Brian inhaled a sharp breath, trying to contain the anger that was building up inside of him. With the way Jane was treating him, he felt like crushing her completely, ruining her career to the point of no repair. However, that has to wait. Immediately after his mission, he would show her what it means to be the CEO of the Duke's Empire. “What are you still doing there?!” Jane growled. “pick up that card and get me my lunch.” she ordered and resumed work without sparing Brian another glance. Picking up the card, Brian dashed out of her office and walked straight to the cafeteria. Holding the card tightly, he approached the lady taking orders and said, “I would like to order some fried chicken nuggets and some toppings.” The lady sized him up, her face scrunching up in disgust as she completely ignored him, turning to other people around to take their orders instead. Brian sighed,”Miss.. can you just take my order?” he asked, leaning close to stare at the lady, whose hair was slightl
At the same time, Brian stepped in, making Frank sigh in relief. He then turned to Marcus, “If you'll excuse me for a while, there's someone I need to attend to.” Marcus gave him a suspicious glance and got up reluctantly, turning back from time to time to stare at Brian and Frank. Immediately Marcus left Frank's office, Brian sat down and sank into the chair, exhausted. “Were you able to fix the bug? Were you able to find anything?” Frank asked eagerly as he stared at Brian. “I was able to fix the bug, but I found nothing in his office. The only thing out of the ordinary, is that his office was in dis-array. It was completely scattered, and something seemed fishy.” Frank frowned slightly, furrowing his brows in confusion, “Why would his office be in a mess? Doesn't he know this is a highly respected organization?!” He snapped and Brian chuckled. “Will you calm down and let me finish?” he asked, and Frank smiled shyly. Brian then continued, “I just placed the bug in the wall cloc
Brian watched from the shadows as the young man searched the CEO's office, his eyes scanning every inch of the room. The man's frustration grew, his movements becoming more agitated. Finally, he pulled out a phone and dialed a number."Hello?" a voice answered, sounding groggy from sleep."I can't find it," the young man said, his voice low and urgent.There was a pause, and then the voice on the other end exploded in anger. "What do you mean you can't find it? You said it was in the CEO's office!"The young man winced, holding the phone away from his ear. "I know, I know. But it's not here. I've searched everywhere."The voice on the other end continued to yell, his anger palpable even to Brian, who was watching from afar. "You fool! You were supposed to retrieve it, not waste my time!"The young man took a deep breath, trying to appease the person on the other end. "I'll keep looking, I promise. I won't rest until I find it."The voice on the other end snarled, "You'd better. You ha
Brian walked into the office, his mind still disturbed by the events of the previous night. He headed straight to Frank's office, eager to share his findings with him. As he entered, Frank looked up from his computer, a hint of curiosity on his face."Henry, what's up? Is there something new?" Frank said, his tone light but with a slight hint of curiosity. Brian took a deep breath and began to recount his story, starting from the moment he saw the young man searching the CEO's office. He showed Frank the picture he took, and Frank's expression turned serious."Let me see if I can find out who this is," Frank said, typing away on his computer.After a few minutes, Frank's eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my God!” "What is it?" Brian asked, leaning in closer."It seems that the man is none other than the CEO's assistant," Frank said, his voice laced with disbelief. "No wonder I found him a little bit familiar."Brian's eyes widened in shock. "The CEO's assistant? That's probably why he
Few days later, Brian sat down calmly in his home, a bright smile plastered on his face. Since it was a free day, Brian decided to make the best of it. After finishing up with his chores, he decided to have breakfast and spend the entire day resting. However, he suddenly remembered his meeting with Anna, which he hadn't even found a location for. Brian then searched for a luxurious restaurant within Newfield city, and sent the location to Anna. Moments later, he headed straight to the restaurant and was surprised to find Anna patiently waiting for him. “You're quite punctual.” Brian said as he approached her, making her smile slightly. “Mr Duke.” Anna said politely as she stood up to acknowledge his presence. “No, No, just sit.” Brian said hurriedly, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. As he sat down, he asked, “What would you like to order?” Anna picked up the menu and sighed, “Everything here seems expensive.” her voice was laced with frustration as she glued her
Tyla laughed out loud, her body shaking slightly, “And why would I lie?” she asked, leaning closer to Marissa whose face was twisted in an ugly scowl. “Do you think your husband is the only one that's financially stable?!” she snapped, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Marissa. “Ha” Marissa breathed, using her fingers to brush her hair to the other side, “Then prove it.” she smiled, “Prove to us that your husband is still standing on his feets. Prove to us that your husband hasn't been crumbled completely by his father!”Tyla swallowed nervously, but it wasn't evident on her face. She flipped the card calmly and grinned, “Fine. I'll prove it to you.” she said slowly and walked towards an assistant who was in charge of attending to customers . “I want to purchase that dress.” Tyla said confidently as she pointed at a beautifully decorated red gown which stood out in the mall. On the other hand, her hands were shaking slightly, her heart racing as she wondered, ‘What if ther
