Somewhere in Debbie and Simon's apartment, the duo's were busy wat hing TV when they came across a live broadcast.THE DEATH OF THE ALMIGHTY ANDREW LAFAYETTE.THE DEATH OF THE EMPEROR OF THE BUSINESS WORLD!Those were the headlines of the news."The chairman is dead!?" Simon jumped up in disbelief.The chairman was nice to him, while he was still a staff at the Lafayette Group."I think so. Let's get the full story." Debbie said.They patiently listened to what the broadcaster had to say as they weren't pleased with the occurrence."He really is dead." Simon shook his head. He was forced to accept the sad truth."Who would be his successor? Does he have a son or a daughter?" Debbie asked as she didn't know much about Chairman Lafayette.She only knew about the Lafayette Group and the Lafayette family as it happens to be the wealthiest and influential family in the country.About the heir, she didn't know if the deceased Lafayette had one."I don't think he has a successor. I wonder wh
Butler Lucas walked briskly towards Roland's room, his mind racing with thoughts of how to handle the situation that had arisen. The young master was in a state of shock and grief after the sudden death of his father, Chairman Lafayette. Butler Lucas knew that this would be a difficult time for him and that he would need all the support he could get.As he entered the room, he found Seraphina, Roland's maid, already there. She was tidying up the room and placing fresh flowers in a vase on the bedside table. Butler Lucas knew that Seraphina had a special place in her heart for Roland, and he trusted her to take care of him during this difficult time."Good morning, Seraphina," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "I need to speak with you about the young master."Seraphina turned to face him, her eyes filled with concern. "Is everything alright, Butler Lucas?" she asked."No, I'm afraid it's not," he said, taking a seat on the edge of Roland's bed. "As you know, the young master
The day of Chairman Lafayette's funeral had arrived, and Roland felt a deep sense of sadness and grief as he prepared for the solemn occasion. He dressed in a black suit and tie, his face somber and serious as he looked at himself in the mirror.Butler Lucas entered the room, his expression grave as he approached Roland."Young master, it's time to go," he said, his voice low and mournful.Roland nodded, his eyes filled with tears. He had loved his father deeply, and the thought of his loss was almost too much to bear.As they made their way to the funeral site, they were surrounded by a sea of highclasi mourners, all dressed in black and weeping openly. The media was also present, capturing every moment of the tragic event.Roland could feel their eyes on him, and he knew that he was expected to show strength and courage during this difficult time. But he felt as though he had lost a part of himself, and he struggled to keep his emotions in check.As they arrived at the funeral si
Roland stood alone in the vast empty space of his father's mansion. The air was thick with the scent of flowers and the sound of his father's favorite hymn playing softly in the background. The funeral had been a grand affair, attended by all the top dignitaries from around the world, but now, it was just him and the memories of his father.He looked around the room, taking in the somber atmosphere, the walls adorned with his father's portraits and the many awards he had won over the years. Roland's eyes rested on one particular picture, the one where his father had received the Nobel Peace Prize. It was a picture that had always filled him with pride, but now it only served to remind him of what he had lost.The sound of footsteps pulled his attention away from the photograph, and he turned to see his father's closest friend and business partner, Mr. Wilson, approaching him."Roland, I am so sorry for your loss," Mr. Wilson said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.Roland
The next morning, Roland woke up feeling a sense of purpose. He knew that he had to step up and take charge of his father's company, the Lafayette Group. He got dressed and headed to the office, feeling a sense of pride as he walked through the hallways, knowing that he was carrying on his father's legacy.As he entered the conference room, he saw that all the top executives of the company were present. They all stood up as he walked in, and he felt a surge of confidence as he took his seat at the head of the table."Good morning, everyone," he said, his voice steady and firm. "I know that we are all still grieving the loss of my father, Chairman Lafayette, but we have a company to run, and I intend to carry on his legacy."There was a murmur of agreement around the table, and Roland felt a sense of relief knowing that he had the support of his father's top executives."I want to thank all of you for your hard work and dedication to this company. I know that my father held each and
Anthony sat in his dimly lit room, the only source of light coming from the glow of his laptop. He mindlessly scrolled through his social media feed, not really paying attention to the various posts and articles. But then, something caught his eye."Chairman Lafayette Dead at 67," the headline read. Anthony didn't really care much for politics or the rich and powerful, so he was about to scroll past it when something else caught his attention.An interview with Roland Lafayette, the Chairman's son. Anthony's eyes widened in shock as he read the title of the article. He had always heard rumors about the Lafayette family and their immense wealth and power, but he never thought he would come across something like this.As he watched the interview, Anthony's mind was spinning. He couldn't believe that Roland was the heir to the Lafayette property. The interview was so strange, with Roland seeming almost too calm and collected in the face of his father's death.Anthony sat there for wha
Anthony decided to dress up for the meeting, as he wanted to make a good impression. He picked out his best suit, which was a navy blue pinstripe. He paired it with a crisp white shirt, black shoes, and a matching belt. He styled his hair neatly, and put on his favorite cologne. He looked in the mirror, and was satisfied with his appearance.He made his way to the restaurant where Roland wanted to meet. It was a fancy place, and he felt a bit out of place. He walked in and saw Roland sitting at a corner table. Roland was dressed in a black suit, and he looked somber. Anthony approached him, and Roland stood up to greet him."Anthony, thank you for coming," Roland said, his voice low."Of course, Roland. You wanted to see me?" Anthony asked."Yes, please sit down," Roland gestured to the chair opposite him. "I wanted to talk to you about my father."Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Your father? I'm sorry for your loss, but what does that have to do with me?"Roland hesitated for a moment
Roland woke up early in the morning, his mind clear and focused. He had put his father's death behind him and was ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. As he sat up in bed, his maid, Seraphina, walked in with a tray of breakfast."Good morning, young master," she said with a smile."Good morning, Seraphina," Roland replied as he got out of bed. "I have a big day ahead of me today. I need to be at the Lafayette Group by 9 am."Seraphina nodded and helped Roland get dressed. She picked out a crisp white shirt and black pants for him, and then helped him tie his tie. As she buttoned up his shirt, she couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked. "Is everything okay, Seraphina?" Roland asked, noticing her staring at him."Yes, young master," she replied quickly. "You look very handsome today."Roland smiled and thanked her. He grabbed his briefcase and headed downstairs, where Butler Lucas was waiting for him."Good morning, young master," Lucas said, bowing slightly."Good m