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I finished. The waiter returned my order and I thanked him. “And I'm not going to be doing business with you, Mason. You're a jerk and you're dirty.” I hissed as I threw the files I came with at him. Proof of his shady business and illegal transactions. His face turned red with anger as he glanced through them. “What is the meaning of this?” He growled. I got to my feet. “Have a good day, Mason. And take care of the bill, will you?” I said, gesturing at the untouched meal I ordered.

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

Moreover, outsiders who wanted to rush in to help would be hacked to death if they were not capable. “Master Rockefeller, what are we going to do? My dad is trapped inside! He will get killed if he makes any mistake. He just advanced to the rank of Grandmaster, he could not become the Grandmaster with the shortest lifespan in history!” Kazim hurriedly said. He used to think it was embarrassing to refer to Alex as Master Rockefeller. However, now that he had seen his medical skills, especially after he had helped his father to achieve Grandmaster, he had absolutely no psychological barrier for calling him Master Rockefeller. It was because he lived up to the “Master” title, regardless of him

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

Some people were indignant, commenting one after another. "Is such a bitch actually a vice principal? Did she sleep her way up? Dig her out! There has to be more!" "How dare a mistress boss around there?" "I knew her. Her father is Secretary Maxwell, a very influential figure in the education sector. It's quite a surprise that his daughter has taken on such a role." When they soon found out who my father was, they clamored to report it. At this juncture, any attempt to suppress the trending news would only work the opposite way.

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I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

I was so glad he wasn't a werewolf or I would have been very embarrassed. "Here are the files you asked for, Sir," Ross said. Master snatched the files from his hand, his eyes narrowing at the poor guy for some reason. "Thank you, you can go now. I don't want you on my floor for today. Go anywhere. Don't come back until I specifically call you," he ordered, his voice curt. "Sir?" Ross asked nervously. Master's glare intensified. "Yessir," Ross immediately said, with a little bow for some reason.

Enjoy reading. My story is one that many people will find hard to believe. I'm living it and I find it hard to believe. You see I was that guy. You know the one, the ninety-pound weakling too smart for his own good, too dumb to excel. Well, that is until the day I WOKE. Let me back up a bit. My name is Greg Masters and I can control people's minds. I know, sounds like bad science fiction or some kind of erotic story fantasy doesn't it? But it's not. See, until that fateful day I was your typical nobody.