Mr Churchill had become agitated and restless in his bid to squeeze something out of the Charlton company.He was desperate, and he had to be, because at the rate at which things were moving for him, it was only a matter of time before he and his company hit rock bottom."Can we take this inside and have a proper discussion?" Maxwell spoke.He had been keeping his composure at all the nonsense. Mr Churchill was saying but he had finally hit the wrong button."Are you trying to run away and hide secrets?" One of the reporters who had heard Maxwell asked curiously. Mr Churchill's eyes shone with slight glee at this question.'It seems I made the best decision calling these paparazzi.' He thought inwardly with a vindictive feeling."Why would I do that?" Maxwell retorted with a question of his own as he tilted his head. "I suggested we move into a proper place for such a discussion because we're all supposed to be mature adults." He said sarcastically."... Besides," he continued. "I als
After Mr Churchill had left the Charlton company and the reporters had also found their way out of the company silently, Maxwell contacted Darius immediately."Young master.." He greeted."I saw the news." Darius swiftly replied without allowing Maxwell to finish his sentence."Did I handle it well?" Maxwell asked nervously as he swallowed a gulp. Anyone who saw him would be shocked that this was the same person who had been facing Mr Churchill and the reporters some mere moments ago with confidence and a stern face."Of course you did." Darius replied approvingly. "I even expect that he'll bring more trouble from now on." He added speculatively.The reporters that Mr Churchill had invited to the Charlton company for them to put pressure on Maxwell had all broadcasted the event live. So Darius had watched as the situation unfolded from his house."That is very likely, young master." Maxwell agreed. "Since I also told him that there was a possibility to renegotiate the contract, he'll
Philip was still waiting in his father's office by the time Mr Churchill returned from the Charlton company.There was a perpetual frown on his face as he sat down with crossed arms in Mr Churchill's office."What are you looking at?" Mr Churchill asked with a grimace as he entered into his office."I saw everything." Philip stated."So what?" Mr Churchill replied with a straight face."It's not like you're responsible enough to take actions that concern your own company. I had to make a move that your lazy ass could not do." He said with a sneer as he made his way to his seat."That's not why I came here." Philip was getting uncomfortable with the direction his father was proceeding in so he wanted to change the subject."Of course it's not. Your selfish ass doesn't care about the company that you're supposed to inherit and even when you're being assigned a task to perform, you'd mess it up." Mr Churchill's tone was beginning to rise."I don't mess things up." Philip protested with a
"You!" Mr Churchill's face twitched with unbridled anger as he pointed an accusing finger at Darius.Darius cocked his head provocatively. "What?""W-Why would the manager send you?" He stutteringly asked."He sent me because he wanted to meet with you..." Darius said as he rolled his eyes while saying the obvious.Mr Churchill's eyes turned cold and he snorted with disdain. "Why did he have to send you of all people? This is an insult to me." He protested."Are you going to follow me or not?" Darius asked rhetorically and turned around to go back into the company.As though on cue, Mr Churchill followed him immediately. Even though he held a deep seated grudge against Darius, his current problem was bigger than Darius right now so he has to follow him to deal with Maxwell directly.Mr Churchill still harboured the suspicions that Darius was partly responsible for what he was currently experiencing and he could almost see the traces of a smirk on the side of Darius's face as he traile
Mr Churchill was back to the Charlton company the very next day. In fact, it wasn't just that day, but for several other days after that.Why? The reason was simple. There wasn't going to be any renegotiation. This was Darius's plan that Maxwell was carrying out and Mr Churchill was the one who was on the receiving end, suffering the schemes of the two men.Without giving up on his stubbornness and determination to get his company back on its rights foot, Mr Churchill found himself standing in front of the door of the Charlton company which did not fail to have guards that were stationed there."I'm to see Mr Maxwell today." Mr Churchill declared with a bit of anxiety. He feared that what had happened the previous day would repeat itself...He was half right, or half-wrong.Darius appeared once again before the guards could say a word and motioned for Mr Churchill to follow him without saying a word.This irked Mr Churchill but he followed nonetheless. His face retained the expression
"What could you possibly need my help for?" Darius's blue eyes gleamed darkly. To madam Felicia, it looked as though the air surrounding Darius had gone a little dark and quite a bit oppressive.Her hands shivered slightly and she clung to the handle of her chair with a bit of force. She was showing a calm face when she was actually experiencing an inner turmoil."It's about Carla..." She spoke and paused, trying to think of the best way to phrase her next words. Before she could however, the door through which the maid had gone through opened up and and Johnson, Carla's father walked in. He looked a bit nervous.Madam Felicia was a bit relieved that she didn't have to confront Darius alone. She quickly diverted to him."Johnson, why don't you tell Mr Darius of what happened when you went to see your daughter in Philip's house?" She asked while looking at Darius's reaction from the corner of her eyes.Darius showed no visible reaction but his gaze was now fixed on Johnson curiosly. Jo
Faces of bewilderment focused on Darius at the words that he had just spoken."Because of Carla?"Madam Felicia's head was slightly tilted in confusion as she asked. But after a couple of seconds a realisation dawned on her.'He's still hell bent on getting Carla back for himself. He doesn't want to lose to Philip or Mr Churchill in any way.'Madam Felicia and Carla's parents were thinking along the same line. They saw Darius's words as a declaration to not lose in the competition for Carla. They assumed that to him, Carla was a prize..."You misunderstand me." Darius spoke, jolting them out of their "as expected" thoughts."What?"Madam Felicia raised a voice of confusion."I don't mean that Carla is my prize." He corrected. Then he only got more confused gazes in return."Geez. You're really hopeless." Darius sighed exasperatedly when he noticed the confusion on their faces. They couldn't understand him well."You only see relationships as something to get profit from and that's why
Johnson glared at his mother in annoyance. She was pushing the responsibility of satisfying Darius over to him.The time when they had wanted to marry Carla off, she had been in the forefront pulling most of the strings herself. Now she was leaving the consequences of her actions to others to suffer.Johnson wasn't going to allow any of that."It's not up to me to find out!" He retorted through gritted teeth."Then whose is it?" Madam Felicia asked with a calm and unperturbed gaze."We brought this on ourselves. You can't leave everything to me to figure it out!" Johnson grumbled."What if the time that Darius gave us to fix this mess runs out and I'm not able to come up with results. What do you think Darius would do?""Will he confront just me? Won't be be angry at all of us?" Johnson tried to reason."Hmm." Madam Felicia pondered on Johnson's words.It made sense actually. She knew that she had a large hand to play in everything but she didn't want to have that burden rest on her s