Calvin arrived at the office building close to his residence. He liked the location and decided to take a walk around the area to get a better feel for it. As he strolled through the bustling streets, he found a marketing office and decided to go inside. He was eager to inquire about purchasing a small office/home office (SoHo) unit for the business he planned to start.Inside the marketing office, Calvin was greeted warmly by a sales representative, a young woman with a bright smile and an eager demeanor. "Good morning! How can I assist you today?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm."Good morning," Calvin replied, returning the smile. "I'm interested in purchasing a SoHo unit. I'd like to see what options you have available."As the sales representative began to pull out a brochure, Calvin's gaze shifted across the room, landing on Nancy Johnson. Her eyes met his, and for a brief moment, a flash of hatred and resentment passed between them. Nancy’s face tightened, her lip
Meanwhile, back in the marketing office, Calvin was finalizing his decision on the unit he wanted. The sales representative, unaware of the machinations happening behind the scenes, was busy preparing the necessary paperwork. She handed him a pen and the initial documents to sign."This is a fantastic choice, Mr. Hudson," she said brightly, her eyes sparkling with the prospect of a successful sale. "You'll have a perfect blend of residential and commercial space, ideal for your new venture."Calvin smiled as he signed the documents, feeling a sense of optimism and excitement for the future. "I'm really looking forward to making this space my own," he said, his voice full of anticipation. "It’s the perfect location."As Calvin handed back the signed papers, he felt a sense of accomplishment. He couldn't wait to get started on his new business. Little did he know, James Perry was already plotting his next move, determined to sabotage Calvin's new venture before it could even begin.In h
Calvin walked quickly to his car, determination fueling his every step. Once inside, he pulled out his phone and dialed Caroline Turner, a trusted ally in the real estate world."Hey Caroline, it's Calvin," he greeted as she picked up."Calvin! Good to hear from you," Caroline responded warmly. "What can I do for you?""I need some information on a SoHo unit in a tower that turns out to be owned by James Perry. I want to know everything about it," Calvin explained, his voice steady and determined.Caroline paused for a moment, then replied, "I'll do some checking for you. Give me a few minutes."Calvin waited patiently, his mind racing with possibilities. After a short while, Caroline called back. "Calvin, I have some interesting news. The tower is actually up for sale. James Perry is looking to offload the property but hasn't found a buyer yet. I happen to be one of the agents handling the sale."Calvin's interest piqued. "What's the asking price?" he asked, his tone serious.Carolin
When Calvin left the office, feeling a mix of determination and satisfaction, the real estate manager couldn't hide his smug expression. He pulled out his phone and dialed James Perry's number, eager to share the news."Mr. Perry, it's done," the manager said, pride evident in his voice. "Calvin Hudson tried to purchase a SoHo unit, but I made sure he couldn't. I told him we don't do business with frauds and sent him packing. He looked pretty upset," the manager added, chuckling.On the other end of the line, James Perry felt a brief moment of satisfaction. "Good job," he replied, his voice cold and approving. "You did well. Keep up the good work."The manager beamed, pleased that he had managed to impress his boss. He had been nervous about this confrontation, but seeing Calvin's frustration had been more gratifying than he anticipated. The praise from James Perry made his day. He imagined the smooth sailing ahead in his career, believing he had secured his place by pleasing the powe
As Calvin confidently strode back into the marketing office, all eyes turned towards him, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. The manager spotted Calvin and quickly made his way over, his face contorted with anger."You've got some nerve showing your face here again," the manager spat, his voice dripping with contempt.Calvin met his gaze evenly, unfazed by the manager's hostility. "I have every right to be here," he asserted calmly.The manager let out a mocking laugh. "You really have no shame, do you?" he scoffed. "I'll have security throw you out."Calvin's smile remained unwavering. "Go ahead, try it," he challenged.“Security! Throw this man out of here!” the manager exclaimed, his voice echoing through the office.Just as the manager was calling for security, a wave of notifications flooded the room. Everyone's phones buzzed simultaneously, delivering the same piece of news: the company had changed ownership, and Calvin Hudson was now the new owner.While the sales
James slammed his fist down on his desk, sending papers, pens, and other office supplies flying in all directions. The loud thud echoed through the room, a physical manifestation of his seething anger. He stood there, chest heaving, as the realization that he had unwittingly sold his prized tower to Calvin Hudson gnawed at him. The bitter taste of defeat lingered in his mouth, making him feel nauseous."How could this happen?" James muttered to himself, pacing back and forth in his opulent office. "Calvin Hudson, of all people!"He couldn't wrap his mind around it. How could Calvin, a man he had always regarded as insignificant and destitute, afford to buy an entire tower? Where did he get the money from? James's mind raced, desperately searching for answers."It doesn't make any sense," he murmured, stopping to stare out the window. The skyline of the city seemed to mock him. It wasn't just the financial aspect that baffled him; it was Calvin's sudden transformation. The man who had
As night fell, Calvin arrived home, the house quiet and Lizzie still absent. He smiled, thinking of his sister and hoping she had met a nice man who could one day make her happy. Calvin headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, but as he began gathering ingredients, the front door creaked open, and Lizzie walked in."You're home early," Calvin remarked, glancing at the clock. "It's still pretty early in the evening."Lizzie sighed, her shoulders slumping as she made her way to the kitchen. "I was tired and just wanted to come home," she said, her voice heavy with fatigue.She approached the kitchen counter, watching Calvin as he worked. "Let me take care of dinner," she offered. "You’ve had a long day."Calvin shook his head, waving her off with a gentle smile. "No need, Lizzie. I've got it. You should go rest."Lizzie's lack of enthusiasm was palpable. Concerned, Calvin asked, "Is something wrong?"She hesitated before answering, "I think the guy I liked only sees me as a friend. He b
Calvin's fingers hovered over the screen, ready to end the call. The voice on the other end was shaky, desperate, laced with a venom that only despair can brew. He could hear the ragged breaths, the suppressed sobs that spoke of nights without sleep, days filled with worry."You don't understand, Calvin. Because of what you've done, someone could die."Calvin's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding against the frustration building within him. His thumb hovered, ready to disconnect. "I'm hanging up.""No, wait!" The voice on the other end rose, a mix of pleading and anger, a last-ditch effort to be heard. "You’ve taken away my only source of income. I can’t afford my son’s medical bills now. He’s going to be kicked out of the hospital. Do you hear me? My son!"Calvin froze, his hand trembling slightly. A cold realization settled over him, seeping into his bones. This wasn't just some random caller. The morning's events replayed in his mind—the manager at the real estate office, his sneering