It was seven in the morning and Isabella Rolan and Jessica Nolan pulled into the open garage of the gigantic building of the Oscow Group. Isabella wasn't able to sleep well overnight. Her mind was occupied by the thought of why Oscow Group had reached out to the Rolan Group. No matter how hard she thought about it, it didn't make sense to her. Her argument with Jessica yesterday was perhaps Oscow was trying to use them to get at Rathclif, but that sounded quite dumb when she thought it through. If Oscow was truly looking for a way to boycott Rathclif or collaborate with another company to achieve their aim, they would never have thought of an inconsequential company like Rolan Group. "Convince me one last time that we are not about to walk into a trap." Isabella said to Jessica, who was fixing her hair, using the mirror as an aid."You are speaking as though I have met them before, or know about why they had reached out to us." Jessica paused for a moment. "I know that this is st

All the executive board members of Oscow Group were gathered in the billion dollar conference hall. The arrival of their master was something that none of them had ever imagined. Photel had this peculiar way of dealing with them. He never lets them in on his visit. Just like a comet in the sky, he would appear all of a sudden leaving all of them unsettled. Those who get shaken the most were the ones who through the years have been appropriating and redirecting all the surplus income of the various sectors to their personal pockets. According to the goal of each sector of the group that made up the consortium, there was an outlined profit that must be realised every one-third of the year. As long as that quota is met, the Executive in charge of the sector starts appropriating the excess funds to his private accounts. There were some of them who would take only part of the surplus, while the rest would take everything that there was to take. To such people, there was no reason to ho

They thought they were headed to the vehicle, but the Grand Mage took a turn towards the elevator that led to his private suite in Oscow. It was a compulsory requirement in the architectural plan of every of the companies owned by Photel to have a dedicated private suite for him. This was for occasions when the meeting might take too long that he would need to pass the night there. As they walked into the Suite, one would think that since it's been over a decade since he last visited, the place would be dusty and unkempt. Surprisingly, it was neatly and alive. Photel looked around for a moment. All the furniture looked relatively new. The curtains, wall, electronic gadgets and several other things that made up the room looked quite new. "We change the furniture every six months. Then we do overall change every year." Aito quickly chimed in when he noticed that the old man was observing the suite very closely. "Where do you take every of the old furniture?" Photel turned to ask.

Bethany Colwill drove into the Burlique Estate. She stopped at the security post for a second, winding down the window to slip something to the head of the security operations. She had called him earlier to ask about the exact penthouse of Aunt Manny. She wanted to pay a surprise visit to her. And because the security fellow had cooperated, he deserved some tips. "Oh, Milady!" The burly man exclaimed. "What did I do to deserve this?"Bethany only gave a smile in response as she drove off, winding down the window. The man was in utter disbelief as he stared at the card in his hand. It was a black card. How can someone hand a security officer a black card just because he gave her a specific instruction without letting the person in question know about the exact thing? And to think that he was merely doing his job.Although Bethany had argued that she was no longer liable to come here at will, nor could she order the security man around anymore since her father was no longer the owner

Isabella rose to her feet, as well as Jessica. The rage that was swelling in her earlier seemed to have escaped through the windows. She looked like a drunkard who had just sobered up. "I'm here." Isaballe replied, almost forgetting that she was supposed to signify herself as soon as she stood up. Dowan stepped to the side to re-assume his seat. He doesn't know when next the name of his company would be called. "We'll have you now." The beautiful lady said, turning away. Jessica quickly put the proposals together, fixing the files that was already scattered. Herself and Isabella hurried towards the hallway. "As you can see, we are class apart!" Jessica snapped at the lady with whom she almost had the fallout. Now that their company had been called first by the representative of the Oscow Group, it was only natural for her to feel on top of the world, and put her haters in their place. As they approached the hallway, the beautiful lady who was the representative of Oscow Group s