"They plan on going with the offensive". David suggested. "They are going to paint you as the desperate one who is resorting to dirty tricks to maintain control, just for them to win public favor.Mark gritted his teeth. "They won't give up, will they?" Mark added, stroking his chin."No, Mark". David said firmly. "But neither would we. We have a plan of our own".Over the next few days, a silent war unfolded in the media. Whilst the former’s PR firm launched a smear campaign, painting Mark as a ruthless business executive willing to stoop to any level. They portrayed the leaked financial documents as fabricated lies.Mark, however, countered with a strategy of transparency. He held press conference after press conference, addressing the accusations head-on. He admitted to leaking the documents, but only after careful verification by a team of independent auditors."These documents raise serious questions about their past business practices," Mark declared, his voice firm. "The public
The air in the room shifted noticeably as Mark’s attention stood piqued by David’s latest revelation.“What do you mean ‘She's vanished’?” He asked again for good measure.“Mark, my friend, you know something about accusations, especially when they’re false, they happen to disappear into thin air once there’s a counteracting measure of good. People are easily moved by what they hear". David launched into a round of explanation as he settled comfortably into the seat across from Mark’s.“But that still doesn't shed any light on Toni’s disappearance". Mark maintained, his eyes still crinkled at the corners with confusion.“Well, clearly, she wasn’t working on her own, as I’m pretty sure you’re well aware of that, already. You see this game you’ve begun playing with your adversaries, it’ll be naive of you to think that they’re willing to play nice and fair.There’s only one thing to do: to be five steps ahead.” David took a pause and looked into Mark’s eyes, giving him time to process th
Bennett sat in his office, swiveling on his executive seat as he nursed a glass of whiskey. Jennet and Brown sat across on the other side of his desk. Margaret and Elena who, for reasons as flimsy as going to the spa, weren’t physically present at the meeting. Bennet mentally rolled his eyes, bemoaning his ill-fate of being cursed by the sorriest lot of the bunch. What did I ever do, universe?He sighed and placed his now empty glass on the table for a refill. As he poured himself another drink, he could tell even without looking that Jennet’s wayward little bastard son followed the movement of his hands with hungry eyes.Bennet had already made it clear that not even a tiny drop of his liquor would touch the tongue of the unruly fellow. He was yet to see another human being like Brown, who, yet being so inadequate and incapable, felt entitled, and stupidly so. Men like him ought to be castrated and shipped off to an island somewhere far away from the rest of civilization. Of course,
“Would you sit your silly ass down in that chair this instant, Brown Kelce!” Jennet screamed in Brown’s face.“Even you too, mum?” He asked, his face contorted to a mask of hurt. Jennet found it childish that he was about to throw a tantrum in Bennett’s office.“I am a Darius too, mum! He married you into his family, and you put in work while you were both married. I don’t care if you just had to smile for a couple of stupid cameras". Brown continued his rant.“This is not the way, son. We will have our revenge. No one is allowed to kick us to the sides, especially not Darius’ little idiot of a son. I will personally make sure he stops to kiss your feet when the time is right. But for now, we must do what we must". Jennet successfully withheld her son from his sudden outburst and gently helped him to settle in the chair.“Now, you would apologize to Bennett.”“That’s impossible, mum,” Brown began in protest, his faced scrunched up in a scowl. His lips were purses in a pout, giving him
Bennett clutched the phone in his hand a little too tight, almost enough to squash it into bits and pieces if he had the ability to. Something has to take the blame for the insults which had just visited his day.He let out a roar full of pure guttural rage, and in his anger and frustration, he hurled the glass of whiskey in his other hand at the wall, watching as the glass blasted into smithereens and sent a million little shards flying in every direction.He considered throwing away the phone as well, to make it atone for its misgivings, when it began ringing again, like a hungry infant, oblivious to the troubles its demands brought with every cry. He stole a glance at the screen and nearly doubled over at the caller ID. Number One.A wave of nervousness coursed through his veins like an electric shock. Why did the man call him at that time? He had obviously seen the scandal on the news, so there was no escape out of his judgment. Whatever he deemed fit to make out of the issue woul
Mark sat in his office, swiveling this way and that in the ergonomic seat. Before him were Bill Baumerman, the chairperson of the executive board, and David. He had instructed his secretary to close the doors and ensure that they were given maximum privacy.When David had come up with the idea of a meeting, Mark had been excited about discussing the progress of the company and other exciting things that they had talked about over the phone. But by the time he had sat through one whole hour of a round of back and forth between David and Bill, he wished he could be anywhere else but in his office.“I believe Quantum Edge Technologies is more than ready to explore new markets". David went on another rant again and Mark rolled his eyes.“With the profit the company has been able to making, especially since recovering from its little stunt in the hands of Jennet and her son, there is more than enough resources to finance an exploratory venture". David stated professionally.Mark trusted wh
The air she felt was cooling against her skin, caressing her with a soothing kiss as it ran through her hair. Jennet had come to love quiet moments by herself. It wasn’t that she enjoyed being a recluse, but the madness her life had been plunged into ever since Gabriel resurfaced from the land of the dead had left her world in a topsy-turvy mess.Brown wasn’t doing anything to help matters with his endless drinking. He had successfully run out of liquor, and the week was just beginning.He definitely got that from his father. Definitely his father.But Jennet had no idea who Brown's father was. She had been seeing two men at the time. Both of them seemed to be potential husband material. She had always been identified by all who came across her as an opportunistic individual. She saw a window and dived right in to it. When neither of the men wanted to accept the pregnancy, she felt so miserable, like her world had come to an abrupt end.She traveled to her mother’s home somewhere on t
The phone rang shrilly into the air, disrupting what little quiet Mark had been enjoying. He picked it up with irritation brewing a storm on his tongue, waiting to unleash a tirade of venomous verbal assault on whoever it was that was calling him. Dad.He quickly received the call and held the phone up to his ears.“Hello, good afternoon, dad,” he rapped off in quick succession.“Hello, son. How’s business coming along today?”“Very well, thank you, dad". He heaved a sigh.“I can tell that you are really stressed from the sound of your voice. But not to worry, you’ll unwind at the party tonight. Looking forward to it as much as I am, right?”Of course, Mark was facepalmed, beating himself up mentally for not remembering the socialites party his father had received an invitation for. He had been so preoccupied with the new investment and putting the board members in their place, that he had totally forgotten about it.“Are you there, son?” Gabriel asked when the line had gone silent fo