Chapter 6

My Compass jeep croaked to live as I drove out of my apartment. In the trunk lay my luggage bag. It held clothes and some vanities I had.

After driving around aimlessly, I decided to stop at Morrison Brewery. I should see my father first. Making a sharp turn, I sped down like I had lost my mind.

“Dude … I mean, ma'am, be careful,” the guard at the parking lot said as I curved dangerously into the parking lot and bounced out of the car.

I gave him a piercing look as I bounced away.

I went through a crazy security check until I met one of the staff that identified me. At his mercy, I was allowed into the last floor where the chairman's office was.

As I passed through the lobby, I heard some voices in the mini-conference room that was attached to my father's office.

One of the voices sounded familiar. 

Max!

I swallowed hard as hatred burned through me.

I moved closer and eavesdropped. I couldn't see their faces but I heard the voices.

"...This is a golden opportunity!" Max urged desperation creeping into his voice. "If you invest now, it will be your gain when we bounce back." He added.

The other man burst into queer laughter, “Max, I like your fighting spirit, but that's not only what it takes to save your company. Morrison Brewery is on the brink of bankruptcy, investing now is like throwing my money away.”

“What? My father's company is going bankrupt?” My eyes widened and I listened on.

"Because we have potential!" Max protested. "We're just experiencing a temporary setback. With your investment, we can turn things around."

"I'm not convinced, Mr Max. Your Company's financials don't lie. Investing would be a waste of my money. We are done here,” the man said with finality and I heard it as he rose to his feet.

Quickly, I scurried down the floor and made my way down through the stairs. I couldn't believe what I just heard. 

Morrison Brewery was one of the top companies in the brewery industry, how could it have gone bankrupt and beyond salvation? Those scoundrels were really out to bring my father down.

While I stood at a corner thinking, a popular business tycoon walked out.

Travis Scott!

I recognised him instantly and realization dawned on me. He was definitely the one that Max was persuading to invest in the company.

Travis Scott was the country’s top multi-billionaire Bachelor. His companies were top-rated and virtually, he had no competition. Because of his supreme influence and power, every company wanted to partner with him.

I watched as his bodyguards led him to the parking lot. The guard stationed beside the car opened up and Travis settled in the car. The driver zoomed off with two other cars riding close to it.

As the cars drove away, I glanced back at the entrance and there was Max. His eyes were shades of red and he seemed perturbed.

That bastard!

I walked back to my car and drove away, dejectedly.

Right on the highway, my car was just a few cars away from Travis' cars. With my eyes fixed on the cars, the discussion I overheard between Max and Travis kept ringing in my head. 

It was certain that Max reached out to Travis because he felt Travis was the only one who could bring the company back to its feet.

What if I excel where Max failed? What if I can convince Travis to invest in Morrison Brewery? But how?

Right behind the wheels, an idea occurred to me. With a subtle smirk, I sped up, in pursuit of Travis’ cars.