Strategy, a reason people could be good to you. Archer J. Williams smiled softly, his eyes sparkling with something Mr Adejobi could not quite understand.Across from him sat Mr Adejobi, a mam whose presence exuded knowledge and serenity. As they played GO, the ancient board game of strategy, each person waiting for the other to make a first move, President Williams sighed softly, the board before him leading to dead ends only."Will you give up?" Mr Adejobi asked, his face filled with sincere concern that Archer didn't know if he was asking about the game or about the night tomorrow.One thing he did know was, it didn’t matter which one, his answer would be the same."No, I must not." He replied, his eyes flashed with resolve as he made an unbelievable counter move on the board.Mr Adejobi shifted in his chair, surprised that he found a way out"Youre a remarkable player," Mr Adejobi chimed, his face beaming with pride, even though he lost."I used to play with your father, he'd le
92Mr Adejobi exhaled a deep and long breath. His features pensive, yet filled with concern. After what seemed like an eternity, he decided. "The best I can do is support you, son. You're clearly determined."Archer nodded slightly, his resolve hardening with each passing moment. "Thank you, Mr Adejobi. Stay safe until tomorrow."As they prepared to part ways, Mr Adejobi reached into his pocket, withdrawing a copy of an old picture. "This might not mean much, but I hold it dear."Reaching for Archer's hand, he placed it in his hand. "That is a picture of me and your father and you..."As Archer feasted his eyes on the picture, a fuzzy feeling of warmth coursed through him."I look so young," he muttered to himself.Mr Adejobi nodded in agreement. "You were such a happy child, just like James."You never told me why my middle name is James," Archer chimed, suddenly shaking of his daze."You are James, son." Mr Adejobi replied.Archer raised his brows with a questioning look. "But my
Seven Hours Before DinnerThe meeting with the staff and new executives of Sullivan's Distribution company had ended after the President of the company, Tangie Williams charged them to action.Enthusiastic about the changes and progress they were about to make as a team, they went to work almost immediately."I have never seen them like this," Mr Mathew commented as began their own unintended meeting. Uncle Bernard after a while of excitement became somber and pensive.Tangie observing his solemn behavior turned and asked with concern, "Is everything alright, Uncle Bernard?" Mr Mathew joined in, "Are you alright? You've been quiet."Uncle Bernard sighed softly, turning to meet their gazes. "Being excited for change is not enough," he explained, "As a consultant of the company, what strategic advice can I give if asked?"Tangie and Mr Mathew nodded agreeably. It wasn't enough to be enthusiastic about change, although it was a good start, they needed more than just excitement to get
Not to be rude, aggressive, or vengeful but Archer was right. Eva's Pharmaceutical Company was on the verge of bankruptcy."Could you take some time to think about it first?" Eva asked, her eyes dulled with sadness."There is nothing to think about. You're in debt because your investors made zero to little earnings from investing in your company." Archer spoke firmly. "What would I look like buying a company that defrauded people of their money.""Fraud?!" Eva exclaimed, stunned by the word.Tangie and Celestine exchanged glances as the dining table slowly turned tense."Yes, Fraud," Archer bellowed, "Your apparent ignorance of this fact is even more appalling. The investor-investment policy demands a profit for any investment made to your company. Failure to fulfill such demands only means that you did not keep to your own side of the contract. You could be sued to court. My wife will not buy your woes."The room fell silent as Archer's words lingered in the air. Eva, defeated by Arc
Celestine watched Archer leave the dining room, exchanging a slight nod with Mariah. As Archer disappeared into the hallway, Mariah let out a soft sigh. “They need to spend some time together.” “Archer already has too much in his plate.” Celestine replied, “the man has no time to spend.”Mariah gazed blankly into the space, her eyes distanced from the present, “I understand,” she sighed softly, “What about you?” Celestine’s brows furrowed as he glanced at his sister. “What?”“What is keeping you from finding someone too? Is it work?”Celestine chuckled nervously, “Why are you suddenly bringing that up? I don’t see you in anyone’s arms,” Celestine quipped, standing to his feet. “Let’s do the dishes, while you wait for him?” Mariah replied, equally rising up.Celestine nodded in agreement as he began to collect the dishes.Slowly, the room shifted into a slightly tensed silence filled with unspoken words. Unable to bear the silence anymore, Celestine rinsed his hands and pivoted to
Mariah emerged from the kitchen with a fancy crate of smoothie. As she approached, she noticed her brother and Tangie bury their heads in an ipad tabloid."Those are just baseless speculations, Celestine," Archer said, "lets have breakfast.""Not when these baseless speculations are sparking controversies online. People are calling for a new President." Celestine replied, his features evidently showing that he barely had any sleep. "Celestine, have breakfast and get some rest. We have more important things for today." Archer said, his concern about the articles carefully hidden beneath him. "Are we still going through the disguise plan?" Celestine blurted out, astonished. "Don't you think it's suspicious? These articles were released on perfect timing to stop you from going to the auction.""How would an article or two stop him from attending the Poseidon night?" Tangie interrupted, furrowing her brows. "By tainting his image." Mariah contributed.Archer remained composed, watching
Outside the study, Mr. Mathew just arrived at Williams Boulevard, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he sped along the road. When he finally stopped at the garage of the large mansion, Mr. Mathew went straight to the Security office, in search of the head security. “Marcellus?!” Mr Matthew called, his voice ringing with urgency.Marcellus emerged from the quarters immediately, armed in his bodyguard fit.“Be alert, Marcellus. I was being followed.” Marcellus nodded resolutely, “Alright sir.”Mr. Mathew walked away with quick, purposeful steps, he had discovered something that would intrigue Archer. The door closed behind him as he stepped in, surprised by the still house, Mr Mathew’s heart sank, his mind wandering if the worse had happened. “Hello?” He called out, “Tangie, dear?” “Tangie?” He yelled out, hurrying as fast as his legs could carry him to Tangie’s room. He flung the door open and found the room neatly arranged- almost like no one had slept on it since las
“Professor D. A. Gary?” Mr Mathew queried, his voice a bit high pitched than intended. Tangie and Archer approached the lunch table, their expressions filled with hope for approval.Mr Mathew glanced at Tangie, gazing at her with both concern and curiosity, “Are you okay with this? I mean…” he paused, shifting his attention to Archer. Tangie’s unease was evident in the way she held on to Archer’s hand under the table. “It’s alright, dad. We need all the help we can get.” “But he…”“Dad,” Tangie interrupted cautiously.Mr Mathew exhaled softly, resigning into his seat. It was at the tip of Archer’s tongue to ask about the seeming history between the Professor and his wife, but it was clear that Tangie would rather not talk about it, so he remained quiet. With his gaze steely fixed on Archer, he asked. “I hope no one is pressuring you into anything…”Tangie nodded weakly. “Yes, Dad.”“You know you can talk to me, Tangie. I’ll do anything to protect you from anyone even if it is your