Caspian's footsteps thudded hard as a lady, accompanied by a team of staff members, approached him. "Young Master Caspian, welcome."
"Standing before you is Emily, the hotel manager. I heard about the incident yesterday and offer my sincere apologies for the inconvenience caused by my staff."
"I promise that such won't happen again," she assured him.
"No problem, there's no need to dwell on it," Caspian replied with a sly smile.
Emily said, "But, Master, you still look offended."
Caspian brushed off her concern with a dismissive sound.
"Trust me, I've already let go of the incident," he assured her.
"Can we have lunch together? I'd be glad if you could," Emily suggested as she moved closer to him.
"Sure, let's go," Caspian nodded in agreement. He then turned to his henchmen, Nox and Scorpion, and instructed them, "Stay here. I'll be back soon." Caspian joined Emily as they strolled toward the elevator.
In just five minutes, the elevator whisked them to the fancy restaurant. Their reserved table awaited, and they were seated upon arrival.
Out of nowhere, a waiter gracefully placed a tray on the table. One of the three dishes on the tray was a Ploughman's Platter, while another was an Insalata di Pollo. Glasses of Prosecco, sparkling Bourbon wine, and Espresso drinks were served to enhance their dining experience.
"Why three dishes? The waiter should take one of them back," Caspian inquired.
He raised his eyebrows and locked eyes with his father, Gerald, who sat in the chair, his body slouched.
"Dad? Is that really you? I can't believe it..."
Gerald smiled warmly, "Yes, my son. It's me. I know it must have been a shock not knowing where I was all this time."
Caspian leaned in closer, his voice filled with zeal, "How did you find me, Dad? I thought I had disappeared without a trace."
Gerald nodded knowingly, "It took me a long time, Caspian. I searched for hours on end to find any lead that would lead me back to you. We explored every possibility - TV ads, online posts - but it seemed like there was no end in sight. But I had a feeling... Knowing you're not one to embrace the digital world, I had to come up with a different approach."
Caspian was intrigued, "What did you do, Father? How did you manage to track me down?"
Gerald smiled proudly, "Well, my son, I knew you weren't a fan of the internet, so I thought if you use it regularly, it wouldn't be difficult for us. To bring us together, I sent you that cryptic monetary gift, knowing it would pique your curiosity and guide you to me."
Overwhelmed with emotion, Caspian stood up and embraced his father, "Dad, thanks for going to such lengths to find me. I can't believe it!"
Returning the hug, Gerald said, "You're my son, Caspian. I would move mountains to find you. Now, let's catch up on all the time we've lost."
"It's your turn. The consortium will be yours to manage, so ensure that it is well taken care of," Gerald cautioned Caspian.
"You still have a long journey ahead. I don't want non-family members to take over my company–" Gerald started but couldn't finish his words.
"Hey, I've acquired an expensive villa on a private island owned by the Steele's family for you, a fleet of yachts and.... You have to go over there and enjoy your life."
"Moreover, you'll be receiving millions of dollars as allowances every month," Gerald mentioned.
"Yeah, Dad, I really appreciate it," Caspian smiled.
"Several months from now, you will be attending the World Economic Forum and TED Talks. There's a possibility that you'll have to attend other high-profile conferences in my place."
"Good luck to you!"
"Mind you, make sure you keep these necklaces. Their power is so great that they can make you almost semi-god-like in the eyes of humans," Gerald explained.
"It protected me from the mafia lords and helped me succeed in my business career."
Gerald shrugged and continued, "These necklaces grant you martial arts and medical skills, along with astronomy and tech knowledge. You can even read minds and emotions."
Gerald shrugged and continued, "These necklaces grant you martial arts and medical skills, along with astronomy and tech knowledge. You can even read minds and emotions.""Enjoy your meal!" Emily said, her cutlery clicking."It's delicious and mouth-watering," Gerald remarked, his nose wrinkling in delight."I see that. We've got the best chefs," Caspian said as he poured frothy drinks into two gold tumblers. They clinked their cups and sipped."Master!" Emily winced, giving Caspian a pleasant look.Caspian paused and shook his head, saying, "I'm going to compensate those chefs.""They will each receive $10,000.""I'll volunteer an additional $5,000 as the Young Master's father," Gerald declared, aiming to impress Caspian."Yeah, I'm a cook too," Caspian added.With a subtle leg cross and a gentle smile, Emily showed her appreciation to Master Caspian. Her gaze remained fixed on his face as they ate."Emily, you should take good care of Master Caspian. Remember, he is a divorcee," Ger
Arthur and Diana arrived at the strip club in his Range Rover, the cold breeze barely registering as Diana, wrapped in Arthur's hooded sweater, focused on her mounting anxiety. Their car was greeted by one of the burly bouncers who, with little ceremony, allowed them to enter.Arthur and Diana were led through the dimly lit club by armed guards, moving towards the exclusive champagne room tucked away from prying eyes.Amid her concerns about her ailing company, including the near-bankrupt Luxor Hotel, Diana couldn't fully appreciate the situation. She needed a swift plan to avert disaster, her mind racing even as they approached the guarded door."Pass?" the bouncer shouted, without waiting for an answer, and then let them through.As they approached the door, Diana frowned at Arthur. Her concerns for the failing company weighed on her, and she needed to discuss something important."Diana, are you okay?" Arthur inquired, drawing her closer.Diana's anxious expression didn't go unnoti
