Jennet sat down in her sitting room with a huge bottle of gin in her hand as she tried watching the television.She was dead drunk and depressed and could barely make out the words that were being said on the screen. She had just watched the news of Mr Gabriel making Mark the new CEO, and she felt a deep sense of despair.“Everything is gone”! She muttered drunkenly to herself. “Why did that man have to come back to life”? She asked herself as she took a swing from the bottle with some of its contents dripping down from the sides of her mouth.“Mum, what are you muttering to yourself about”? Brown asked, as he sat down beside his mother, but Jennet ignored him.“You're even drinking”! He shouted. “Give it to me, I need to drink too”. He said as he tried dragging the bottle out of her hands, only for Jennet to turn away from him.“Mum, you can't finish it”! He shouted.“Says who”? Jennet replied drunkenly. “I got this drink and I will finish it”! She said before taking another mouthful
It's been almost a week since Mark assumed the role of CEO of Quantum Edge technologies. Everything had been smooth sailing for him, with him having to grant interviews to countless television houses and radio stations.As a result, his company's stocks were steadily increasing, and they were almost at the same level they were before Mr Gabriel, his father, left it before he was announced dead.Meanwhile, Jennet, Bennet, Elena, Margaret and Brown were sitting down in a high-class restaurant with all of them feeling nervous and a little scared.They were meeting Mr right hand today and even though Bennet was the only one that was supposed to meet up with him, Bennet asked for the permission of Mr right hand with the excuse that they all shared a common enemy, so that the man would have no problem letting them attend.“Are you sure he's coming”? Margaret asked in fear.“Of course”! Bennet replied. “I doubt he is the kind to decide not to come after making an appointment, so he is defini
“Okay”. The right-hand man said with confusion on his face. “Does anyone have anything else to say”? He asked.“Well, I would like to be reinstalled in the company”. Jennet said.“You mean Quantum Edge Technologies''? The right hand asked.“Exactly”! Jennet replied. “I and Mr Gabriel, that ungrateful man, toiled and made that company what it is today, so he has no right to cut me off completely”! She snarled in response.“But, it is my understanding that his company was already well known when you both met”. The right-hand man said with a confused expression.“That is true, but I also contributed to its success”! Jennet replied.“I dislike Mr Gabriel and Mark like everyone else here, but all you did was look pretty for the cameras and attend parties”. Bennet said with a frown.“Okay, that's enough”. The right-hand man said, interrupting them. “So I take it that you'll need my help for that”? He asked Jennet.Nodding with delight on her face, Jennet replied. “Yes, I will need the help o
Bennet, Elena, Margaret, Jennet and Brown left the restaurant as soon as the meeting had concluded, feeling giddy.“Things are looking good for us”. Brown said excitedly.“For once, I agree with you”. Bennet said with a nod. “At least we have a direction, and we don't feel so exposed anymore”.“Hold on”. Bennet said, stopping them. “How about I take you all clubbing”? He asked.“Where”? Margaret asked. “Hope you won't take us to some low-class clubhouse”. She responded.In response, Bennet chuckled dryly. “All of you seem to forget that I'm actually not a random person and I have access to some places you'll primarily not get into”.“What are you driving at”? Elena asked.“I have a place that we can get into on short notice”. Bennet replied.“And where is that”? Elena asked.“Have you guys heard of the sleeping jewel”? He asked with a smirk.“I've always dreamed of going clubbing there”! Brown said excitedly. “But despite trying several times, they never let me in”. He added dejectedl
Seeing who it was, everyone went silent in shock. None of them thought for a second that they would see Mark in the club.“No wonder he reminded me of Mark, so it was him all along”. Bennet said to himself.“Can you tell me why you had the guts to kick out a dear friend of mine”? The club owner, who went by the name Cooper, asked.“I am sorry sir, but I feel this is all a little misunderstanding”. Bennet said with a forced smile on his lips.“It didn't seem like a misunderstanding when you felt you had to throw me out”. Mark said with a smile.“I understand Mark, but we will leave the lounge for you this instant”. Bennet said as he motioned for the others to move out.“Not so fast, Bennet”. Mark said with a sneer.Hearing that, Bennet felt extreme displeasure, but masked it with a smile as he turned to stare at Mark. “Is there something you would like my help with”? He asked with a smile.“Of course you would”. Mark said with a sneer. “Every single one of you should bow seven times on
The rhythmic thumping of the club's music resonated through Mark's chest, with a stark contrast to the anger that filled him a short while ago. He had expected the feeling of revenge to be more satisfying, but instead it felt hollow and empty.The air pulsed and crackled with whispers and nervous glances, accompanied by the occasional stare and pointed finger. Mark's eyes darted from side to side as he took in the atmosphere, gently sipping his cocktail from the wineglass he twirled carelessly in one hand. A satisfied smirk played across his lips. However, the arrogant swagger and air of finesse that he was expressing were long gone, replaced by a sense of unease and sheepish avoidance.Elena, her face was filled with rage, as she clutched her small purse with a white-knuckled grip, silently fuming. Unable to contain her rage any longer, she turned to face Bennet, who stood next to her."This is all your fault, Bennet". She spat. "All this wouldn't have happened if we had listened to
"We can't just sit here!" Elena finally exploded, her voice sharp with frustration. "That humiliation was totally unbearable!""What exactly do you propose we do?" Bennet countered, his voice tight. "March down to the company and demand our dignity back? You saw how everyone was looking at us. We're social pariahs now."A sly smile crept onto Margaret's face. "Actually, that might not be a bad idea."Both Elena and Bennet stared at her, surprised. "What are you on about, Mom?" Elena demanded.Margaret cackled, the sound devoid of humor. "Remember that old friend of mine, the one who used to work with Mark's father?"A flicker of recognition dawned on Elena's face. "Aunt Martha? The gossip columnist?""Exactly," Margaret confirmed, a glint in her eyes. "She has a way of twisting things… turning truth into scandalous fiction. With a little nudge, she can spin a good story about Mark's 'unhinged' behavior. Public opinion can be a fickle thing, you know."A slow smile spread across Elena'
The ride home flew by so fast that Mark had to be wakened up by the time his limo arrived at the Darius estate. "Mr. Darius, we have arrived at the estate sir," Johnson, the driver, announced as he switched off the engine of the automobile."Oh, okay. Thank you, Johnson," he responded, wiping the remainder of whatever sleep still lingered in his eyes, then he came out of the car and began walking towards the entrance of his mansion.Walking back, the events of the evening's meeting kept pouring back into his mind. Initially overcome with anxiety and tension, Mark's eyes darted from side to side, taking in the room around him as the first round of questions started rolling in."Relax, son, you got this," Gabriel, his father, said reassuringly, placing a gentle arm on his shoulder. And as if he cast a magic spell, all the anxiety and tension he felt was gone in an instant."Now, young Mr. Darius, can you please give your account of what allegedly transpired between you and the group of