CHAPTER 11The next morning, Jack asked Mildred to set up a meeting with the CEOs of those companies. He wanted to have a talk with them personally.His real identity was still not known to most people so there was no way the CEOs would know who he really was or that they just terminated business with their largest shareholders. Even as the son in law of the Kent family, they didn’t know him personally, only that he had a garbage business and they did business with him because of his association with the Kent family.“Do you know which of the investors want to see us?” Charles Baker, the CEO of Prime Logistics, the biggest logistics company in the city asked.He was in charge of moving imported supplies for the Kent family from the sea port to their warehouse.“I hear Blackbolt investments has a new director and he would like to meet us, at least that is what my assistant told me,” John Connor, the CEO of Havillah Marketing Group replied, they were in charge of marketing and distribut
CHAPTER 12The men’s eyes popped out of their socket, their hearts pounded with fear and their mouths dropped to the floor as they all stared at the documents they had just been handed. They couldn’t believe their eyes. Once the news of Blackbolt pulling out of their companies reached the news, other investors and shareholders would also panic and sell their shares and their companies would be worth next to nothing.“No, you can’t do this to us!” Charles Baker screamed his head off. Blackbolt personally owned 86 percent shares in his company. He would crumble without them backing him.“Please what did we do to deserve this?” Bale Juniper, the CEO of Atlas Packaging and Co. A company responsible for rebranding and repackaging some of the imported products to meet the country’s requirements before leaving the Kent family warehouse asked, his eyes almost teary.“Who asked you to do this? Who is that person? We have never failed to make profit for your company. You can’t just kick us out
CHAPTER 13While Jack was having that meeting with the CEOs, the Kent family mansion and its inhabitants were suffering the wrath of the Garner Patriarch, Stefan Garner, the grandfather of Trent Garner.The wounds the dogs had inflicted on his only grandson were severe and he was demanding for the head of the imbecile who dared to put dogs on him but the problem now was that no one in the Kent household knew where Jack was.“Where is he?!” Stefan asked furiously, his face red and full of veins. Though he was in his early sixties, he was still very fit and young. He wore Khaki shorts and a fitted shirt with thick leather boots which he intended to stomp Jack’s head with.“We already told you sir, we don’t know where he is. But I have killed the useless dogs. I poisoned them myself. Please, we have nothing to do with him anymore,” The usually proud Marcus begged on his knees desperately.One word from Stefan and the entire Kent family as they knew it would cease to exist. It was why they
CHAPTER 14Jack had just finished his meeting with those men after giving them a next to impossible condition and an even more dangerous ultimatum to fulfill it or they could kiss their companies goodbye.After leaving the venue of the meeting, he dropped Mildred at the airport where she took her private jet back home to their parents.The plan was for both of them to head back home before but with the latest developments, Jack decided to stay back and monitor things personally. Moreover an idea was slowly brewing in his mind. An idea to take over Coral city and build his own personal empire here.Heading back to the rented Villa from the airport, Jack changed out of his custom made fancy suit and expensive designer shoes and changed into a more regular trouser and shirt with his refurbished leather shoes and headed to his garbage company office.The office was basically just two rooms. One was for the admin staff, about seven of them, including Jack and his manager and the other for t
CHAPTER 15Jack was no pushover. He wasn’t an expert fighter and he couldn’t fight the ten men alone but he would never back down from a fight, never. The days of bending over for others and being a pushover was over, so he stepped forward.“Who are you and why should I come with you?” Jack questioned fearlessly.“It doesn’t matter who they are chief, one more step and they’re dead,” the homeless man said coldly, in a murderous tone. His eyes had gone red and were solely focused on the leader of the group.“Move aside rat or I’ll tear you apart limb from limb,” Tiger threatened the homeless man with a deep sneer on his face.It was not out of place for Tiger, a big man standing above 7 feet to call the other man a rat, he was much bigger and taller than the other man who was about 5 ft and 11 inches tall and though muscular, the man was nowhere as bulky as the intimidating tiger.But that man was deadly and he was definitely no rat. His name was Cole Turner, an ex special forces milita
CHAPTER 16“Defending ourselves against them is completely legal but torturing them for information isn’t, besides I have a pretty good idea who might have sent them,” Jack replied.“Whatever you say chief,” Cole replied before he kicked Tiger’s nut and despite the crippling pain Tiger experienced, he couldn’t express it, only in his eyes could it be seen.“You heard the boss, load them up,” Cole said, tossing one of the men into the garbage truck.Jack walked up to him. “So you want a job right?” “Anything chief, I can drive, I can pack dirt and I even have some administrative skills,” Cole replied.“I’ll give you a job but not for any of those things. From today you are my personal assistant and bodyguard,” Jack announced with a grin.He knew this was not the last he was going to hear from these men and Cole displayed some really effective skills so why not have someone like him around.Cole felt elated and goosebumps washed up on his skin. He didn’t know what to say or how to feel.
CHAPTER 17Jack’s condition to the eight CEOs was simple and straightforward. Terminate business with the person who asked them to terminate business with his company and he would forgive them, but that wasn’t all.You see, Jack wasn’t a gullible businessman who would just act on his emotions, he knew that as much as losing these eight companies would hurt the Kent family business, losing the Kent family business would also put a dent in the companies’ profit and if he was going to continue investing in them, they needed to keep making profits, so he gave them a clause.If they, alongside the Kents, provided his garbage company with fifty new customers in seven days, he would pardon them and they could also keep the Kents as customers, considering their long standing business relationship.Everything was going according to Jack’s plan. Barry swung into action immediately, contacting the CEOs and asking to meet but only three obliged him, Charles Baker of Prime logistics, John Connor o
CHAPTER 18A bunch of jokers. That’s what the security man at the estate gate thought of the men he was seeing in the car in front of him.“Where the hell do you lot think you’re going?” The Man asked snidely, a rude expression on his face.“We’re going to inspect a house, thank you,” Jack replied with a small grin.“And where do you think this is? An estate for beggars?” His remark was full of spite and neither Jack or Cole missed it.“Well if an estate for beggars is what you are guarding, then that’s where the fuck we are going,” Cole replied him coldly.The security man felt insulted. Cole had told him that he was guarding an estate for beggars, didn’t that make him worse than a beggar?He slammed his baton against the top of the car in anger, creating a dent in it. His brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed at Cole.“Watch your fucking mouth asshole before I break it for you. Now get this filthy tin you call a car outta here.”“And if I don’t?” Cole asked him icily, unhooking his se