The next morning, he was being woken up by a disturbing sound from the parlour. Opening his eyes, he saw the maid who was busy sweeping and cleaning the parlour. Turning to see that her boss had awakened, she greeted him.“Good morning, sir,” She greeted.“Morning,” he replied, looking at his hand. He was surprised to see that he was still holding the bottle of wine even while sleeping.He dropped the bottle on the table and left for his room upstairs. But before climbing the staircase, he turned to the maid and told her to make his breakfast very quickly, because he would soon be going out and he needed to eat before going.While Mr Stanley was looking forward to meeting with his friend to see if he would be able to help him out, Mr Raymond Sean's uncle had already fixed a date for the meeting to be held after several contacts were made with the three organizations that were willing and ready to partner with the Emigrant conglomerate, aside from the Grey corporation. The very day Mr

“Don’t say that, please, you have to help me do something for me to get back my restaurant, that place means so much to me.” Mr Stanley pleaded with Raymond.There was some silence between them because Mr Raymond was deep in thought on how to help his best friend get his restaurant back without causing any problem in the family.“It is not that I don't have the intention of helping you as my friend, but I don't want to do anything that will stir up a fight between me and him,” said Mr Raymond.“Think about it, there must be a way of helping me without a fight, you are my only hope now, that's why I came to you.” Mr. Raymond thought for a while, still trying to figure out a way out. While still thinking, an idea drops into his head, which makes him let out a soft smile.“There is a way out, but.” “But what?” Mr Stanley asked. Raymond was silent for some time, contemplating whether to tell his friend or not, but he decided to, because that was the only way he could help him get his

They were so engrossed with each other that they didn't know that time was going adding to the effect of the drink on them.“We shouldn't be doing this,” Sean said.But Miss Abigail wasn't ready to let go; she had been dreaming about this moment with Sean from the very first day she set her eyes on him. Sean tries pushing her away, but she holds on tight to him.“We need to stop this now, it is getting late,” Sean said.“I know, but I'm sorry I can't,” Miss Abigail said and continued kissing Sean and also losing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt.Just as she was about to pull off his shirt, his phone rang.Trriiinng! Trriiinng!.Sean, managing to pick up his phone from the table, looked at it to see who it was. He was shocked to see who the caller was.“What the fuck!” He said, and forcefully pushed Miss Abigail off him and answered the call.“Hello, sir.” “Why are you not yet at home?” a deep voice echoed from the other side of the phone, and it was from Mr Walter, his grandfather.“I’

While going outside, Mr. Stanley was optimistic about going to the Emigrant conglomerate, and he was thinking of a way out to avoid going there, but after thinking about it for some time, and he still couldn't find a way out of it, he decided to take the bold step of going there, hoping in his heart that it shouldn't work out. He returns back inside and finds Miss Rose, Emily's mother, sitting on the parlour couch watching the early morning news. “I thought you were going out?” Emily's mother asked after seeing Mr. Stanley inside.“Yes, but we are going together.”“Going together to where?” Emily's mother asked in confusion.“To the Emigrant Emerald conglomerate,” Mr Stanley replied.“Okay, let me go upstairs and change my dress, I will soon be back.” While she left for her room to change her dress, Mr. Stanley sat down on the couch watching the TV with a sad and worried expression on his face. Inside the room, Emily who was on her phone, chatting with her friends, was surprised

Before leaving with Sean to his office, Mr Stanley signals Emily and her mother to wait for him, while hoping to resolve the issue. While waiting for him, Emily said to her mother.“I told you he was the mysterious owner of this Emigrant conglomerate.”“No, I don't think so, didn't you hear what he told Mr Stanley?” Her mother asked, sounding optimistic about it.“I believe he was just trying to cover up his identity so as not to be known by us,” Emily replied to her mother.“I don't really know why you still believe that good-for-nothing Sean is the owner of this great and big organization. I mean, take a good look at this place, does it seem like a place for someone like him?” Her mother asked again.Emily takes a look at the place following her mother's words. But she was still very convinced that Sean was the Mysterious owner of the Emigrant conglomerate, even without any proof for it.“You wouldn't understand, Mum, don't you see the way he dresses and how handsome and good-lookin