Zen carried the tray of coffee and tea towards the group of businessmen. As he moved, he purposely missed his step. The tray wobbled, and coffee sloshed over the edge, spilling onto the polished floor.A sharp exhale echoed from the tall businessman with the authoritative presence. “Are you serious?” he snapped, his irritation barely contained. “This is a high-stakes meeting, and you’ve just ruined it.”Zen faked a face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m really sorry about that,” he stammered, quickly setting the tray down and reaching for a napkin. “I’ll clean this up immediately.”The businessman, his patience wearing thin, stormed towards Zen, pushing him with a forceful shove. “You’re clearly not capable of handling this. Get out.”Zen stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the table. The sharp movement caused several papers to scatter, and a tense silence fell over the room. A wide grin stretched on his lips, his voice steady. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”Wil
Zen's realization hit him hard. He turned back to the distressed woman. “It looks like your son was transferred to the traditional medicine department, but they weren’t informed properly. There was a breakdown in communication.”The woman’s frustration boiled over. “How could this happen? I was assured he’d be taken care of. Now it seems like no one even knows he’s here!”Tasha stepped in, trying to mediate. “If the transfer was made, the traditional medicine department wasn’t notified. We’re working on fixing this.”The woman’s face flushed with anger. “This is outrageous! I demand to speak to the head of the hospital immediately!”Zen glanced over to see Sonia standing behind the woman, leaning casually against the doorframe, a grin on her face.Zen walked over to Sonia, his frustration evident. “Sonia, why are you standing there grinning? This is a serious issue. Why are you finding this amusing? Don’t tell me this is your doing?”Sonia straightened, her smile fading. “Hey, I might
The commotion in the traditional medicine department had reached a fever pitch. A crowd had gathered, many civilians recording the scene on their phones. The hum of chatter and the flash of cameras filled the air.Tasha, looking increasingly worried, tried to manage the crowd. “Please, everyone, this is a private matter. We need to maintain order!”Tasha’s face was pale with worry. “This is going to tarnish the hospital’s reputation. We’re finished. Only God can help us now.”Zen gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.”With that, Zen walked over to a private shelf in the back of the department. He opened a cupboard and retrieved a small kit with various vials and ingredients. The crowd’s attention shifted momentarily as Zen began his process, though they still recorded every move.Zen set up his workspace, carefully mixing ingredients. His movements were swift, blending powders and liquids with precision. The crowd watched intently, their phones capturing every d
As Zen stepped out,“That was incredible,” Tasha’s friend said, shaking her head in disbelief. “We’ve gone from a crisis to the spotlight. This could get out of control.”Zen, maintaining his calm demeanor, responded, “Show’s over everyone, it’s time to get back to work.”Suddenly, the hospital’s lobby TV flickered on with breaking news. The anchor’s voice was upbeat as she reported, “Breaking news: A new cosmetic product unveiled at Patel Bass’ Hospital by the new rumored miracle doctor and this is making waves. This product is reportedly the first instant acne and pimple remover, showing results almost immediately. It has already garnered 34 million views and 8 million likes across all social media platforms in just minutes!”___In a high-rise living building elsewhere in the city, a female voice asked, “Who is this Miracle Doctor they keep talking about?”A male voice answered, “That’s the new Miracle Doctor that saved Cyrus’ life at his event. I didn’t realize he was with Patel’s
The next morning, the city buzzed with the latest sensation: an instant cosmetic product that seemed to erase pimples almost magically. As Zen drove into the hospital parking lot. He parked his car and was greeted by a man in a sharp black suit.“Mr. Diel,” the man began, his tone was formal and businesslike. “I represent an organization that has been expanding its influence in various cities. We’re interested in acquiring a stake in your product. We’re willing to offer 25 billion dollars for 45% of the product’s rights. Our team will handle all production and distribution. All you need to do is provide the recipe and preparation details.”Zen looked at the man for a while. “25 billion, huh? And you think I should just hand over the recipe like that?”The man remained calm, his face a mask of professionalism. “It’s a very generous offer, Mr. Diel. This could be a significant opportunity for you.”Zen shook his head, clearly unimpressed. “I’m not interested. Tell your organization to f
Zen stepped into the sleek, modern boardroom of Mega Group, the expansive glass windows providing a sweeping view of the city skyline. The room was alive with a low hum of conversation as the executives settled into their chairs around the polished mahogany table. Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Zen's entrance commanded immediate attention, and the murmurs faded into an expectant silence.Zen took his place at the head of the table, his demeanor both confident and contemplative. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” he began, his voice carrying a tone of authority that immediately drew the room’s focus. “I’m sure you’ve all heard about the recent developments at the hospital. The instant cosmetic product has caused quite a stir.”A chorus of enthusiastic responses followed. “Yes, sir, we’ve been following it closely,” one executive said with a smile. “It’s quite the sensation. How did you come up with such an innova
Zen settled into the plush seat opposite Sinclair, the yacht gently rocking beneath them as the water lapped against its sides. Sinclair swirled his drink, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward slightly, his tone casual but carrying a sharp edge. “Chief, what about the slow poison being snuck into the city?” Sinclair asked, his voice cutting through the breeze. Zen’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes flickered. He leaned back, crossing his arms. “It’s nothing serious—just another group trying to make a name for themselves. We’ve dealt with worse.” Sinclair raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “You seem pretty calm for someone who was bothered about poison circulating around your city.” “I handle things before they become a problem,” Zen replied coolly, his tone dismissive. “But thanks for the concern, I made Keisha handle all that. There was no fun in it anymore.” “So let me get this straight, you broke into the warehouse, interrogated a member, found out their secret plan and
The golden light of the sun bathed the yacht in a warm glow as Zen and Sinclair continued to lounge, the conversation momentarily lulled into silence. The distant sounds of the marina and the soft hum of the waves were the only noises that filled the air.Suddenly, Zen’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen and saw Rosalia’s name flashing. With a sigh, he picked up the call, putting it on speaker."Tom," Rosalia's voice was smooth, teasing. "It's been ages since we last caught up. What’s keeping you so busy that you can’t spare a moment for an old friend?"Zen smirked, leaning back and letting his gaze wander over the horizon. "Well, it’s been a bit busy around here.""Come on," she pressed. "I don’t believe you’ve been that buried in work. I was thinking we should have a proper catch-up. Maybe dinner? You owe me that much after bailing last time."Zen chuckled. "Dinner sounds nice, but I’ve got something better in mind. Why don’t you come by and watch my students’ pres