On the rooftop of a sixty-floor skyscraper, a man named Joe stood, his silhouette against the city skyline as he puffed on his cigar, the smoke intertwining with the evening breeze. Lost in his thoughts, he gazed down at the bustling city below, seeming to be in a contemplative mood.As if breaking through his thoughts, a familiar voice approached from behind. "Careful, Joe, you might fall off the building," joked his friend Samuel as he joined Joe on the rooftop. Samuel was a jovial man, always ready with a quip or a smile, but he noticed that Joe was uncharacteristically serious.Ignoring the joke, Joe continued to stare into the horizon. Sensing the change in his friend's mood, Samuel asked gently, "How was your date with Catrina?"Joe finally turned to face Samuel, his expression unreadable. "Cancelled," he replied in his usual cold tone. Samuel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why? I thought you were into her," he asked.Joe's response was unexpected. "I felt no connection with
Today was Marcus's last bachelor party before his wedding to Sophie, the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. Ferdinand, usually a man of elegant taste, surprised everyone with his dressing style.He was dressed in a crisp black suit that contrasted sharply with his fair complexion. But there was something off about Ferdinand's attire. Instead of the formal attire expected at such an event, he was dressed like a wind servant, complete with flowing robes and a feathered mask, ready to serve his friend Marcus in any way he could.Marcus raised an eyebrow at his friend's unusual choice of outfit. "Ferdinand, what's with the costume?"Ferdinand smiled mischievously behind his mask. "I decided to dress the part of a servant tonight, Marcus. It's my way of ensuring that you have a night to remember."Marcus chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You never cease to surprise me, my friend. But I wouldn't expect anything less from you." He clapped Ferdinand on the back, gratef
“You heard me servant bo… Ferdinand Hawthorne?” Samuel paused when he saw Ferdinand's face after he took off his mask.“ Boss, it is wise if we leave here.” Samuel whispered to Joe.“ Why?” Joe asked.“ He is Ferdinand Hawthorne, the multi-billionaire.” Samuel replied in panic.“ What the fuck? You don't expect me to believe this is Ferdinand Hawthorne, do you? This common wine servant? Samuel, don't be naive.” Joe said loudly.But Samuel was sure it was Ferdinand. The pictures and videos of Ferdinand, and the magazines, were enough to make almost everyone know Ferdinand.He just shook his head as he knew his stubborn friend was about to put himself in trouble.“Listen, servant boy, since you wanted to know who I was, I will give you a reply…I am someone who can buy your entire family and everything they own. I am Joe Reins, sole heir to the Reins empire. “Joe boasted.“ He he, Joe didn't mean to say that, please forgive him, we are going now, bye.” Samuel said sheepishly, while drag
(Dear Reader, I am currently in a contest, and I would love it if you leave a review about this book, thank you.) When Ferdinand returned home, he explained all what happened at the cemetery to Grandpa. “Grandpa was left puzzled. Can you describe this old man you are talking about?” Grandpa asked “ He seemed to be in his late sixties, and he had a big scar across the left section of his face.” Ferdinand replied. Grandpa's sudden reaction came as a surprise to Ferdinand. He looked totally shocked as his eyes were left wide open. “Thompson?” Grandpa said barely above a whisper. Ferdinand, who was finding it hard to follow, asked. “ Who is Thompson Grandpa?” “He is my youngest brother.” Grandpa replied. “ Your youngest brother?” Ferdinand asked. Ferdinand had been living with Grandpa for years now, and he had totally left out the fact that he could have relatives out there too. “ Yes, my youngest brother. Only three people know about the symbols of the chosen ones.
Blake was shocked that his cousin never cared about the fact that he just returned from a war to save the organization which she currently worked in as a manager, but she cared so much about her stupid outfit." You slapped me?" Blake asked in disbelief." Should I do it again for you to be sure?" Zara asked back.The rest of the employees looked at Blake with the same hatred."Because he returned from a battle alive, he now thinks he is some sort of a hero.""Pfft, hero my ass. He should have died there."Blake decided to ignore all the comments around him. He took one last glance at Kira before walking away.Blake couldn't believe that after fighting off his ass for three years for the Thomson Company, the employees still treated him like thrash in his own late father's organization. How quickly the dead are forgotten. If his father was still alive, no one would have dared to even look him in the eyes.Even his cousin who was years younger than him, had the gods to slap him like a
Blake opened the door and stood in the doorway of his uncle's office, his eyes filled with a sense of anger and betrayal as he stared at the two people who had just been caught. They were all dressed up like nothing had happened. He had always looked up to his uncle, Kai, and had always believed that he was a man of honor and integrity. And as for his wife, she had always treated him like a nobody and Blake had always tried to make it up to her hoping she would one day change.But now, as he stared at the two people, he knew that he had been wrong. Zara quietly left the room, her face filled with guilt and shame.When Blake locked eyes with his uncle, he felt like a caged tiger, ready to unleash his anger on the man who had been like a father to him. Despite this, Kai remained calm, not showing any sign of emotion like he wasn't affected."Blake, why don't you take a seat?" Kai offered, pointing to the chair opposite his desk, but Blake declined. "I can't sit after what happened,
The next day, Blake carefully chose a sharp suit because he knew he needed to look like a boss, or better still, one of the big six.As he stepped out the door, he arranged his tie and nodded his head. "Today's gonna be a great day." He smiled. But just then…"Good morning Mr Blake, you look good, going somewhere?" Martha's voice greeted from her backyard.Blake's smile quickly faded as he sighed. He couldn't blame Martha for being so nosey because she lived alone with her angry cat."Good morning Mrs Martha, good to see you too, and yes I am going somewhere, see you." Blake quickly left to avoid further questions."Wait… I… I wanted to… oh boy, there he goes again. I wanted to tell him that I had some breakfast to spare." Martha shook her head as she went back in. Blake quickly headed to the Thomson Company, his mind focused on the impending handover. Because he couldn't wait to take over his father's company, he almost entered Kai's office without knocking again.But he controll
Kai stormed into the surveillance room where Steve was monitoring the numerous screens displaying different sections of the premises. Steve turned around knowing that whatever Kai came there for wasn't good."Steve, are the cameras in the manager's room functioning properly?" Kai asked impatiently.Steve nodded, "yes sir, they are working fine."Kai's expression turned serious as he leaned in closer to Steve. "Did you see what happened in the manager's office just now?"Steve hesitated for a moment before replying fearfully. "Yes, I saw everything." Kai's eyes narrowed and a fierce look appeared on his face.he leaned back and crossed his arms. "If you want to keep your job, you'll do as I say. Delete the footage from the manager's office and tell everyone that the camera was faulty, so nothing was recorded." He threatened.Steve hesitated, his expression conflicted as he weighed his options. With a heavy sigh, he gave in to Kai's demands, his fingers swiftly deleting the evidence