Max swallowed, feeling the weight of the threat. He didn’t want to lose the job, not after everything. Finally, after a long pause, he let out a slow breath. "Fine. I’ll do it." Sylvester smirked, "Good. Make sure it can’t be tracked." "I'm aware of that. I will do it in a way no one will find out." Max replied, and Sylvester smirked, "That’s perfect. This is exactly why I put you in that company." "I'm just doing this because I wanted to keep my job, not that I'm in support of it. I believe you will call me later and tell me you have changed your mind." Max said, and Sylvester smiled. "I will call you. Yeah, I will, but I would call you to ask you how it went." "I can see you have made up your mind." Max continued. "Anyway, I will be going now. You will hear from me." "Alright." Sylvester replied, and they shook hands. Max stood up and adjusted his jacket before heading toward the door. As he stepped outside, the cool evening air wrapped around him. He felt the weight of a deci
The evening was calm, the city lights blinking softly through the windows as Max stepped into Sylvester’s apartment. He had come directly from the company to see Sylvester. His shirt was slightly wrinkled from the long day's work. Even though his expression was neutral, there was an underlying curiosity in his eyes. He knew he was about to pay back Sylvester. He had told him earlier that he was under his order. Sylvester opened the door for him, "You can come in." Max stepped in and glanced briefly around the lavish space before taking the seat offered to him. He leaned back slightly and adjusted himself. Sylvester sat opposite him and crossed his leg, then proceeded to ask, "How is work in the company?" "Everything is going fine," Max replied. "So, I called you for something important. You remember what I told you the day you got the job. I told you that you are working for me. You take orders from me. To put it in a simple way, I put you inside her company so I could gain acc
"I honestly don’t know," Mr. Kane admitted. "I’ve been reviewing the numbers myself, and they don’t make sense. I can't tell where the problem is coming from. It's been giving me sleepless nights. We have spent a lot and gained nothing." "Show me the advertising template the company used. The banners and the video. I didn’t get the chance to review it before they launched it". Mr. Kane nodded quickly and retrieved his tablet. He pulled up the campaign templates and handed them over to her. As she watched closely, her expression began to shift into disappointment. She wasn't satisfied with what she was seeing. The video lacked everything that could capture a buyer’s attention. It was generic and predictable. The kind of template people had seen a thousand times before. There was nothing fresh, nothing creative. Worse than that, it failed to display the full range of the product’s usefulness. "This is it?" she asked with some trace of frustration in her voice. "This is the campaign
"I don’t think so. Maybe she’s still occupied with taking care of her father." He replied and Vanessa rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed with his reasoning. "Taking care of her father won’t stop her from sending the money. She’s delaying, Sylvester. That’s all this is. She doesn't want to send it. Can't you see it?" "No, I don't think she is delaying intentionally. There must be something holding her that we don't know." "I don't believe that. Maybe she found out about our plan. Think about it." "Nobody knows about our plan, not even her Ex-Husband. So there is no way she will know." Sylvester assured her. "Why don't you call her?" Vanessa asked. "I should call her?" Sylvester repeated, seeing it was quite a bad idea. "Yes," Vanessa replied without hesitation. "Call her and ask her why she’s failing to fulfill her promise. Tell her that if she doesn’t send the money soon, you are going to lose your business to the man you borrowed from." "It's a nice suggestion, but
Desmond pulled into the driveway of his family home, still buzzing from the evening’s events at the Orton mansion. He stepped out, adjusted his suit, and walked up the steps to the front door. When he opened the door, he found his mother and sister sprawled comfortably in the living room. The television was casting gentle flickers of light across their faces. "Welcome home, Desmond," his mother welcomed him warmly, pausing the remote before turning to him. His sister smiled broadly, clearly excited. She couldn't wait to hear from Desmond. She was expecting a good news. "How did it go?" his mother asked in curiosity. "I hope it went well." Desmond dropped his key and smiled at her. "It went better than I expected," he said and settled onto the sofa next to his sister. "Sir Orton forgave me." "That's great! I'm happy to hear that." The mom said in excitement. "Not only that. He welcomed me back into Orton’s Group. He even promised my company a five hundred million dollar co
"Who is Sylvester?" The dad asked. "The man who came around when you were in the hospital." Jethro answered, and Sir Orton’s expression hardened slightly. "I’m going to talk to her." With that, he walked toward Anabel’s room. He got to her door and knocked lightly before pushing the door open. She was sitting on her bed, flipping through her phone. When she looked up, she immediately knew why her dad was there. "Anabel, are you seeing another man?" He bluntly asked without wasting any time. Anabel raised a brow and dropped her phone aside. "Why are you asking me that?" "Your behavior shows that you’ve seen another man that you plan to marry." He replied, and she scoffed lightly and shook her head. "Stop assuming too much, Dad. This has nothing to do with that. I just don’t want Desmond anymore. I despise him already." Sir Orton exhaled and stepped closer to her. "I knew how much you hated him, but I think he has changed. You can give him a second chance." "I've moved o