A new week began. Alfred was seen in an office, seated with some documents in front of him. He was busy with the files as he read through them.Very early that morning, he had traveled to the next city where their under-constructed company is located. He had traveled there because the Wendy family had decided to sell off the property to pay off their loan.They shouldn't have bothered about selling it; they should have just handed over the property to Mr. Huge in exchange for their loan repayment.But they didn't do it that way because they believed the property would be worth hundreds of million dollars.Although they haven't spent such a huge sum on the property, they all expected it to add value as long as it's a building.So it would have been unwise if they submitted the under-constructed company document to Mr. Huge. It would be more like paying him more than the loan they took.They should have sold the property at first to make use of the money for the anniversary celebration,
"What's going on? What could have been the reason they had a change of mind?" Alfred was asking himself all these questions as he was finding it difficult to understand the sudden change from their end.He was quite worried about it because the chat he had with them was still the smoothest among all the companies and individuals who showed interest in the property.His worries grew bigger because he felt like, if the company who showed the highest interest could change their mind, it means the deal isn't safe with the ones who show a little interest. Maybe there is a problem somewhere that the Wendy Group didn't have knowledge about.As he was having all sorts running around his head, his phone began to ring. Quickly, he checked for the caller but the number wasn't familiar. Without hesitation, he picked it up, pressing the phone to his ear."Hello," his voice was in a mid tone."Yes, sir. I'm at the site now, I can't find you."Alfred had a chill run through his spine upon hearing th
Alfred gripped his head in anger as all sorts of thoughts ran through his mind. It felt as though his head would explode at any moment. Mr. Lewis's words echoed in his mind, driving him to the brink of madness."What is all this nonsense?" he muttered through gritted teeth, enraged and indignant.His irritation grew with each passing moment. He wished Mr. Lewis were his age; he wouldn't have hesitated to deliver a resounding slap.Although he knew it was impossible, countless thoughts raced through his mind.How could he slap a client just because he mentioned an unfavorable price? It was unthinkable. After all, it was just business, right?But for Alfred, it was more than just business. The property held all their hopes, the means to pay off their debts and revive their business.The Wendy Group had already collapsed, so if they had some millions left after paying Mr. Huge, they could rebuild.The building was the only way out for the Wendy family. They couldn't tolerate selling it f
David was on a call on his balcony. The voice at the other end was a lady's voice. The voice was very soft and warm, giving off a romantic vibe.The owner of the voice was Sandra. Ever since David had helped her home, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She was amazed at how sympathetic and caring he was.She was particularly curious as to why David had asked about the business she would like to do so that he could help. It was surprising, considering that he only knew her as a sales representative for a housing company. That was the extent of their relationship. If it was because she attended to him well, then it was clear that she was just doing her job.However, Sandra called to express her gratitude for him taking the time to drive her home the other day. She understood how precious time was to someone like him.She intended to speak softly over the phone, as it was a new morning and everything had to be gentle."Do you sleep well, sir?" Sandra asked, her voice cool and calm.Da
"I can't pay more than $15 million for this building."Alfred was startled upon hearing this. His brain refused to process the message on time. He had a mixture of feelings at the moment. He was feeling so irritated with the man before him. He was also feeling disappointed and devastated too.The man before him was the interested buyer whom he had told his family members about, Mr. Kelvin Cargill.'Why would an interested buyer price this building at just $15 million? Isn't that wickedness?''Okay... What if he had no interest? How much would he have priced it for?'All of this was going through Alfred's mind before the man broke him out of his reverie."Why is it taking you forever to say something? I don't have much time to spend here."Alfred heaved a heavy sigh before he said, "The price for the building is $50 million. Be considerate, Mr. Kelvin."The man widened his eyes; it seems he was surprised by what Alfred just said."Of course, I'm being considerate enough. Don't you thin
David stepped out of a cab. He was dressed in a white casual shirt and gray trousers. He paid the cabbie and turned towards the entrance of Cicada Hotel.He had asked Camilla to meet him at the hotel by 4 P.M. David arrived five minutes earlier than the agreed time because he values punctuality and doesn't like to be late for appointments.Just as David was about to enter the hotel, he heard a screeching sound of a car entering the hotel's parking lot."Boss!" David turned toward the voice and saw Camilla."Oh, she arrived early too." David smiled slightly to himself.It was clear that Camilla also valued time. She hurriedly approached her boss. She respected David greatly and didn't want to waste a single second of his time. She was indeed time-conscious."Take it easy, Camilla. I think we have enough time.""I know that, sir. But I dare not waste any of your time." She bowed respectfully."Come on! You don't need to do all this, especially when we're outside." David lifted her up fr
Inside the luxurious private room, David sat on a comfy sofa, as did Camilla. A fancy table was in between the two of them. The room was so cool and comfortable.Gazing at the empty table between them, David asked Camilla, "What would you like? This table shouldn't be empty." He stood up and moved close to a fridge in the luxurious room."I think I'm okay, sir," she disclosed.David tilted his head and argued, "You think you are? I disagree."Camilla had a little smile on her face, wondering why her boss was treating her more informally this time. Which was okay with her.It's a great privilege to be with such a billionaire in that atmosphere."Okay, a bottle of water is fine." She didn't want to continue the argument with her boss.David reached for a chilled bottle of water and served her. As long as that was what she had requested and besides, water is life.Camilla took a few sips and pushed her body forward to sit more appropriately. She was still curious about what her boss was
Camilla had the call on speaker as she was speaking with Mr. Phillip. She had explained everything her boss had ordered her to say, and Mr. Phillip had been trying his best to persuade Camilla."Miss, could you please visit our station to help us with further information? I believe you still have a lot to tell us about those criminals," Mr. Phillip had a lot of interest in the case, which was evident in his voice. He had been stressed because of the case and now that he had received helpful information, he didn't want to let Camilla go just like that.Before Camilla made the call, she had first made her number private to avoid any traces of who was calling.David himself planned everything this way because he just wanted to watch all his foes suffer while he hid behind the curtain, seeing them reap what they sowed.David should have just reached out to Camilla over the phone and requested the officer's number, but no, he had other plans. He had invited Camilla over to make the call ri