A goodly gate decorated with a sparkling ornament opened at the horn of the red Ferrari shoving into the gorgeously abode. The mansion was beautifully built that it could get one's attention in split seconds. An obvious display of wealth or power designed to attract the attention of others. The red Ferrari halted, and two burly men stumbled out of the car immediately and opened the back seat door of the car. A woman believed to be in her 30s stepped out of the car. Her lordly entrance into the ostentatious mansion fit for royalty. Her footsteps stopped when she heard a loud bang at the gate of the mansion. A young boy was hitting angrily and ceaseless at it. “Open the gate! I want to see Mrs. Taylor!!” He said with a heavy bang on the gate, causing so much turmoil than expected. “Who's that?” Mrs. Taylor asked one of the burly guard. “Ma'am, he's DD, the cleaner! “ Everyone in the Mansion including Mr. Taylor himself address him as DD, they aren't really concerned about his

Dylan's body was sent flying through the air, crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. He lay there, bleeding and motionless, his vision fading to black as his head spun wildly. The tears he had been holding back finally broke free, and in that moment, he felt utterly alone and forsaken. The pain was overwhelming, and he couldn't move a muscle. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, but one question kept echoing: "Is this the end?" He thought about all he had lost, and how he had nothing left to lose. The world seemed cruel and unfair, and he felt like he was being punished for no reason. As he closed his eyes, a flood of memories from his life flashed before him. He saw glimpses of his childhood, how his parents died in a car accident, his friends, and his lost love. He thought he heard a faint whisper in his mind, but he couldn't quite make out what it was saying. Just then, the faint whisper in his mind became sharper with a resounding voice ringing in his mind. "HOST D

"What do you want to pay with sir?" Julian asked with the computer facing him. He confidently brought out his thumb finger and made payment. BEEPS...!!! In a split seconds, the transaction was complete and a $10 Million was paid. When the cashier head the beeping sound, she quickly turn the computer towards her and scrutinized with her heart pounding faster than usual. 'What? The transaction went through. Jeez, that's a huge amount of money and I would have handed myself a promotion by the directors.' She thought regretfully. 'She stole my customer and everyone including the directing board will applaud her for a job well down.' She threw a scornful gaze at Julian. She felt like throwing herself to ground and crying like a baby. "Sir..." Dylan threw a bone-chilling stare at Julian, 'Did she just address me with sir? Money indeed can buy respect. Well, she wasn't rude like this mannerless cashier' He spun towards the Cashier with that 'I told you so' stare, served with a side

"Mr. Dylan, are you comfortable? Do you want anything?" Clara asked ardently. Dylan just threw a glance at her and ignored her like there was no one there. Clara felt embarrassed, despite everything she has done to make sure he gets into the good books of Dylan, it just isn't working. A big shot like Dylan was worth consideration and currying favor from him was her target. "Sir, you know this Bank might cost tens of billions and it can be---" "I know!" Dylan interrupted with a contempt look. 'I was just trying to keep a conversation with you, that's all. You don't have to be rude. You're not even the most wealthy man in the city. No one knows Dylan, so why does he have to behave like the whole world is at his feet. Gosh, it's disgusting and annoying!' Clara rumbled in her mind. If Dylan knew what was going on in her head now, he might have intensify it just to tell what being rude is. Subsequently, the elevator lurched to a stop and Miss Julian alongside Scott Hudson walked ou

It was already past midday and all Dylan could think of was how to get to the Xpression Fashion Brand company. It one of the biggest fashion Brand in Stone's City. He needed to dump his old clothes and get some well tailored one. No poor person could actually think of going to Xpression Fashion Brand, unless they are going there to look for a cleaner's job. "How do I get there on time now!" He stepped forward to the taxi stand with the dispatch bag hanging firmly in his hand. Just then, a convoy of luxury cars pulled up, the air was filled with the sound of revving engines and the gleam of polished metal. The three red Porsches and the Black vibrant Ferrari with its iconic logo and curved lines seems to leave everyone at wake A group of muscular men in expensive black suits emboldening confidence and authority emerged from the cars, their presence was so commanding that one could fret at the sight of them. The contrast between their high-end cars and the rusty cars on the street