The underworld had its own rhythm, its own set of rules, and its own dangers. Justin had been moving in its shadows long enough to understand that the dangers comes in different forms. But sometimes, a seemingly minor act could sef off a series of events that could alter the course of one's life, even without knowing it at the time. This part of Justin's journey started with one such moment, a seemingly random intervention that would lead to an ally he never really anticipated.It was raining that night in the city when Justin's phone got notified with an unexpected message. It was from one of his most trusted contacts in the underworld, a man named Samir Khalil. He was not a big player, but he had connections that spanned the globe, making him a very valuable asset to keep, and also a part of Justin's growing network. His message was very short but appears urgent.It reads: “I am being set up. Meet me at the docks. We do not have much time.”Without a second thought, Justin sneaked o

It's now been few years and the underworld had been Justin's second home. It had taught him lessons no business school ever could. It had sharpened his instincts, refined his strategic mind, and introduced him to a network of powerful, dangerous people. But as it is, he was now on the precipice of a new chapter in his life, he knew it was time leave the secret life behind.His father had started involving him in the family business more directly. Nelson Drogonuv, his father had always kept him at arm's length from the core operations of the company, believing he was still little and also needed to prove he could handle it before introducing him to the complex world of corporate power. But now, he was getting old and his health had began to decline, and he understands that in the distant future, Justin would need to step in and take over the company. Justin needs to start learning the ropes and for Justin, in as much as he is used to the underworld, this was the time to focus on his or

The bustling headquarters of Drogonuv corporation was a world Justin was familiar with faintly as compared to the dimly lit streets and discreet dealings of the underworld he had been used to for some few years now. Unlike the underworld where he runs his business after school hours, he was now done with high school and had to be here, where the walls are adorned with glass and steel, reflecting the business empire his father, Nelson Drogonuv, had meticulously built over the years. He was now in his late teens, and the building still mesmerized him anytime he walks into it, especially now that he is here to be moulded into its future leader.His father believed in the power of humility and hard work. He had seen so many heirs to corporate fortunes, who had squandered their opportunities by assuming the habit of entitlement. He was determined to make sure his son would not follow that path. This, Justin's induction into the family business started, not in am elegantly designed and plu

The conference room of Drogonuv corporation's headquarters was a masterpiece of design, exuding power and authority. It had hall window that offered a panoramic view of the city skyline, while the room's centerpiece, a gleaming mahogany table, seemed to stretched endlessly. It was here that most of the company's most important decisions were made. For the first time ever, Justin would be part of this room, accompanying his father to a high stake board meeting. By this time, most people had known he was Nelson Drogonuv's son.Justin felt a mix of anxiety, nervousness, and excitement as he followed his father into the room. Around the table, seated, were the company's board of directors, a mix of seasoned execeitieiand shrewd financiers, all of whom held very important stakes in the business. These were the people who measured every word and every gesture. Justin had seen alot of power plays in the underworld, but this was a different place, one where the stakes were soaked in spreadshe

The offices of Drogonuv corporation were bustling with activities as the rhythmic him of productivity filled the air. At this point, Justin, considers himself a young apprentice in the family business, had just staryed his journey in the business world. While his father, Nelson Drogonuv, had assigned him a low level role, it was obvious to Justin that the opportunity to keep learning to be better were endless.One Sunny afternoon, he found himself so neck deep in studying some spreadsheets, trying to make sense of the quarterly reports. Though he had a sharp mind and a thirst for knowledge, the intricacies of the corporate finance were something so new to him. It was during this period of frustration that George Stratton, one of Drogonuv corporation's most respected executives, entered the room and spotted him.George, a very tall man with silver hair and an aura of quiet authority, was quite known in the company as a financial wizard. He had been very instrumental in guiding Drogonuv