Peter arrived at Mr. Michael and Lewis's apartment early the next morning, he was told to come back for adequate preparation.He was ready to continue his training. He knew that Harvey’s initial generosity was due to being in a hurry, but the next meeting would require him to be thoroughly convincing. They couldn’t afford any mistakes.“Alright, Peter,” Mr. Michael began, with a serious expression. “We have to make sure you’re prepared for anything Harvey might ask. This time, he’ll be more attentive and suspicious.”Peter nodded, with determination in his eyes. “I’m ready. Let’s start.”They began by revisiting the basic information, making sure that Peter could remember every detail they had discussed about Mr. Stephenson. They went over his personality, habits, and specific interactions that Peter needed to mention. “Remember, you worked closely with Mr. Stephenson,” Lewis instructed. “You were handling confidential errands, so Harvey needs to believe that you were trusted by his f
Peter woke up early, his mind was focused on what he needed to do. It was the day that Harvey had asked him to come. He was nervous but he tried to compose himself not to mess things up for them.Mr. Michael and Lewis had drilled him thoroughly, making sure he was prepared for any questions Harvey might ask. He knew the odds were high. He also needed the money for his daughter’s recovery. He was now happy that he didn't have to beg too much to get money to take care of his daughter.As he approached the Stephenson complex building, he took a deep breath, ready to put their plan into action. So, he walked inside, he didn't know where exactly he would go so he stood there, looking around.The receptionist at the front desk eyed him suspiciously as he stood there. "Can I help you?" she asked, in a brisk tone."Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Harvey Stephenson. He asked me to come by today," Peter said politely. "I'm sorry, but you can't see Mr. Stephenson without an appointment," she replied, h
Peter returned to Mr. Michael and Lewis' small, cramped apartment the next day. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by eager, expectant faces. They were still in the celebration mood.Still happy about the money they had received from Harvey. But Peter didn't want to do it anymore, he had suspected that things would go wrong if he tried to see Harvey.Peter knew they were waiting to coach himOn the next cause of action. As soon as he entered, Lewis walked up to him, without even welcoming him and began to question him."Hope you are prepared?" Lewis asked, with excitement in his voice. Peter smiled weakly, pulling out his hands for a handshake. But Lewis shoved it off."Remember what I said earlier? I'm not going back there," he said, putting his hands back in his pocket.Mr. Michael's eyes widened in disbelief as he gazed at Peter questionably. "You can't say that," he said, his voice sounding shocking.Peter, however, wasn't interested in whatever they were saying. "I don't think
Peter stood outside the great Stephenson company building, his nerves jangling inside him like a dozen loose coins. He took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders, and walked in. Today was the day he would ask Harvey for a job. He hadn't come for the sake of Mr. Micheal and Lewis but for his own sake. This was the best shot for him to get something better for himself. As he entered the lobby, he spotted Harvey walking toward the elevators. “Mr. Stephenson!” Peter called out respectfully. Harvey turned, and was a bit surprised to see him. “Peter, right?” he said, recognizing him from their previous meetings. “What brings you here today?” Peter tried to keep his voice steady. “I was hoping I could speak with you, sir. If you have a moment.” Harvey studied him for a second, then nodded. “Alright. Come with me to my office.” They walked together through the quiet halls of the company, employees nodding respectfully as Harvey passed. Peter couldn’t help but admire the sleek, modern
Prof. Jason sat at his desk, meticulously going through the information he had gathered about Peter. He had spent days tracking down every information about him but the recent and the past, making calls, and visiting places to get the complete picture. “Let’s see,” Jason muttered to himself, flipping through his notes. “Peter worked for a wealthy man in his earlier days. No names here, it's either Mr. Stephenson or someone else.” He wasn't getting something tangible but he continued to search, confirming Peter’s claim about his sick daughter. Indeed, there were medical records and hospital bills that confirmed she was undergoing treatment. Everything seemed to check out, and nothing particularly suspicious came up in his background. He was satisfied with his findings, so he arranged the information properly and headed to Harvey’s office. Harvey was on a call when Jason entered. He signaled for Jason to wait a moment. After wrapping up his conversation, he looked up expectantly.
Lewis paced back and forth in his small, empty room. Anger and frustration churned inside him like a storm. He couldn't believe Peter had turned on them. Now that Peter was working at the Stephenson company, getting money out of Harvey seemed almost impossible. He needed to find a way to make ends meet else hunger would be their other name. "Something can still happen," Lewis muttered to himself. "I have to find something, and I have to think fast. Garcia needs proper treatment. and we need to leave this nasty place we call home." He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had been thinking for hours, trying to come up with a good solution. Hours passed, and just as the first light of dawn crept through the window, an idea struck him. It was risky, but it could work, they have to try it out. As the day breaks, Lewis rushes to find his father. He found Mr. Michael in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee and looking exhausted. That was what they could afford as breakfast. "Dad,
Lewis strolled down the street the next evening, heWas feeling very frustrated about how things were going. The search for someone to do the job had been fruitless so far. His thoughts were also filled up with worry about Garcia and how they were going to get money to give her proper treatment.As he walked, he heard the screech of tires and he turned to see a sleek black car pulling over. A young woman in her mid-twenties, wearing a tight pink bodycon dress, stepped out, cursing loudly at the driver like they were fighting.She tugged at her dress, trying to pull it down as the car sped away, leaving her looking lost and stranded. Lewis stopped in his tracks, watching what was happening and trying to understand what was happening.The girl was beautiful but had this desperate look in her eyes. He could sense her vulnerability and her need for help.An idea sparked in his mind.“This could be the perfect girl for the job, she fits into every feature he wanted.” he thought to himself,
The next day, Ella arrived at the unfinished building where Lewis and Mr. Michael were waiting for her. She was dressed smartly, ready for whatever training they had planned. Lewis greeted her at the door with a smile, guiding her inside. “Welcome, Ella. Ready for your first day of training?” he asked, not even caring about the compliment.Ella nodded, feeling more determined. This joy was supposed to be the most serious official job she had ever done in her life. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”Mr. Michael joined them in the expedient living room, where they had set up a table with some papers and a whiteboard. “Good morning, Ella. Today, we’ll go over the basics of your role. It’s important that you understand everything perfectly.”“Got it,” Ella said, taking a seat. “First things first,” Lewis began, “your initial approach to Harvey has to be convincing. You’re going to meet him in his office, acting like you’re interested in investing or partnering with his company, or better still y