In an hour and thirty minutes, the coffee break section was done. Before the meeting attendees parted ways, some of them still mingled in conversation. Even, Raphael shared about Aiden to Maverick in their conversation. "Well, my son is never interested in farmership. I ever asked him to read some books about plants and lands' type. Yet he could not absorb the theory further." Raphael uttered while sipping his cigarette and blew the smoke to the air. At that time, Maverick and the old man were standing behind the balcony of the sixth floor, where the meeting room took a place. "How about the practice? Can he do it?" Maverick inquired while attentively listening to the old man. Raphael glanced at him in hearty smirk. He could not specify how Aiden was not talented enough to plant a crop though it was the basic one. "He only know how to water the plant. That's why he ever told me to let him work behind the desk instead," He claimed. Maverick nodded at the the truth. It was t

Two days, after gearing up for handling his company's internal case, Maverick was back to the university. As usual, he had to deal with projects and sort of quizzies since it was the last week before the final tests began. When the good day came, he decided to go to the library. He required more resources for two individual projects assigned by Mr. Thompson. The silence and calm atmosphere intensified as he stepped inside the room with more than ten book shelves and some computer rooms. Walking from shelf to shelf, he carefully put his glances on the book titles. He really had to find enough resources since he got easy topics to write a brief report and an essay. Besides that, he was keen on having higher GPA than some months ago, when he was on the second semester. However, in his process on finding the right books, he heard a few female voices and laughter. Among one of them, he knew the voice owner was there. Once he had taken a thick book, he peeked through the gaps aroun

in 08:15AM, Maverick reached his destination. Though he only got some pictures as a report of the case, he still believed it could be the clue of the whole big picture. Just because it was a mall piece of the puzzle, it still had relation with how the puzzle would look in the end. With a few gentle knocks on Sophia's door, he stepped in as his boss ordered. "Good morning, Mr. Parker," Sophia uttered while she got a cup of chamomile tea in his hands. it seemed she just made it. "You may be startled with the photos I'll share, Ms." Maverick smirked slightly when he uttered the truth. Subsequently, he took his phone, opened the image folder, and showed it to his boss. Sophia gently checked on the photos. They showed the interaction between Franco and Martin, both inside and outside the cafe. "This man doesn't know where to put his face well. I'll give him an important lesson once this case is done," She nagged in frustrated tone. It was reasonable why Sophia faced another dis

At another minute, Maverick had pulled out to the street. He swiftly took the fastest route to Hampton Corp. Yet, in the middle of the journey, Gregory thought of having some cups of coffee and snacks. Since he noticed the hunger in his belly, he stopped by at the cafeteria that sold pastrami sandwich and coffees. With the quick simple lunch menu, they talked and enjoyed the meals. "This is quite nice though it is not expensive like The Pastra, the restaurant that sells premium type sandwiches," Gregory commented after he savoured a small sized of pastramy sandwich on his plate. It reminded him of the famous restaurant that only served sandwich as their speciality. Maverick, just acknowledging new reference of food, stared at him and nodded a bit. He then responded, "Really? I just know about it since I have never been to the restaurant with one special menu." "Yeah, it is. Next time, you must spend time there with your friends or coworkers. It may be not budget friendly, but

"It seems you have adapted well in this company, Mr. Parker," Franco opened the conversation as he pressed the button, and the elevator's doors closed immediately. "I try, at least, sir." The sense of awkwardness crept on Maverick's nerves. It may be a casual talk, but he felt it contained some mockeries in the way he asked. "But, you need to watch your steps in this company, young man." Franco stated as he put his hands on his pockets. It seemed he wanted to frame his wife with his poisonous lies. As the elevator escalated them, Maverick squinted his eyes and queried, "What do you mean, sir? I'm sorry I cannot understand it clearly." "Well, you may see my wife as a good old woman and the decent type of boss in this company. However, don't trust her too much. She can be very bossy, instructing her people to do this and that," Franco cleared up what he meant. The evil smirk spread on his wrinkled old face. Yet, those words didn't affect Maverick at all. He might not be cl