She raised the cocktail glass to her lips, unaware of the subtle switch Arthur had executed, her hand trembling as her nerves persisted.But then, her phone vibrated, causing her to drop her glass, her eyes fixed on the message notification that popped up on her screen. Arthur watched, uncertain if she would drink from her now-neglected cocktail.Her eyes widened as she read the words flashing across the screen, her face contorting with anger."Emergency: Mia at the hospital. Heart failure. Come ASAP.""What the heck!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her shockConcerned, Arthur asked, "What's going on, dear?"Panic surged through her like an electric jolt. Mia was her only daughter, her young girl, and the thought of her lying in a hospital bed made Diana's heart race.Diana's voice, rushed and filled with urgency, cut through the chaos. "We need to leave right now. Let's get out of here.""Arthur, it's Mia! She's at the hospital... it's a heart failure." Without waiting for Arthur's
Sirens blared as Caspian stepped out of the car, his hands cuffed by the police. In the background, Mr. Blanc, the administrative manager of the Luxor Hotel, snickered with a noticeably big grin on his face.Caspian smugly nodded at him with a pitiful glance, but it wasn't over yet. "Mr. Blanc," Caspian began, "I'll make you suffer for this."Pausing for dramatic effect, he froze Mr. Blanc mid-step. Not a single word was uttered by the policemen. No one moved until he taunted Caspian with his next words, "Can a man like you afford bail?""You, Caspian, stole money from Diana to buy these expensive clothes and necklaces," he added, bursting into laughter.Caspian replied, "Yes, I stole it, but remember, you're a thief as well. What does this have to do with you and Arthur? Are you two the ones who concocted that vile plan to embezzle funds from Luxor Hotel?"Caspian's anger flared as he disclosed classified information known only to Mr. Blanc and Arthur.This left Mr. Blanc stunned an
Caspian observed as the helicopter's blades slowly came to a halt on the helipad situated on an artificial island known as Delta Island, approximately 7.5 miles away from Elmbridge city. As he disembarked, Emily closely followed."Master Steele," she began, wincing slightly, "Shall we head to your villa?"Noticing a uniformed guard nearby, Caspian approached him, his voice brimming with authority. "Excuse me," he stated, "I'm Caspian Steele. I own a house here and would like to visit it.""Welcome, Master. We've been expecting you," the guard responded. "Your villa is located along Cedarstone Avenue. You can find a car over there." The guard gestured to a parking area.Caspian acknowledged the guard with a nod and wasted no time heading for the electric car. Emily joined him, and they swiftly set off.Although it was a short drive, Caspian couldn't help but admire the lush gardens, the bright skies, fountains, and the captivating modern architectural design along the route.Within min
Caspian was awestruck by the sprawling estate that stretched across acres of land at the Nebulon Conglomerates headquarters as he arrived with Lady Ciara and Emily. His henchmen remained close, while Scorpion and Nox followed behind. They were on their way to the towering skyscraper, a massive 60-story structure made entirely of sleek, reflective, heat-strengthened glass panels. Caspian wondered if he was truly qualified to manage such vast assets, but he knew this was just the beginning of his responsibilities."Is Xceleris Inc. located here too?" Caspian raised an eyebrow at the digital display label on the side of the skyscraper that read 'Nebulon,' with 'Xceleris Inc.' on the left and 'Steele Finance' on the right.Emily explained, "Xceleris Inc., a subsidiary of Nebulon, is an IT firm specializing in Artificial Intelligence, cloud computing, and mini-satellite innovations. Their Executive Director is Arthur Collins."Caspian inquired, "Who is the CEO of Xceleris?"Emily responde
Unbeknownst to Heather, Caspian detected her hidden sympathy for Arthur and the lie she told. He was keenly observant and sensed more beneath the surface."Our cloud assets are nearly flawless," Heather declared as Caspian and her arrived at the cloud service department.Caspian Steele appeared unimpressed. "I'm not convinced. We must enhance its security against cyber threats. Our clients' data must be impenetrable," he insisted, emphasizing tangible results over mere words.Caspian's tone turned stern. "Mere words won't suffice."Caspian left, and then Arthur Collins entered his executive office, where an ambiance of sleek sophistication welcomed him. After scanning his fingerprint to open the door, he settled at a polished wooden desk in a plush leather chair. He opened his sleek Apple laptop and began working.Arthur attempted to video call Heather but received no response. With frustration growing, he muttered, "Come on, Heather, pick up!"Contemplating alternative ways to reach
Early on Monday morning, Caspian Steele arrived at Nebulon headquarters, ready to tackle the day's tasks in preparation for the World Economic Forum. However, his close friend, Jovan, accompanied him.Entering the office adorned with imported marble floors, rare wood paneling, state-of-the-art technology, bespoke artwork, and ambient lighting, Jovan couldn't resist saying, "Impressive place. Feels like a blend of comfort and that chilling fresh air is kinda..."Caspian retorted, "Just some luxuries, Jovan," as they settled into their seats.Jovan chuckled lightly, "Not bad for 'junks.'""Alright, Jovan, let's get to work. Busy day ahead. Make it snappy!" Caspian said, returning to his seat."I've got two things. Mia's not doing well. She needs your help now. If Arthur's causing problems, then deal with him. You've got the power to save her. Please, do something," Jovan urged with sympathy in his words.Caspian exclaimed as he lifted the lid of his $3.5 million MJ’s Swarovski notebook