These guys are just the best in town." Kayla commented, and she pushed the chunk of chicken in her mouth. Peter nodded his head in agreement. This is just the best pasta he has had so far. The couple eats their meal in a little chit-chat. When they finished, Kayla left for her office while Peter continued with his meetings for the day."It was 4:30 when Kennedy and Victor badged into his office."Oh! Uncle Kennedy, what a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you around here lately." Peter observed. "Save the pleasantries. I am not here for all that bullshit."
Peter couldn't stop laughing at how uncomfortable he made his uncle and his son feel during the short time they spent in his office. Tyler ran into the office with curiosity in his eyes."I saw them walk out angrily. Is everything alright, sir?" Tyler asked. His eyes beamed as he searched his boss's face for answers. "Coleman Group has been awarded the contract to reconstruct the bridge on the south side. Do you remember the contract I was bidding for with the governor? Peter asked."Yes, I do. How can we forget that contract? Congratulations, boss, Coleman will be billions richer than he was." He said this and took one of the half-empty glasses into his mouth. Peter laughed. You should get some more from glass. And you should have seen the looks on their faces when they heard the news. I am not one of those men; they came just to bully and go free. I will hunt them, but this is not the time for that chase. Kennedy and his son will run away from this city by the time I am done wit
It's been two weeks of peace, at least within himself and his family. Peter and Tyler were in his office. A nag lay on the table. Beside it are files scattered on the desk."Get the things ready; the engineers are at the site," Peter informed Tyler. They were still in the office. Work has commenced at the site for the reconstruction of the southern side bridge. His first contract as CEO. He wasn't going to let the chance slip away from his hands, as opportunities like this are not easy to come by. Peter checked his office for anything he might be forgetting before stepping out of the door. Tyler had the other bag strapped to his shoulders as he swayed himself towards the elevator. "You got the cash in there, right?". Yes, boss, we will just stop by the bank and make a quick deposit, and then we shall proceed to the site." Tyler replied with a smile. "It's fine; I'm right behind you," Peter informed him that, on his way, he stopped by the production unit to remind them of the prese
Investigating the incident that had happened at the site didn't take long. With Peter involved, anything was possible. The boys had apprehended one of the men who came for the mission. After Peter was done with the engineers at the site, he asked Alex to drive him to the warehouse after dropping Tyler off.His assistant doesn't have to see how deadly he can be. Whatever he is at the office stays at the office, and whatever life he lives, work is his cross to carry, but he would never mix the two up. Being great and dreaded around town involves knowing how to handle tough men, and with his boys, he was sure to win every single battle on the streets.It was 6:30 p.m. when his car pulled up in front of his warehouse. His shoes scratched the earth as he pinned it out of the car. He stood straight, focused on the massive landscape. The weather-beaten exterior of the warehouse gave him hints of stories untold. Cracked paint peels from the walls like old parchment, revealing the rickety tim