“What's up with this traffic?” Mr. Damon sighed Frustratedly as he reclined back in his seat.“I don't know, probably the reckless drivers doing their thing,” Benson sighed. They had been stuck in traffic for about thirty minutes, and Mr. Damon was already getting frustrated.“Sir, what if…” Benson hesitated for a moment, uncertain of what he wanted to say.“What if what?”“I've been thinking for a while now, what if you convince Ms. Oct to invest in the company so as to take back all the shares,” he suggested, stealing a look at Mr. Damon through the side mirror.“That would be hard. I think we can hold off until our shipment comes in. Damian agreed to be covered with discreet workers,” he replied, not convinced by the suggestion."Exactly why I said that. Putting all stops into a basket is risky. Why not play two games at once?" Benson added and turned the ignition as the traffic began to dissipate so he moved with the pace slowly hoping the road became free."Two games? What do you
At the Archer's mansion, The dining was set and filled with different dishes as every one of the Archer were present digging into their meal. Mr. Damon and his family were having breakfast when Benson walked in.“Oh, good morning Boss,” he bowed.“Ben, how are you doing? It's been really long since you brought me Russian cakes,” Mrs. Freya teased, causing Benson to smile.“Oh, when next I return home, I'll get you one,” he replied with a soft smile.“Not one, at least two. it's been a long time,” “Okay, honey, I'll get going. I'll see you all when I come back,” Mr. Damon pulled his chair backwards and made his way out with Benson.“Have a nice day, ma,” Benson bowed to Mrs. Freya before following Mr. Damon closely.Once they were outside Mr Damon adjusted his clothes and turned to Benson.“How did it go?” Mr. Damon asked as he settled into the back seat of his car.“It went well. Stanley's loyalty lies in money; he is a money-hungry monster,” Benson retorted.“He should be at Ms. Oct
Mr. Damon's phone began to ring, and he quickly picked it up upon seeing it was Stanley, he had been expecting his call since their last meeting and he held himself not to call so as to be the bigger person."It's been forty-eight hours since I saw you, and now you're calling me.""Where I come from, we call it two days, not how you just said it. I've been running around preparing for what you ordered. It can't happen overnight, can it?" Stanley replied from the other end."I want no mistakes and no traces. I'm tripling it. Three hundred!" Mr. Damon remarked slowly."Oh, you sure know how to make me work hard," Stanley chuckled."The meeting is today, so how is the progress?" Mr. Damon asked, growing impatient with Stanley's small talk. Today was his first official day as a marketing director under Harry in his own company, but he was ready to take it back."I'm not dumb; I can read."Mr. Damon rolled his eyes but calmed himself with a bottle of water on his table."The brake pads in
The cool breeze danced through the air, adding a sense of anticipation to Harry and Archer's collaborative venture.In his office within the warehouse, Mr. Damon sat with his legs casually crossed atop the table, a space lent to him as part of the deal with Ms. Oct.As he absorbed the atmosphere, memories of the previous day at Archer's company flooded his mind—their nervous glances as they hurriedly departed to check on Harry.A satisfied smirk played upon his lips, relishing how smoothly his plan had unfolded.Suddenly, a man's voice jolted him from his thoughts. "Sir, the goods have arrived."Mr. Damon met the messenger's gaze, his expression a mix of excitement and apprehension. "And the workers?""Mr. Damian rounded them up," came the response."Excellent!" Mr. Damon grinned.Eager to inspect the shipment, he rose from his chair, but Damian's words halted him. "Are you that eager?""You go ahead; I'll join shortly," he gestured to the man."Who would've thought a shipment could g
In the ward lobby, Scarlet and Jade sat in silence, each consumed by their own grief. They had been there for the past twelve hours, hoping he would wake up but they were still not allowed to see him. Security had tightened up after a breach was explained, preventing their access despite their begging.The doctor in charge entered the lobby, removing his white coat and handing it to his apprentice. "Still here, huh?"Scarlet and Jade slowly raised their heads upon hearing his voice."How is he doing?" Jade's eyes widened with urgency."Has he woken up?" Scarlet pressed, her tone anxious but the doctor kept mute."Why the silence? Talk to us," Scarlet urged as the doctor remained silent.The doctor took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't reveal anything to you except to a Luciano or Mr. Pietro. Where is he?""What the hell do you mean!" Scarlet slammed the table, startling everyone, her eyes blazing with fury and her veins almost popping as she couldn't take sidelining them anymore
After Scarlet left for the company,Jade walked slowly out of the lobby, clutching her phone tightly.She paced back and forth in front of Harry's ward, uncertainty clouding her mind as she fought off each negative thought creeping into her. She kept scanning for the doctor, but he was nowhere to be found. Was he truly an intruder? How had he gained access to Harry's ward? Her thoughts made her limbs weak with each thought of it.Fed up with waiting on the sidelines, she approached a nurse on duty. "Where's the doctor?""Good morning, which one of them?" the nurse replied.Jade sighed; she didn't know his name but remembered how he looked without his white coat. "I don't know his name. I mean the one in charge of Harry Luciano.""There are multiple doctors attending to him. How does she look?" the nurse asked.Jade's breath caught at the mention of 'she.' Were there no male doctors attending to Harry? she wondered."Are they all females? No male attending to him?" she asked."Oh, I do
"Can we start the meeting? I guess that was what you were about to do," Scarlet sneered, dropping her Chanel bag to the table and settling into her chair."Oh, don't be too fast. I've found a shareholder willing to buy out the shares and give you guys yours. We can't have a lifeless MD, can we?" Mr. Damon retorted.Scarlet's fists clenched as she suppressed her pain upon seeing Mr. Damon aiming to provoke her with his words. But the speed with which they moved to impeach Harry made her curious about how they could predict if he would survive."So, what are you hinting at?" "Nothing serious. For a company to keep moving forward, it will need an MD, won't it?" He smiled."So, impeachment?""You surely take after your father. Exactly what I want," a knowing grin curled up on his lips."Of course I do. But he can't be impeached just yet, it's barely twenty-four hours," she replied."That's precisely why it should be changed. The seasonal sales are closely approaching. I might have low sh
"Why did you want to give up that spot now? You should be holding it down for your master," Scarlet blurted out, unable to contain her thoughts any longer but Pietro focused on the road. Pietro drove slowly, his silence creating an awkward energy and aura in the car. Scarlet kept staring at him. Unlike him, who had been showing interest in her for some time, today felt different. Perhaps he was grieving, just like everyone else. But a little conversation wouldn't hurt. Her mind swirled with thoughts as they made the last turn towards the hospital. Uncertainty clouded her mind as negative thoughts began to surface. Did he know what happened to Harry? Was he with Mr. Damon now? Or is Harry d… She shook her head, trying to dispel such thoughts, but they persisted, filling her heart with worry. As she stole glances at Pietro through the side mirror, the weight became unbearable. She couldn't hold it any longer, so she decided to ask. "Where were you last night?" "Nowhere serious," he