“No, I’ll prefer to keep standing, sir, after all, I do not hope to spend long in your office at all,” Axel declined with a wave of her hand. The director shrugged his shoulders and adjusted his sitting position. “Anyways, now that you are back already, I am assuming you already realized how badly you have failed,” he began.Axel didn’t say anything; instead, she bent her head, keeping her gaze glued to the ground and her hands held behind her. “You were given a lot of time for the project work, and then you decided to make a mess out of it. Isn't that impressive, Axel?” he questioned, leaning back on the leather chair. There was a pause, seconds slowly dragged before he decided to continue after not getting a reply from her. His words must have been getting to her already, the corner of his lips curled slightly. Raising a finger, Sterling added, “There is one thing that you should have understood by now, Axel. In this company, talent means nothing in certain situations without th

‘This is not the man’ Those were the first words that made their way to the surface of Ethan’s mind immediately he laid his eyes on the person seated behind a counter. Judging from the way the person dressed, he could tell that he was a receptionist. He had driven down to the shop that is owned by Orion and with a flame of hope igniting his chest that the person he was coming to meet might possess the answers to the mysteries and questions that had filled his head to the brim. Even to the extent that it was literally the only thing he could think about on a free day. “Good day, sir, how may we help you?” the receptionist questioned, pulling Ethan out of his thought process. Ethan walked forward, closing the gap between him and the receptionist. “Orion Asher. That is who I am here to see,” he said, a few steps from reaching the counter. “My boss?” the receptionist questioned, leaning forward. “Yes… given the fact that he owns this place, then we can say your boss.” Ethan answe

“What is a pauper like you doing here?” Charlotte questioned, a look of disgust in her eyes as she laid them on Ethan. “You are a piece of shit, and I wonder who let you into this place,” Amelia stated, mirroring the same look as her mother. “Oh, I can tell what he is here for,” Charlotte quickly chipped in, snapping her fingers. Amelia turned to her mother, waiting for her to speak while Ethan just stared blankly at the both of them. To him, they were both clowns that were putting on an act that bored him to death. Clowns are supposed to be funny, aren’t they?“Oh, please tell me what’s on your mind, Mother, or I might just die off from suspense,” Amelia stated. “Isn’t it obvious? I thought you would have noticed it already.” Amelia focused, thinking, scrambling her brain. Trying to come up with something. “I can’t come up with something,” “Why would a pauper, someone who could barely afford to feed himself when he was with us, be in such a high-end facility? A mod shop for c

“Sorry, sorry, my bad,” Crazy Jim snapped out of the little trance that he had been in for a split second, “I was just thinking of how I could put the words together, and I was also trying to remember the exact conversation as it had gone.” “It isn’t necessary that I get the words exactly as they were spoken. As long as I get the idea, then it’s all good,” Ethan replied to him, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Crazy Jim leaned in closer to whisper to Ethan, “I overheard a conversation among those at the top while I was cleaning an office today, and it seems like a major shipment is arriving in a week.” “Yeah?” Ethan nodded his head, urging Crazy Jim to go on with what he was saying. “From what they were saying… no,” he shook his head, looking into the distance, “They were plotting and planning on another major heist, just like the way they have been doing,” Ethan’s eyebrows slowly narrowed, ‘This is the opportunity that I have been looking for.’ His lips curled s

Weird and suspicious, that is one way to describe John not appearing at work for his shift and Jane comfortably doing his shift without any complaint or discomfort. In fact, it seemed like she would have preferred if no one noticed it, unfortunately, Ethan had done so. Ethan constantly hit his feet gently on the floor while waiting for the time to roll off quickly. There was the urge to leave work before the day was over and check on John to know if he was alright or not, he was the boss of this place after all, but he couldn't do anything to jeopardize his already shaking identity. Two hours slowly dragged by, or that was what Ethan had thought until he picked up his phone to check the time, and it was just fifteen freaking minutes. “Argh!” He groaned, throwing his head backward. “What do you mean by only fifteen minutes have passed since then?” he frowned. After what felt like an eternity, the office closing hour finally arrived. Ethan dashed into the changing room and chang