Few days later, Anna finally started her new job as Brian's spy. Dressed in a baseball cap and black jeans, Anna headed out, her hair packed in a neat ponytail. As she stepped her foot outside, she brought out her phone and checked the location again, making sure she wasn't going in the wrong direction. Coincidentally, his place wasn't quite far from hers. It was just a ten minute walk, so Anna decided to jog along the way. Upon reaching his place, she was stunned to find out that he was just living in a simple, but comfortable house. “Isn't he a spy?” Anna wondered as she stared at his house. It was normal for spies to get more money, and be very successful in that field. As long as they were willing to provide useful information, their boss would go to any length to satisfy them. Why then was he living so averagely? As she moved closer, she suddenly heard a strange sound. Marcus smashed a glass of water on the ground, his body trembling from anger. He tightened his grip around hi
Marcus grinned as he recalled how Logan gave him a job. And through that job, he also realized Logan was part of a deadly mafia gang. That explains why he was always feared by all his subordinates. Ever since then, Logan had been threatening Marcus with his good deeds, forcing him to do unthinkable things. Marcus was completely fed up, so when another mission came up, he refused completely. Logan was furious, and with this, he kidnapped his wife. Logan smiled, surprised his once timid worker was now bold. “Marcus, tell me, how did this happen? Huh? You son of a bitch! We're this close to getting the blueprint and you're acting this way? Ah!” Logan still had a smile plastered on his face, but his body was trembling from anger. All he asked was for Marcus to speed up the process, or get something that would restore the Storm Motors co-operation. The company was gradually going down, and it was driving Logan insane. “Marcus,” Logan called coldly, his grip around his phone becoming tigh
The warmth of the sun caressed Brian's skin with half his body inside a pool. His hair, damp with water clung to his neck like a second skin while the sound of laughter filled the air. Right next to the pool was a garden filled with so many flowers, It looked unreal. The air was peaceful, calm and serene. He turned to his wife who basked in the sunlight, her skin glowing with youthfulness. In her arms were Ginny and George as she sat next to the garden. She stared at her kids with so much love, her heart filled with content. These past few months had been the best time of her life. Since Tyla was serving her time in prison, she got her company back. Now, Lyra was the chairwoman of Brooks Empire. That's right, she changed the name back to the initial name, and the crumbing company became better under her supervision. “Lyra, are the kids asleep? Don't you want to have fun in the pool?” Brian raised his voice, calling Lyra’s attention as he floated in the pool. Rather than settling do
Tyla tried to resist, but she was still dragged away harshly in the presence of all her employees. They all mocked her, glad that her end was finally here. Tyla cried and begged, but all her cries fell on deaf ears. A few days later after the chaos in Ashton Hills, Lawrence foyer, emerged as the winner of the presidential election, all thanks to Brian and his hard work as well. To thank Brian for everything, he decided to hold a banquet in Brian's name. Lyra strode into the hall with a wide smile on her lips. Her raven-dark hair cascaded down her waist in wavy curls, and the emerald gown she was putting on accentuated her hourglass figure. Her nanny walked right behind her with her kids, Ginny and Georgia, and Lyra couldn't ask for more. She turned to her husband, Brian who walked right beside her, his blue boraldo suit bringing out his striking features. His hair was styled like he should be on the cover of a magazine. His steps were slow, but powerful. Merely by walking, he comma
Dracula was able to escape Duncan's wrath, but Duncan couldn't care less. He was only concerned about the election and the success of it. The presidential election was taking place in Ashton Hills and several other cities across the country. Duncan was nervous and so was Austin, but since they had already bribed, threatened and forced several people, they relaxed a little. A few days ago, Duncan had asked one of his men to check if Brian was really in a critical condition and yes, It was true.Brian was presently in the hospital, bound to several machines because his life was on the line. Duncan couldn't be more excited. Immediately after winning the election, he would instruct his men to finish him up. Right now, the election could proceed with Brian out of the way. Austin walked out of his building, shoulders raised, head held high. He was nervous, but deep down he knew he was going to emerge as the winner. While the election was taking place across all states and cities in the co
