"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
Tiger wasn't happy with his boss. They escorted him to his house. It was already late when the car pulled up in front of Peter's house. "You shouldn't have let him go''. Tiger said anger accompanied his gestures. This was not what they planned. The plan was to get the culprits one after the other and deal with them, not this pity game the boss was playing."Well, let's say I let them live again. If I wanted to kill anyone, it should be the one who sent them. But not to worry; I have my plans. Enemies must rise as long as you are at the top." He replied. Peter looked back at when he had nothing. He had no friend and no enemy, just his mother and him, except for the crazy family he once married into.Peter got to the door, with Tiger following behind him. You know you must learn to forgive when you are at the top. They planned to get rid of me, yes, but I would let them live their normal lives like I knew nothing, and when they least expected my return, I would strike. "Okay, boss. I
"These fools couldn't do the job. Small job. I think I will have to end this madness myself. Kennedy pulled out a gun from his safe box and came out to the living room."Dad, where are you going with a gun in your hand? '' Victor asked. Panic filled his eyes. He had just driven in from his home. His friend had called to tell him about the failed attempt at the site. He knew no one else would try to disrupt a big project like that except for his father."You look furious; what's going on?". He asked, standing in his father's way."The rif-rafs didn't get the job done right; I want to end this madness." He raised the gun in the air."Whoa! Whoa! What! Come on, Dad, you can't go over to Peter's house with that gun in your hand. He could call the police, and you know what that means. I don't want to go back to that death trap of prison. Please". "No one would know I did it," Kennedy replied defensively. "Peter isn't stupid; the poor boy has planted cameras everywhere, and it will not be
Kayla's parents lived on a hilly residential street shaded by mature trees and lined with older homes. Morning glory and clematis vines were clinging to the mailboxes, and an empty white lattice planter on the front porches was just ready to be filled with vibrant flowers.The botch house sat at the top of a sheep slope overlayed with ivy and rhododendrons. It was a sophisticated two-story cream stucco transcended by a roof of curving pale green Spanish tiles, with the shutters and trim painted the same light green. Peter pulled the white Rolls Royce under the Porte Cochere off the side, then came around the front to open the door for Kayla.For a moment, his eyes lingered on her long, straight legs. He hadn't had the time to comment on her soft, taffy-colored skirt and grey sweater combo, even though she'd rolled the skirt twice at the waistband so that a good three inches of thigh showed through her pale skin-toned hose. She thought he hadn't noticed and figured her beautiful thigh