In a spacious, minimalist office, Rebecca Luansing was buried in paperwork. Her hands moved as fast as her mouth. She grumbled and cursed at the overwhelming workload, but there was no one to vent to because she was her own boss."Wow, just wow. I've got a boatload of cash, like seriously loads of it! And I have to keep grinding!" she said with sarcasm, speed-reading some accounting reports. "I'm fixing the mess left behind by the past boycott, hunting for new suppliers and manufacturers. I also have to keep up with the public, deal with that crazy witch Linda, and babysit her kids. Man, I'm exhausted, really damn tired."Despite her continuous complaints, she kept on working.The success of DearBeak Co. and Drake's investment had brought such a significant change to her life that she realized she shouldn't complain about it."Excuse me, ma'am," Kian, one of Aunt Beck's executive secretaries, approached her."What?" she responded irritably."Sir Christian Luansing is here."Aunt Beck'
Drake clutched his head in panic, realizing that Linda might have a chance to take his sister."Dying is a bad idea?" he reflected on his own impulsive ideas."Dying is always a bad idea, but you saved yourself from your killers, so it's not that bad of an idea," Aunt Beck stated, finally sitting on the couch. She's still stressed about everything related to Drake."What should we do, then?" Drake asked."O don't know What I did before was give her a small amount of money, but she won't take it anymore because she's now more interested in your money that she might get once she gains custody of Eleanor.""How about Dad? Can he do anything to stop Mom?" Eleanor interjected."Ely, they're separated. I'm sorry, sweetie, but your Dad is too wrapped up in his new family to even bother checking on you," Aunt Beck said honestly. She didn't want to hurt Eleanor, but lying would cause more pain and baseless hope."Does Drake's will not help anymore?""No, in this case. Drake's will can only co
The modern and spacious lobby of DearBeak Co. was abuzz with activity, as employees scurried back and forth, buried in stacks of paperwork and glued to their computers. The ambiance was anything but dull and formal, but that was about to change.A man entered who immediately captured everyone's attention, drawing their eyes like a magnet. Tall and striking, he exuded a confident swagger in his stride. His outfit alone was enough to elicit dropped jaws. Drake, now adopting the persona of "Arnold Cure," had tossed subtlety out the window."Ugh, his clothes are blinding, but why does he pull them off so well?" one employee quipped."He's surprisingly stylish, even if his hot pink suit is a bit much for this office," another chimed in."Who is he, anyway?"Drake, or rather Arnold Cure, sported a hot pink suit that could be spotted from a distance. It was impeccably tailored, hugging his frame as though it were made specifically for him. Each step he took seemed to proclaim his presence, a
Arnold Cure, recently promoted as VP, stood at the head of a long, mahogany table in a luxurious conference room. The DearBeak Co. emblem on the wall behind him radiated importance. "Drake Chwe, you can do this ." he said under his breath.Under his new alias, Drake gathered his team members, each chosen for their unique skills and loyalty. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his gold-framed eyeglasses and began, "Ladies and gentlemen, as the new Vice President of External Affairs, I have some exciting news to share." He pointed to a screen displaying a map of the industry landscape, highlighting their competitor, BellRox Corp. "Our goal is to take DearBeak to the top and challenge BellRox's supremacy."The room buzzed with surprise as his team exchanged glances, struggling to grasp the boldness of the plan. He continued, his voice oozing confidence, "We won't just focus on internal growth but on outperforming BellRox. We'll gain market share, attract business partners, and weaken th
"She's really everywhere," Drake commented.He was surprised to encounter Merlyn Spenser on his way to visit Marcus Lee in prison. What shocked him even more was when Merlyn introduced herself to the jail officer."I'm here to visit Marcus Lee; I'm his girlfriend."The jail officer checked her ID and allowed her to enter, indicating to Drake that this was not Merlyn's first time visiting Marcus."How many men is she dating?" he mused.Drake couldn't help but fixate on the door through which Merlyn had entered, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts."Was I so blinded by love that I didn't see this side of her?" he wondered aloud. "How could she be so flirty and pompous? Has she always used this charm to get what she wanted?"He wrestled with these questions, his feelings of confusion and betrayal growing stronger with each passing moment. The realization that he did not truly know the person he once was close to left him feeling utterly disillusioned."How can I assist you, sir?" the jail of
Drake sat in his sleek blue car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He had just arrived at the prestigious hotel, where he was about to meet some of the most prominent figures in the business world, including the revered CEO, Justinbaste."This is my first time meeting people of this caliber. Don't let yourself be overwhelmed. Don't let yourself be overwhelmed," he chanted to himself.Earlier that day, he had left the DearBeck Co. office brimming with confidence and determination. However, as he approached the high-stakes meeting, a torrent of nervousness, doubt, and anxiety clawed at him like a relentless beast."Will they take me seriously?"He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror. His once bold and flashy attire now felt like a burden he couldn't bear. The vibrant tie and the bright golden frame of his glasses, which had seemed so fashionable in the morning, now felt like they were pleading for disapproval."It's so hard to arrange a meeting
Linda Chwe paced back and forth in her dimly lit, cramped apartment, her grip on her phone tightening with disbelief as she read Drake's will, publicly posted by DearBeck Co."I can't believe he left nothing for me!" she grumbled, her frustration evident in her tone."He donated millions to an orphanage? I need money more than these people!" she exclaimed. "He left 50 million dollars to Eleanor and another 20 million dollars to Rebecca? How could he do this?"Linda's eyes gleamed with a wild and desperate hunger as she contemplated the wealth her late son had left to her relatives, while she was left with nothing."Well, everything in Eleanor's hands will soon be mine," she declared with a cold determination, clutching the custody agreement tightly in her trembling hand. Her motivation was far from love or care; it was the fortune her son had left behind. Linda, a struggling gambling addict, saw her son's wealth as a lifeline, pulling her back into the world of casinos, the thrill of
"Yahoo! WOW, THIS CAR IS INCREDIBLE!" Linda exclaimed in excitement as she experienced the luxury of driving such a sleek vehicle for the first time. She felt triumphant, thinking she had outwitted an oblivious young man with wealth.She quickly headed to a car dealership to sell the car for cash. Her hands were itching to get back to playing cards at the casino."Damn, Linda, where did you get this?" Jennifer, Linda's friend and a sales representative at the car dealership, asked."Just from a wealthy fool," Linda replied with a sly grin."Are you sure this is legal? Where are the documents for this?" Jennifer asked, raising an important question."Papers? It was given to me... maybe it's inside?" Linda hesitated."Linda, my friend, assets like this can't be handled so casually," Jennifer advised, shaking her head. "Hurry, return it or ask for a proper handover.""But I don't even know that fool's name," Linda admitted."Then the fool is you! How could you just take it without thinki