"Permit me to ask what you know about my relationship with this family?" Oscar shut him out with a frown, "I mean, let us assume that you were correct, what would you have said caused the dispute?" Oscar asked him while waiting for his response with a furious glare. "I'm just saying the truth and you know it but refuse to accept it, that's the way it is, Mr Oscar, you... "Stop it, Marcus," Briggs cut his assistant off immediately to stop him from saying anything to make matters worse. Only he understood the intensity of the dispute and wished that Marcus had never brought it up in the first place. "Mr. Briggs, the least I expected from you was to bring your assistant to insult me. I've known him for quite a while and he never watches his words. Just tell him to be careful with me, or he will regret it... "You'll also try to silence me now huh?" Marcus interjected. "I said, shut up! Marcus!" Briggs yelled, resisting the urge to slap his assistant across the face. He then tu
While resting on the seat, Oscar was able to contain his fury, he came out of the car and took a deep breath, and all that he could think in his head was, "Let me give this person another chance to apologise, and if Marcus as much as says one more word to me at that table, he'll go home with bruises." Upon getting back to the table, they all stared at him like a figure to behold, even the Great Pyramid would be shocked if it were to get that much attention. "Ahem," Oscar cleared his throat first, "I apologise for walking out of the table, but if Marcus says another word to me, he'd regret coming here today, and I won't repeat myself, I'll just take action. " In response to his words, Marcus rolled his eyes and looked away, while Oscar proceeded, "Now," He said, "What have we agreed upon?" "Well," Albert decided to speak for all, "If you are not willing to settle this amicably without involving the court, then yes, we are okay with it." "Good," Oscar interjected.
Oscar's flight to Netherlands was quite exciting, it was his first time on a first class aeroplane, and not just that, the plane belonged to him, and the exterior and interior all had the Slytherin Empire logo on them. He had never had such a peaceful flight, with just him, Leo and Tom on the plane. A couple of bodyguards were with them as well, but that was just it. It was both spacious and very luxurious, but it did not change the fact that Oscar was uncomfortable on air, but he was too mature to show the uneasiness. After they landed at the airport, he took a deep breath and thought, "Well that was a safe flight, thank God." But when he stepped out of the plane, he couldn't believe what met his eyes, there was a whole media crew, with cameras and microphones. There was also a red carpet running from the end of the aeroplane steps to his car not too far away. "How were they able to set this all up in a matter of seconds?" He pondered, but chose not to dwell on it and it d
"The train station?" Oscar asked. He looked out the window but saw no train, nor any signs that indicated that there was a train station around the area. "Yes sir," Leo replied, "Remember when I told you that I can't explain the process? Well, you will understand that now." Before Leo could finish his words, Tom opened the door on the left side for Oscar and the young man stepped out of the car, not knowing what he was about to face. Upon stepping out, he saw that they were in a large hall, like an abandoned airport all, without a single furniture or gadget. Before he could wonder what was happening, another car pulled up in front of him, but calling this a car was just wrong. It drove on a track, just like a train, and following the trial, Oscar noticed that the track led into a tunnel at the far end of this empty hall. The length of the car was two times the length of a limousine but its exterior design looks like what came out of a futuristic science fiction movie. As s
"Well this is temptation, and I'd rather just go into the room and finish the sleep I started on the train," Oscar said to himself as he stole a glance at the kitchen door where she had passed, and walked into the room. He closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of the bed so that he could take off his shoes. Once done, he laid back on the bed, only to be interrupted by yet another knock on his bedroom door. For a second, his heart skipped a beat when he thought that it was the maid, but his mind was laid to rest when he realized that it was just some bodyguard who had come with his box containing the clothes he'd wear, and they helped him arrange them in the wardrobe before leaving. He laid back down and closed his eyes, and soon enough, Oscar drifted off into slumber, and there, things were not as peaceful as he hoped for them to be. ____ He was seated in a hall along with a large number of people, an estimate of two hundred and seventy men were seated in this huge
Dora sighed heavily as she looked at the mirror in front of her, her father had just left her house and now she was alone with a sad expression, not because he left but because of his reasons for coming to see her in the first place. She looked at herself and said, "Is this what you were meant to be? A door mat, an asset for your father to gain power?" As much as she did it for the family, Dora felt hurt by the wickedness, because having to date a man that was more than twice her age for business sake was just depressing. Sure he was wealthy, but wealth is nothing when there is no love, he claimed to love her, then sure, but she doesn't. She couldn't understand why no one else saw this as a shame but her. The doorbell rang and she heaved a sigh of relief, it was none other than Briana, her closest friend. She had invited Briana over because she knows she would be left depressed after her father's visit. "Come in," she said, and her best friend opened her bedroom door and walked
On the top floor of a twelve-story building, a man looked down at the city through the glass balcony that was extended from the body of the building. His gaze fell upon the large dome that stood out amidst those building and a smile crept upon his face, such a smile that shows when a person has evil plans. "Tomorrow will be epic," He whispered, and took a sip from the glass of wine in his hand, while the other was in his pocket. "I don't understand why you want to kill a bunch of innocent people just because of one person," The voice of a lady spoke to him from behind, and without looking back, he chuckled. "And, uhm, may I ask who you are to stop me from doing any of that?" He asked, still keeping his eye on the dome. "I may not be able to stop you, but I can tell you that you will suffer severly for this if you get caught, you will die miserably. Let me ask you, do you have any idea what the man even look like?" "I don't need to know," The man cut her off, "All I kno
The next day, a day that so many people had been looking forward to, the special day for businessmen who were willing to attend this conference and of course the ladies who were willingly or begrudgingly going to escort them to the venue and leave once the time is due. It is also a good day for Oscar as he has been looking forward to this event for over a week. However, after that dream he had, he couldn't help but feel like something would go wrong at the conference. Maybe not as drastic as what he saw in the dreams, but he believed that some issues might start a conflict which may lead to people exiting the hall in anger. This was his very own interpretation of the dream, and he was okay with it. At least, he was quite sure that if a conflict arose, Tom and the others would get him to safety and unlike he saw in his dream, he'd surely listen and save himself. Since the conference starts at eleven am, he didn't bother rushing out of bed but took his time to wake up, had break