After the most embarrassing day at work yet, Oscar boarded the bus. He wasn't headed home this time; rather, he was headed for a place he didn't wish to be, his in-laws' house. Oscar would never forget the ill treatment, which had contributed to his renting an apartment despite his financial struggles. Seated in the back of the bus, his mind drifted off to how often his mother-in-law would slap him across the face for the slightest of mistakes.His father-in-law was rarely present because of his job as CEO, but each time he was, his gaze on Oscar was nothing short of disdain and disappointment. He often scoffs at Oscar, calling him a loser and unworthy to have been married into their family.Amongst these, what Oscar counted most as hatred was watching his father-in-law give a ten-million-dollar contract to a hired stranger despite knowing that he could do the job. He realised that it wasn't just poverty anymore, they hated him and would want him to remain that way so that they would

The superstore isn't one of the best places to be employed. The payment was good, but the treatment was absurd. Workers are turned against each other in the most brutal way possible, and almost every employee hates the others and wouldn't hide their excitement when a colleague is fired. It is a toxic work environment to say the least. And for Oscar, it is nothing but hell.Their pathetic little giggle whenever he walked by, their murmurs and whispers of mockery never seemed to escape Oscar's ears. This is because it's all they ever wanted to do, to humiliate him and make him feel very little of himself, especially having been demoted from a salesman to a janitor. "How can someone be this shameless? If I were him, I'd never show my face in this establishment ever again," they said, and they couldn't be far from the truth, but Oscar needed money, even if for nothing else but the overbearing landlord needed to be settled.All they saw was a man whom has been demoted; none of them knew a

The headline "Evermore Conglomerate's New CEO" spread like wildfire among everyone's business enterprises, organisations, and companies owned and managed by the Evermore Conglomerate. The email was sent as soon as the position was claimed, and it sent shock waves through the spines of everyone who read it.After the death of its founder, Mr Berlin Evermore, curiosity spread across the globe with everyone wondering who the next CEO might be. Mr Evermore had only daughters, lost his wife in a plane crash and thus did not have an heir to the multi-trillion-dollar establishment he had established. His immediate family were not people he trusted; his younger brother was a criminal, and his daughter... well, it is said that she isn't capable of running an entire family business even with the backing of the father's supporters. To him, she just wasn't strong enough.Despite the shocking news, one thing remained a mystery: the identity of the new CEO. In the emails sent out to partners and c

The line was silent for a few seconds, and Oscar wondered if he had asked for too much. But then again, he believed that it was unfair for a CEO to live on rent, when he could afford homes anywhere on the planet. "Mr Wellington, I..." Kevin paused, as if recollecting his thoughts, "I already had an agent contact the landlord about purchasing your apartment, I believe that you should have known already." Oscar's lips tightened, he glanced at the nearest object and then let out a smile. "I didn't know that," he said, "But can I still buy every single house that he owns, if that's not too much to... "Mr Wellington," Kevin cut him off, his tone was casual, so it didn't seem disrespectful. He thought it was strange that Oscar needed his permission to act, whereas it had to be the other way around. 'Doesn't he know just how powerful he has become?' "Kevin, you still there?" "Yes, sir, I can arrange to get that done for you, but don't you think, sir, that it would disturb the whole i

In the bustling city of Southend, the Drunk'n Bar was known as the ultimate nightlife destination. Renowned for its lively atmosphere, affordable food, cheap drinks, and loud music, it drew crowds from all walks of life. Locals cherished it as a place to unwind, smoke, dance, and revel without restraint, claiming that a mere ten dollars could guarantee an unforgettable night.Oscar, who had avoided the bar since an unsettling incident during his final college year, decided to return that evening, dismissing his security concerns. Arriving around six, he found the bar only partially filled. After ordering a drink, he settled into a corner table, hoping to relax and perhaps get lost in the moment.The bar was yet to get crowded, but more than fifty people were already seated at the tables, couples and friends chatting over a bottle of drinks or a tray of grilled chicken."One Pacific Peak, please," Oscar requested at the counter, and as soon as he was served, he settled down at one of t