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He said, well aware of how proud his friend is of his new jeep. Adam's argument hit the heart of the most protesting one of them all: Michael, who sat down on the stairs. He was the only one who knew the truth. He had found himself in a dramatic financial situation. For several days he had been thinking how to pay the bills he had accumulated. Michael’s bank account was nearly empty and he had spent his savings on buying a new car. The rest of the cash he had at his disposal was spent in the Tavern on a few lines for everyone present in the restaurant and the previous day, on high-percentage liquors in a liquor store.

Michael yelled, grabbing another bottle and throwing it against the wall, smashing it and spilling its contents all over the floor. “And so what if he comes back, is that what has gotten you all worked up like this?” “Why would it not!” He barked at his friend. “Why would it not?” “You forget who you are Michael. You are the CEO of Skyline hotels and clubs, you have been there the longest, you have the influence over most of the decision making. You are a Hunt, Michael Hunt.” Michael smiled to himself and sat up properly. He chuckled. “Yes, Michael Hunt of the Skyline hotels and clubs.”

It was Michael Andrew, my other best friend, asides from Olivia. "Hey man, how's it going? Where are you?" I asked. Michael was an actor and had been shooting an action movie in New York, he was expected to be back before this evening because he was going to be my best man. "I just arrived at the front of GS Capital. I'll be in your office in a few minutes," Michael laughed. "Get your ass up here man," I laughed and cut the call. I was just about to tell Abigail to hold my next meeting when the door opened and in walked Muna.

He turn to Carlos who nodded for him to start. " Uh ... Actually... First of all we would like to welcome you. We appreciate you for coming and ... Uh " " Go straight to the point " Maximo cut in curtly. He pulled his cigarettes from his lips and secure it between his two fingers. " Time isn't by anyone's side " " We need your help " Santana suddenly said. He couldn't keep on with the thought of what would happen if any delay occurs anymore " it's about Konstantin Dmitri " Upon hearing that name Maximo stop smoking. He put his cigarettes out and placed it in the receptacle container.

Michael did the introduction, he pointed at Lawrence, “This is my grandfather, the wealthiest old man alive. Mr Lawrence Carter. The owner of Lawrence court here and Lawrence court expansion. Where I stay” “Nice to meet you sir,”I bow slightly. Michael continued, “That is my beautiful mother there. She is the power force. She is a strong intelligent woman”. “So pleased to meet you Ma’am”I bowed again. Michael progressed, “My wealthy father. Mr Denzel Carter. My father. Who I act like”. Denzel chuckled, “You act more like your mommy”. “Pleased to meet you also sir”I bowed again”. “I would have suggested you introduce yourself to us. But we all know you and the reason you are here,”Michael sai

The silence, as always, would speak louder. Matthew walked in just as I was filing the papers. “You dropped the bomb,” he said. “Quietly,” I corrected. “Michael’s camp is scrambling. They’d already printed projection reports with Valesca in their portfolio. Now they’re backpedaling. Stock dropped 4.7% this morning.” I didn’t smile. But the glint in my eyes was victory. “He should’ve known,” I said. “This isn’t the world where he gets to play victim and still win.”

I hang up. Who is Michael? You would ask. Well, Michael is Ethan’s greatest competition in the market. He is the CEO of Nova Tech Industries. The second leading tech industry in the United States after Ethan’s. They have been sworn enemies right from startup. That’s why I’m with him. One’s greatest enemy knows thee more than a friend. Together we will bring Ethan down. Everything that he has will go to dust.

"Don't tell me he's dead!" The manager could only tremble in fright. "M-Mr. Dawson, I'm speaking the truth here! Mr. Campbell really is dead! Last night, his car ran off the overpass on the east side of the city. The car was destroyed, and he died in the accident. The forensic doctor has determined Mr. Campbell to have been drunk-driving prior to the accident." Michael felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His complexion was drained of all color at that moment. Even Jordan was so shocked that he could barely utter a word.

my name is Erica Williams, I'm the head of the creative unit" after which I sat down. When everyone had finished introducing themselves. The man went over to whisper some inaudible words to the miserable man sitting at Mr. Wallace's chair. After which the chair turned and the person was none other than my ex. "my name is Damian, Damian Anderson and I'm your new CEO," He said, as his eyes fell on mine. Daring me to do my worst. "It's a dream Erica, now it's time to wake up" I close my eyes and concentrated on waking up. "Wake up Erica" "wake up" I did not know I was mumbling out loud till I felt someone's hand touch mine. It was Frank's. I opened my eyes and everything seem the same, it wasn'

Instead, I got up, walked to Tyler’s wall—the thin one separating our apartments—and pressed my hand against it. “I’m here,” I whispered, even though he couldn’t hear. “Even if you don’t want me inside tonight… I’m here.” I grabbed my phone, scrolled straight past every missed call, every panic text, every notification from reporters or old teammates, and found the name I needed. Uncle Michael. One of the most powerful media owners on the West Coast. A man who could snap his fingers and silence entire networks. He picked up on the second ring, sounding like he’d been expecting me.