A smear campaign is used by another company "in this case (the Caribbean enterprise) to frame another company in this case (Slytherin Empire) mostly private equity companies. You could search for more about smear campaigns if you want but that's just the simplest way to put it.
Tuesday 5:00 a.m The occupants of the Slytherin mansion were pacing from one point to another, each one with a worried expression on their face, who could have guessed that such tragedy would hit the mansion before dawn? Oscar could barely remain calm, his whole body shook in horror and he was sweating all over from anxiety but no one was allowed into the room. Doctors and nurses troped in and out of the room at intervals and none of them answered his question. "We have the situation under control," they said, but Oscar saw bad news on their faces. He knew that something had happened to his mother that they were not telling him. Her scream was what woke him up, for her to scream so loudly to the point where he heard from his room was alarming because both their rooms were far apart from each other. Out of concern, sleep departed from his eyes and he got out of bed and out of the room, only to realise that he wasn't the only one to have heard Amy scream so loudly. Maids
Oscar's arrival at the hospital was no surprise, they already expected that he would be there in no time. However just like it was at the mansion, they didn't let him get a glimpse of Amy, nor see a doctor, so Oscar sat in the waiting areas his elbow on his knees and his head faced down. He was in this position for almost thirty minutes hoping that soon a doctor would be out of the ward and would call his attention to what was going on. Luckily, just as he had predicted, a doctor came out and saw him sitting outside just next to the ward. "Mr. Oscar?" He called and Oscar raised his head, he stood up as soon as he saw the doctor and asked, "Can I see her now?" "No, we can't let anyone in there for the time being, please come with me to the office." The doctor led the way, and Oscar being curious tried to look through the door of the ward but nothing. The glass door was way too blurry to tell what anything inside the room looked like. "Please, sit down," The doctor ushered
Returning to the mansion, Oscar realized that it was already past six a.m, he sighed heavily and threw himself back on the sofa where he prayed for sleep to take him for a few hours. The fatigue was rather surprising to him, but each time he closed his eyes, he couldn't keep them shut, mostly because he was worried and anxious, but it was the same thought that eventually knocked him out, and for the first time, he slept off on the sofa. _____ "Sir?" Oscar woke up after he was tapped several times on the arm. He saw Leo looking down on him all suited up as usual, "I slept on the couch? how embarrassing?" He thought while yawning with his hand over his mouth. "Good morning sir," Leo greeted him, and Oscar stole a glance at the clock on the wall and saw that it was past nine a.m. "I'm sorry to interrupt your sleep but you ought to have had a guest, remember Mr O'brien? he asked me to plead with you and know if it's okay to move the meeting to tonight, he said he is not coming alo
Back to Micheal, he got the message from Mr. O'Brien that the CEO of Slytherin Empire has agreed to meet with him by four p.m. and he was rather excited and anxious at the same time. The fact that it could end in disaster made him more afraid because initially, the CEO didn't want to set his eye on him. However, he planned to act as though wasn't aware that he was going to meet the CEO of Slytherin Empire and let Mr. O'Brien introduce the CEO to him. It was already twenty minutes to the time and Micheal was fully dressed in his black tuxedo, a gold wrist watch and black shoes. He wanted to look good and professional at the same time and he rehearsed every word he was going to say if meets the new CEO. "Good luck," Ellen mumbled and walked up to him from behind. Looking at the mirror in front of them, she adjusted his bow tie and smiled. "Thanks," He replied with a sigh, "I will need it. But, if it doesn't work out this way, then the smear campaign is all we have to try. At
Once the verification at the counter was completed, Oscar and his escort Tom were directed to where Mr. O'Brien was waiting for him, and as soon as he saw the man sitting opposite Mr. O'Brien, he almost wanted to turn back and leave, how could he do that now without making himself look unprofessional and rude. He paused for a second and turned to face Tom, "He is here." "Yes sir, unfortunately. " Tom replied. Oscar couldn't go back now, he gently walked up to the table and put a smile on his face, acting as though he hadn't seen Micheal. "Good day sir, you must be Mr. O'Brien?" He greeted extending his hand for a handshake. At the sight of this young man, a shiver went down Micheal's spine. He refused to imagine it once in his head that Oscar was the CEO of the Slytherin Empire because that would make no sense to him based on all he had learned so far. "Oh?" Mr. O'Brien exclaimed in shock, he had expected a man who was more than fifty years old, not a young man who could be his
"Well? we are all ears." Mr O'Brien replied, with both hands on the table and his eyes fixed on the young man who had barely opened his mouth. "I have done nothing to the Slytherins," Micheal replied, "And even if they claim that I have done anything then they should tell me what it is. It must have been a mistake and I'm being held accountable for it." He stopped and looked at Oscar in the eye, "The person whom I offended may not even be a Slytherin, but a man with a fake identity trying to carry out his revenge on me." "That is oddly very specific, " Mr O'Brien uttered with a quizzical expression and turned to Oscar, "Is there something going on that I do not understand?" He asked. "I don't know, Micheal, is there?" Oscar shot a deadly glare at the young man who was indirectly throwing shades at him, "It is such a shame that this man doesn't feel ashamed or sorry for what he did' Oscar thought to himself. "Mr. O'brien, " Micheal looked at him with a sigh, "This
Oscar sighed as soon as he got back into the car, his face fumed with fury and he struggled to control himself and his rage. "I just need to go home," He uttered, and this surprised Tom because he thought that Oscar got an urgent call from the doctors to come to the hospital immediately. "I thought you were going to the hospital, sir?" Tom asked. "I said that to get me out of that place, I'm not proud of the fact that I lied, but I can't stand someone who lies like that, Micheal is just... just... I don't even know what words to use to describe him." "What will you do now, sir?" asked Tom. Oscar did not respond for a while, his heart was filled with hate and resentment towards Michael that he wished for all men like that to be wiped off the surface of the earth. But he knew quite well that it would all end as wished, so he thought it was best to increase the difficulty level of this game he was playing. He felt that his revenge wasn't solid enough and should be taken to
"What is the matter?" two nurses rushed into the ward immediately worried that the patient must be in critical condition to warrant the urgent call. "Where is the doctor?" Oscar asked them, looking away from Amy who was displeased by his action. "Sir," One of the nurses sighed heavily upon realising that it was a false alarm, "You don't push that button unless it's important sir, we were scared because you pushed the emergency button." "My mother is speaking of death, and you think it's not an emergency? Where is the doc... Oscar's words were cut short when the doctor walked into the room wearing a worried look. "What is going on?" and before Oscar could answer his question, the nurse went on to explain what had just happened to him. "Mr. Oscar?" The doctor turned to Oscar for an explanation and Oscar replied, "She's speaking of death and the fact that she won't survive, I need an explanation to understand what exactly is wrong." "Sigh." The doctor walked past the