Back when Manuel Rodriguez hadn’t been disowned by his father and made great contributions to Rodriguez Enterprises, his cousin Zachary, son of his once favorite uncle Don being the one person he adored after his father always looked down on him in various ways but he never retaliated not because he couldn’t but because of his adoration for his uncle.---At night, in Zachary’s room somewhere in Don Rodriguez’s villa, he sat on his bed gloating at the thought of Manuel coming out as Rodriguez Enterprises President/CEO with bruises. He picked up his phone and dialed the number he called the previous day but it wasn’t going through. Since it wasn’t going through, he planned to visit Rodriguez Enterprises tomorrow to visit his cousin and see for himself if the job was executed properly.Everyone living under Don’s roof had gone to bed including Zachary. But not too long after, in the stillness of the night, a figure creeped in through Zachary’s window into his bedroom with three other f

“Or maybe I’m mistaken. The man clearly came here on a motorcycle so the only logical explanation for that is that Mr. Shaw sent that man to get the car for him.” The CEO nodded his head in a trance-like state. “Yes, that must be it.”Few days later, Manuel has Gavin drive him to the company. After going through some documents, he decided to check the financial records to see how it had been going. Picking up the first file and looking through it, he drops it halfway to pick the second.There were inconsistencies on the financial records that were not supposed to be there and these inconsistencies followed a pattern. It was like someone who had access to their finances, always snuck out little amount of money at the end of every month and what’s more interesting that should have obviously been noticed by Don when he was the chairman was that, once the company takes on a huge deal and gets paid for it, that month, it won’t just be the normal amount that is always withdrawn but a larger

Don sat in his car, the backseat with his driver taking him to his mall. He wanted to know how things were going over there as he hasn’t been able to come for his weekly checks. Just then, he received a message from an unknown number. As soon as he read it, he became silent for a while obviously lost in his own thoughts.Who could this be?He dialed his assistant’s number and she picked on the second ring. She wasn’t laid off when Don resigned and so she was given a change of job as a marketing assistant.“Good day sir, been a while,” Katherine said.“Yeah, I’m sending a number to you, trace it to the owner and send me the details,” Don said and hung up. It could be one of his competitors when he was still the acting President, anyways, they’ll be off his neck after the company’s annual anniversary.Then, it wasn’t long before his assistant called back with news, “Sir, the number wasn’t traced to anyone. The person that sent this to you was likely to have used a burner phone.”“Ok,” D

Manuel had to head back to the office as he had a lot of things to work on. With the company’s anniversary drawing closer, he had to pick a fresh theme for the occasion, prepare his speech, approve the funds that will take care of the anniversary’s budget and the likes.At Don’s villa, Don sat in his bedroom vigorously shaking his leg from side to side with a nervous look plastered on his face. It’s now obvious that Wesley was ignoring him on purpose and he seemed to have blacklisted his number. He was mad that he started throwing anything his hands came across and Don didn’t intend on letting it slide.He organized some hitmen to pay Wesley a visit but that night, but instead, later on they sent a message to Don that they couldn’t handle the job. Don flung the papers that were stacked neatly on his desk to the floor, gritting his teeth and letting out a loud groan. Sophie saw all that her husband was going through, but she knew she couldn’t say anything to him in this state, knowing

Lisa leaned forward concerned but Penelope was still on the call. Right after the call was disconnected with the other person, Lisa finally asked. “Is anything the problem?”“The company I signed with called to say that I had to pay for losses on the basis that my so-called poorly drafted contract proposal was interpreted wrongly causing them to deviate from the main idea.” Penelope replied exasperated.“It’s obviously their fault. Why did those motherfu**ers sign the contract with me if they knew it was poorly drafted and now, I have to pay for losses that is way more than the money I’m earning from them.”Lisa patted her back gently, “It’s not your fault, just go home and rest for the day. At least, you look like you need one.”Wesley finished working extremely late, at the time, a lot of people had gone to their various houses. Wesley got into the parking lot and was walking towards his car. Opening the door of his car and about to get in, he was hit and knocked unconscious.Appare