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
Ella had always been confident, but this time, the stakes were higher than what she could imagine. As she dressed that morning, she took extra care to look her best and professional. Her outfit was sharp, it was a tailored black blazer paired with a white blouse and a pencil skirt that hugged her figure in just the right way. She wore minimal makeup, just enough to bring out her natural beauty without overdoing it, and finished off the look with a pair of sleek black heels. She took a deep breath as she stood in front of the mirror. "You can do this," she told herself, then grabbed her purse and headed out the door.The ride to the Stephenson office building felt longer than usual. Ella's mind raced with the various events that could play out once she arrived. The script that Mr. Michael and Lewis had drilled into her head played on repeat, each line was all important to her assignment.When she arrived at the Stephenson complex, Ella couldn't help but admire the high glass structure
Ella couldn’t contain her excitement as she made her way to Mr. Michael and Lewis’s uncompleted house. The day had gone better than she could have hoped for, and she was eager to share the news. The sun was setting as she approached the usual, run-down building. The orange light of the evening shines on the worn way leading to their door. She knocked twice, and the door swung open almost immediately. Lewis stood there, his expression was with a mixture of hope and anxiety. “So, how did it go?” he asked, his voice betraying the nervousness he tried to hide. He didn't even bother to welcome him.Ella bit her lip, trying to keep a straight face. She wanted to tease them a little. “It was a disaster,” she said, shaking her head slowly. “Harvey… he walked me out without a second thought.”Lewis’s face fell, his shoulders slumped in loss. Mr. Michael, who had been sitting in the corner of the small empty living room, looked up from his newspaper, he was clearly weak, and his already-weather