Blake adjusted his tie for the third time that morning, tugged on the hem of his suit, the one that was soaked under the rain the other night. Priscy had washed it, ironed it but it still looked withered like it'd long lost its colour.But he reminded himself like always. It isn't about the look. It's about potentials. He stared at his reflection, his eyes swollen from sleepless night, brainstorming and pitching. He'd printed proposals during the day. The system had tiered the mission as easy but it felt heavy. But he has to prove a point to everyone who had looked down on him— that he's not worthless.He needed to show Jemina that truly, she was right— That her husband isn't useless, that the hidden potential she'd seen in him when no one did had surfaced. And the Walters family, they'd marvel at his win but yet beneath those heartwarming thoughts is a gnawing doubt.What if i fail? No,He quickly shook the thought off. There is no time for failure. No time for setbacks. He has to

Blake Blinked, staring at the Juliana with uncertainty nibbling in his heart.She's just a manager but the way she speaks..it was like she owned the whole organization.Like her managerial position was only a facade. Her tone indicated a woman who had sipped from a golden cup meant for a goddess and powerful men and as though she was used to speaking about billions.Julianne didn't say another word. She simply grabbed the office telephone. She didn't ask. Didn't request. It was a direct instruction.“Postpone the interview. Next 30 minutes. I'm in an urgent meeting.” She said and dropped the phone.Blake stared at her, wondering what she was trying to prove. This woman was putting her career at risk because of what?Blake clutched his file tight and his voice came next, low but firm.“Ms.Julianne,” He started, “First I shouldn't be in this room with you and I only helped you. You don't need to impress me to show gratification. You're just a manager here. You're putting your duty here

Franks accusations stung like dagger dripping with poison.“And if I check you and you have the phone, what should I... everyone here do to you.” He pointed around, his voice dropping to a quiet thunder, firing Blake a glare.Other staffs of Globulex had clustered and the Murmuring buzzed louder.“Check him! Thief are useless confidence until their ass is exposed!" A woman with a designer purse screeched.Another man twisted his face with disgust, eyeing Blake up and down with clear disgust and under– looking gaze, judging from his appearance.“He looks like a piece of rag. Who allowed him wall inside of here. Someone like this doesn't even deserve a damn seat here!" He adjusted his clean white suit with fingers that carried a silver cartier Worth millions of dollars.Grace stood at a side, a curt smile on her lips— knowing and cruel.‘You'll be disgraced.’ She said in her mind.Blake looked at her, his face tightened with a scowl but he suddenly smiled. A small smile that would make

Blake's words hung in the air— unsettling. His hands jammed into his pants pocket, eyes cold, locked on Sarah as though he would tear her down with his gaze. He looks like a professor and he's about to teach her some real lessons.Sarah's smirk deflated like weary tires, her shoulder sank but her eyes carried an unsettling weight— anger and disbelief.She warred Confusion, wondering just how the phone got back into her bag when she'd slipped into his pocket to implicate and embarrassed him. Not only did she look like a fool but also dumbstruck. The worthless son-in-law of their family had literally lashed her ass and she was about to kiss the dust right in front of.... the people were waiting, phones hanging in the air to record her embarrassment like it was some sort of entertainment. Her finger tightened, digging into her palm. These were the same people who'd supported her earlier, but now they've bailed.. calling her a thief. “Kiss his boot! A promise is a debt and the consequenc

“Not yet!” A voice cut in from behind.The hall turned and all eyes settled on Juliana who had rose to her feet, her suit sharp, no crease, just razor smoothness, absorbing the light. She stepped out behind the desk, her heels jamming the floor like bullet hitting steel.She stopped a few metre away from Frank who had nearly collapsed from the earlier declaration.Julian smirk, her lips curling. Then she began, her voice smooth, dripping venom of destruction “Frank here has proven to be a Scum. Good. He's fired but...” Juliana paused, taking another step forward, her eyes cold. “...he has so step out and confess that everything he had said about being the son of Globulex is all false.” A heavy pause.Frank couldn't speak.“And, you accused a man unjustly, for stealing a phone without any evidence. You're a bad egg in this company and you're out! But not without apologizing to the man. And you'll do that in front of the world because you accused him falsely with your accomplice, Sara