2025-06-09 07:35:23Blake stood there like a Banshee statue. He looks not only devastated but heartbroken. Not for once, not even slightly, Jemina has never reacted that way to him. Anger burned through his heart. Something snapped within him. His fist tightened and he felt like punching something.
To hit something! To vent all the pains, the mockery, the embarrassment he had been facing from the family on something. Most of all, he felt like punching Mason's lips off his mouth. That bastard is up to something mischievous. His eyes were red with rage and his whole body trembled with the heat of the rage. But fighting now would complicate things more. He took a deep breath that flushed down the anger. His chest felt released as it dropped. His tightened fist loosened slowly and his eyes cleared like clouds, the angry dying slowly. Mason was watching with a playful smirk on his face. He was playing his game smartly. Patriarch Walter took a step forward, his expression cold and uninviting as ever. “You're leaving this house! And I'm giving you just three days. Just 72 hrs. 72 hrs to return my money otherwise–” He paused, a deadly smirk tugging on his lips. “You know what I can do. I can–” He paused, shaking his head gently as if the gravity of what he could do pressed his tongue down but the smirk remained on his face– threatening. Hearing the judgment, Mason's smirk spread across his face. His head tilted slightly to the left and he was obviously pleased at Pa. Walton's declaration. There is no way Blake is going to get that money back. That fucking wretched son-in-law! Mason was damn sure. He can bet his balls for that. The mystery of how the $50,000 disappeared remains known to him alone. “You have just 5 minutes to leave!” Patriarch Walter said and stormed out. ****** Inside Jemina's room, she laid on the bed, shedding her eyes out. The door of the room swung open and Mrs. Smith walked in, leaving the door open. “Have you seen who you married?!! A leech! A Theif!” She pointed her finger sharply in a direction. “Is that who you call a potential husband?! A potential thief!! It's just too incredible Jemina! Very incredible and –” She continued her tirade, her words cutting like a blade, each word hurting Jemina than the first. Blake dragged his feet into the room. Mrs. Smith turned to him sharply, her eyes flashing anger. “And what are you still doing here! Get your stinking life out of my daughter's life!! She doesn't need a worm like you! Enough of the harm." Blake blinked, his chest tightened with ache. “I didn't take the money. You need to believe me, honey.” Mrs. Smith laughed and her lips twisted in disgust. “Honey? What honey? There is no more honey, Mr. Wrecker! Just go, leave her life with your miserable life!” She spat. Jemina's eyes kept pouring with tears. Blake knew Jemina was utterly disappointed in him. She believed he really stole the money. It wasn't her fault. He was evidently accused or maybe it was her fault for not trusting the man she married enough. Blake left the house with nothing. The city was buzzing with the sound of automobiles but all of it only faded in his ear. Blake entered a restaurant and found himself an empty seat at the corner. The hums of the customers, the clinks of glasses and the clangs of cutleries against fine plates were like a cacophony to the symphony in his heart. Even the sweet aroma in the air hit his nose like a stench. How is he going to get $50,000 in three days? No miracle or magic can make that happen especially for a jobless man like him. But the system– “Good morning sir. Welcome to fine and wine restaurants. Please what will you be getting from us ?" The voice of a female staff worker broke him out of the thought. Blake looked up to see the young lady smiling at him. He smiled back, faintly and leaned back slightly. “I'm not getting anything..” The lady frowned slightly. “I mean..I'm just here for now. I'll order something later.” He reconsidered his statement. “Alight sir. We'll be glad to serve you with our finest.” She said politely, her smile practiced and she walked away. Immediately she left, the smile on Blake's face dropped and only one thought occupied his mind again. The system. If he could afford his mother's bill with the help of the mysterious system then he can actually afford something much more. As he was thinking. The blue hologram screen appeared before his eyes. He startled, just slightly. He leaned backward, his chin raised slightly as he looked at the screen. He didn't want to draw attention to himself so he watched quietly. KNOWLEDGE ON CASHFLOW: 2% STATUS: LIABILITY ACCOUNT BALANCE: $13,000. MISSION: HOST IS TO SECURE A CONTRACT WITH GLOBULEX FIRM. REWARD: UNDISCLOSED. LEVEL: EASY. CONSEQUENCES IF MISSION FAILS: SYSTEM WOULD HACK INTO GLOBULEX DATABASE. Gasp! Globulex?! As heavy as the name sounds, so as might of the firm. Globulex is not just an ordinary company. They're monumental. No firms compete with them. They're literally the king, cloaking over other firms like clouds. Before any company can secure contacts with them, they must have what it takes –experience, expertise, Credibility, Innovation and differentiation. In a simpler word, the companies that must secure a contract with Globulex must stand out. Blake's heart dropped. And the reward. Why didn't the system disclose it? It must be something really huge. He thought. And another thing is the consequence. If he fails the task then that means he'll be in trouble. If the Globulex database is hacked and the error is traced to him. He'll really be in a mess. Raw mess. Blake gulped down as the thoughts sinked into his mind. He had heard whispers and even from Jemina talking about how Globulex had rejected their proposal countless times. The Walters group were fortunate Globulex allowed them in. Some firms didn't step beyond the gigantic gate of the firm. Some were dismissed by the securities like they hold no significance. Sigh. Almighty Globulex. That is the same gigantic company Blake wants to stand before– to secure the almost impossible. And the most crazy thing. Why did the system tag the mission easy?! His thoughts reeled. Blake knew one thing. This system is about to change the game. And it's just getting started.