In the dead of the night, Brian's car sped down the highway. His bodyguards were positioned in the front of his car. As the car moved smoothly, suddenly, the driver noticed the image of two vehicles from the rear mirror, chasing their vehicle with all their might. Brian's driver, Alex, tightened his grip on the steering and said “Mr Duke, we're being followed.” “What?” Brian asked, slightly confused. After a hectic day at work, he wasn't really ready to encounter such a problem. He placed his hands on his forehead and sighed, “Are you sure about this, Alex?” Alex checked the rear mirror again and confirmed his suspicion, “I'm very sure sir. They're closing in on us.” he continued, stepping on the accelerator. Brian leaned back in his chair, “Alert the other bodyguards about the situation and drive in circles. Going home now is not an option.”Alex nodded, clicked on a button and alerted the bodyguards in front of them. Brian watched as Alex stepped on the accelerator, speeding on t
North Ashton Hills, Members of the dancing 9 were seated around the table, each of their faces filled with dread. Several years of planning, training, working, went down the drain because of Brian Duke. Yes, they had planned to threaten people but Brian was still blocking their path. Duncan slammed his fists on the desk, his skin flushed from anger. He shook his head, “Brian really thinks he can get away with this.” his voice rang out, dripping with venom, “Can you believe he ordered his people to dig out our past?”“What?!” One of the members spat, a look of terror plastered on his face, “He’s digging out our past? What if he gets evidence against us? What then are we going to do?” he added, his eyes fixed on Duncan. Another member turned to Tyla, “You're the reason for this, you b*tch! You've brought this upon us. It's because of your greed, that's why that bastard is after us.” she seethed. Tyla clenched her fists, “How dare you say that to me?! If not for my company, the group
A man opened up the car for Lawrence, and as soon as he alighted from the car, about three to five men accompanied him to the coffee shop. In locations like these, Lawrence looked like the king among mere mortals with his commanding presence. His men stood on guard outside while he pushed the door and walked into the coffee shop.A few days ago, a senator contacted him and told him about Duncan's threats. At first, Lawrence couldn't believe it. He knew Duncan was bringing people to his side, but he never thought Duncan would threaten people to side with Austin. Not until Mike told him about his wife's condition. Mike explained the whole situation to Lawrence, and Lawrence was determined to rescue his wife from the claws of Duncan. Mike couldn't do any other thing than trust the president's words. Working with Duncan was like working with the devil himself. Even after doing all they want, they might still kill his wife in cold blood. He wasn't ready to experience that. Sighting Brian
Ever since the incident that happened during the campaign, Duncan had never had a moment of rest. Apart from how fast Lawrence was progressing, Brian also became stronger with each passing day. If threatening people would bring stronger people to his side, Duncan was determined to find their weakness and use it against them. Seated in a young senator's office, Duncan crossed his legs as his lips curled into a grin, “Mike Harrison, senator of Blackwoods state.” he began, leaning closer to take in his features. Mike had raven dark hair and pale green eyes. Striking features that would charm any lady. He looked like a soft man who wouldn't be able to withstand any pressure. It was exactly the kind of person Duncan was in need of. Weak and vulnerable people. Since Brian and the president were forcing his people to stop working with him, he might as well form alliances with new people. Mike was his new target. He was only a senator, but he had influence like the governor of a whole stat
As the election date moved closer, Lawrence, the president and Brian, worked hand in hand to ensure that the position didn't fall into the wrong hands. It was a sunny afternoon; the trees were green, the air clean and the sky was bright. It was the perfect time to have a campaign, and rather than holding it in Halls, Lawrence held it in a public space, where people moved around freely. There were free drinks, free food and there was no discrimination. People of different status were welcomed, each of them dressed in their best outfits. Lawrence stood on the podium with a microphone in his hands. Rather than having a robotic speech that would bore people, Lawrence conveyed his heartfelt message towards the people. He promised them a brighter future, a better world where everyone would be treated equally. Even though he was the incumbent president, there were still some mistakes he made and so, he assured the people he would keep to his word and amend his mistakes. While Lawrence co
Due to the president's words, Killian did his personal research on the dancing 9, but he realized that It was quite hard to get anything on the group. However, that only fueled his desire to know more, especially why they wanted the presidential position. Few days into the search, Killian confirmed the president's words. The dancing 9 was indeed a group who was involved in illegal activities.Killian had no idea that he had been working with desperate people. People who would kill to get a certain position. If not for the president, he would have been in the dark for ages. Few minutes later, a waiter walked towards him with a tray. He bowed towards Killian, “Good day, sir. I would like to take your order.” Slowly, Killian raised his head to meet the waiter’s eye, “I'm expecting someone soon. I'll take my order once he arrives.” His voice was soft, polite, and unconsciously, the waiter's lips curled into a smile. Killian had a meeting with Austin at this particular restaurant. Howev