*****************************Hikvision camera whirled quietly on the walls. 4k. Clean. The kind that can see deep deep into your souls even at night. Securities in crisp uniform stood on guard, performing security checks on the lines of vehicles.The gate itself isn't just a barricade. It's a static sentinel, enhanced with advanced technology to discover weapons and prohibited items.The security pulled Dominic over with a gentle wave for security check after the next car passed through the gate.Dominic wound down the side with a light smile."Good morning,Sir." The security greeted politely, his sharp eyes scanning the car. "Your gate pass, Sir." Dominic's eyes narrowed in sincere confusion. "Gate pass? Oh, I never knew I'll need that. This is my first time coming here."Understanding the situation, the security nodded, keeping his voice professional and polite. "Are you a visitor? or a new employee?" "I'm just a visitor," He said."And who are you here to see, Sir? Without a gat

*****************************Hikvision camera whirled quietly on the walls. 4k. Clean. The kind that can see deep deep into your souls even at night. Securities in crisp uniform stood on guard, performing security checks on the lines of vehicles.The gate itself isn't just a barricade. It's a static sentinel, enhanced with advanced technology to discover weapons and prohibited items.The security pulled Dominic over with a gentle wave for security check after the next car passed through the gate.Dominic wound down the side with a light smile."Good morning,Sir." The security greeted politely, his sharp eyes scanning the car. "Your gate pass, Sir." Dominic's eyes narrowed in sincere confusion. "Gate pass? Oh, I never knew I'll need that. This is my first time coming here."Understanding the situation, the security nodded, keeping his voice professional and polite. "Are you a visitor? or a new employee?" "I'm just a visitor," He said."And who are you here to see, Sir? Without a gat

The Investment Director, Mr. Elliot Fairmont sat behind his desk with a HP laptop humming gently in his front. On his table were files neatly arranged at a side. At the front, a name plate carried his name and title.Mr. Elliot clad a grey suit which draped over the back rest of the swivel chair, his salt and pepper hair combed back smoothly. Not a strand dared to move. He lifted his head from the computer immediately a knock came on the door to see Vanessa walk inside the room. He leaned back into the leather, swirling on it gently."It's nice to see you again, Ms. Vanessa." Vanessa smiled lightly. "Thank you, Sir." Isabella walked into next, her makeup retouched, but her eyes still carried frustration and anger."Both of you have your seat." Mr. Elliot gestured to the seat as he leaned forward."I and the CFO have looked into your profiles and you both leaves quite the impression about your proposal.." His gaze slides to Isabella. ".. except Ms. Isabella's. And that was due to

"Old hands in the culinary art. Five times Michelin star winner. Undefeated. Topper in the academy. We're winning. Reid has given another chance. A bigger hope to rise and we're not allowing this slip. They're funding the competition. Full backing. Pending endorsement."Mr. Hartwell kept nodding with a sheepish grin, the pasta forgotten cold on the table like they hadn't been feeding on it for the past two months. Daniel leaned in, his voice neutral. "What about your opponent? Who's he?""She," Isabella clipped. A sharp laughter followed, curt enough to cut down Vanessa's pride and confidence cooking artistry. "She's...a nobody. She can't stand my expertise. Just some lucky woman who had the chance to have some dump in the street corner." "You still need practice." Daniel chipped in, his voice firm. "I can't even remember the last time you stepped into the kitchen to cook a real dish."Isabella turned to look at him, smelling the blood underneath his tone. But she didn't bite.Mr.

Vanessa's car tore through the night along a quiet street, her knuckles paled on the steering wheel as she held it tight like her life depended on it— which of course it does. On the next seat was her phone, glowing with Dominic's name. He was the only one she thought of calling at that moment.She'd noticed a car following her from behind since the moment she went to Hakkasan. That same car had been on her tail when she left the restaurant too.She'd been uncertain if actually she was being followed, and so she accelerated the car and turned another corner only for the car to take her direction too. Fear ran her blood cold.She kept glancing at the side mirror. The car headlamp was off, but she could see it through the streetlight. "What am I gonna do. What am I gonna do." Dominic wasn't picking her call.With a racing heart, she quickly typed text on her phone with shaking hands. "I'm n dangee." It wasn't so correct but it was comprehensive enough. She sent the text to Dominic quic