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Vallero Tailors.It is not just a name. It's a name, cloaked in luxury. Refinement and specialty.Only business magnates, powerful figures that could rattle the fabrics of the society with a flick of their fingers sort out clothings from the industry.The glossy sun of the day bounced off the towering glass facade, blinding. At the top entrance emblazoned the name in bold black; Vallero Tailors.At the nearby parking lot lined sleeks of cars, a far cry from the beat– car Blake once owned. It wasn't a car. It was faults, problems and trouble cloaked in old metal.Blake wants to erase his ugly past and with an iron pen, carve his name on a golden plate. He wants to change the game. The table must flip. Not just flip— Flip to the golden side.In his ordinary cloth— a frayed jacket, stained with grease from years of hard work in the Walton's family while a black jean trousers which had long gone out of fashion, ripped in the knee and faded, almost turning white hung on his waist.As he st
Almighty Gbobulex
Blake stood there like a Banshee statue. He looks not only devastated but heartbroken. Not for once, not even slightly, Jemina has never reacted that way to him. Anger burned through his heart. Something snapped within him. His fist tightened and he felt like punching something.To hit something!To vent all the pains, the mockery, the embarrassment he had been facing from the family on something. Most of all, he felt like punching Mason's lips off his mouth. That bastard is up to something mischievous.His eyes were red with rage and his whole body trembled with the heat of the rage.But fighting now would complicate things more. He took a deep breath that flushed down the anger. His chest felt released as it dropped.His tightened fist loosened slowly and his eyes cleared like clouds, the angry dying slowly.Mason was watching with a playful smirk on his face. He was playing his game smartly.Patriarch Walter took a step forward, his expression cold and uninviting as ever.“You'r
Regret, Regret, Regret
“No one walks out on me!!" Pa. Walter boomed.The room fell into dead silence. No slightest sound made its way out from the animates in the room except the Flat screen on the wall, displaying the live news.“And where is the idiot?!! Blake!!!" Blake entered the living room hurriedly. His face was a mask of sweat. A white apron hung around his neck. The smell oozing from him was a mix, enough to choke anyone out; Smoke, rubber, Aroma, antiseptics– every smell, single droplets of sweat was a testament of the work he had laid his hands on that morning.Those who stood near him adjusted from him, pinning their nose from the stench more like spite.Blake was unmoved. He's used to it. He steadied his breath. He was surprised to see everyone standing before Pa. Walter likes servants about to be judged by their mighty boss.He took a brief glance at his wife, Jemina but the expression on her face was something he couldn't comprehend. It was a cycle of emotion– sadness, embarrassment, disapp
Accusations
“What has come over you, Jemina!! That thing you call a husband doesn't befit you!Your father and I accepted your union with him because we thought he is from a rich family. But he's just a common orphan with no legacy left behind! And now we don't want him anymore!! Enough!" Blake stood outside, at the door, listening to his Mrs. Dennis, Jemina's mother berated her.His heart tightened in his chest, a feeling of disappointment creeped into his soul. Disappointment towards himself for not making Jemina pass through all these shits.“You're going to divorce that man. Today! Now!!" The words hung in the air, settling on Blake's shoulder like a lead. His heart skipped.Silence fell inside and Blake Listened closely to hear from Jemina saying.“Mum, No..I can't divorce him. You might see Blake as someone with no assured bright future but he is more, mum. He has potential. I see a man who is willing to do everything to make something work out. He just needs the chance mum! The chance
Drama in the kitchen.
Inside of Mr. Frank's office speaks for itself– Professional mixed with elegance.The polished desks that caught the soft glows of light from the ceiling, the shelf seated on the pristine flooring, resting against the white wall. It was occupied with files of both past and current patients. And on top of the shelf rested acrylic awards and award trophies in gold and silver reflecting subtle glows from the light– a testament of his achievement in the firm.He slumped into his chair and pulled out his phone, tapping on it sharply.He put the phone on his ear as he dialed Jemina's number but it was Mason, her cousin who picked the call.“Mason? Where is Jemina and what are you doing with her phone?" Mason's voice came from the other end, polite and calm. “She forgot it in the office so I went to retrieve it.”Silence fell on the line. Mr. Frank tapped his finger on the desk, his mind reeling. He's the curious and desperate type that takes interest in even little things especially the
Penniless to thousandnaire.
The smile on Dr. Frank's face dropped like someone who had just seen a phantom at the eerie hour of the night. His knee buckled under the weight of the cashier's confession.Blake? It can't be!” He pondered, the possibilities of him paying such an amount is 0.001%Very far from possible.He whipped his face back to the cashier who had been observing his shocking expression on his face all along.“I was just as surprised as you, sir. Just a few hours ago, he ran out of the hospital to raise funds for his granny but now he even paid for the exclusive ward.” The woman said with a genuine smile, her words hitting on Mr. Frank's nerves. The woman noticed the surprise on his face but the confusion that lingered beneath was what she couldn't read.Mr. Frank's face narrowed. “Are you sure he was the one?" He pressed on, taking a brief tentative glance at Blake again and again.The cashier nodded and turned the Payment machine to him, the screen met his confused gaze.“Here sir, the confirma
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