2026-01-11 06:50:27Robert was thrown against his delivery bike, he landed with a massive thud, grazing his elbows. Blood spots came up from his elbow, he wiped at it with a piece of his clothes. Most of the people that walked past pointed at him laughing, they were making fun of him.
His phone rang, it was not a familiar number, but he picked.
“Hello Robert, it's been a while.” The voice greeted.
It was too familiar to not recognize, it was uncle Phillip, Robert's uncle, and the one that brought up his casting out of the family.
“What do you want?.” Robert asked rudely, as far as he was concerned, they were no longer related.
“Now that's not a way to speak to your uncle, I went through great lengths to get your number,”
“What do you want uncle Phillip?” Robert repeated the question.
“Our clan needs your help Robert,” uncle Phillip pleaded.
There was a smug smile on Robert's face, they definitely heard about his oil wells. The one thing they mocked him for.
“Why should I help you, you kicked me out without sympathy, for spending my own money.”
“We are sorry, and we are willing to do anything to be in your good graces again.”
“I don't have that kind of money you need, besides, what could make Zenco enterprise be in need of my help.”
“Your cousin, Carlton, we made him president, but he got into some shady deals, if you don't help us, the Jackson family name would be dragged in the mud.”
“How much are we looking?” Robert asked.
Uncle Phillip was skeptical, he didn't want to mention the amount at first “A hundred and fifty million.”
“That's a little amount to be so worked up for, I will help on one condition.”
“Name it, anything you want.” Was uncle Phillips hasy reply.”
“I want to be the president of Zenco.” Robert demanded with full authority.
“Consider it done, I'll make the arrangements for your arrival, when you come, the office will be ready for you.”
“Great,” Robert ended the call, tired of the conversation already. He picked up his delivery bike, it gave an awkward sound, he abandoned it, went to get another, which he drove straight to the pizza place.
Sandra Murillo was waiting for him, both hands on her waist, foot tapping aggressively on the floor.
“Incompetent, and useless at the same time, all you do is eat food from my daughter, and cause her nothing but embarrassment.” Sandra Murillo shouted as Robert walked in.
“Something came up, I am sorry,” Robert apologized.
Sandra Murillo's eyes went to the new delivery bike.
“I am sure you stole it, I have had enough of you, and your attitude, you are fired.”
“You can't fire me, Roxanne owns the place.”
“Well, I am the manager, and I have the right to fire whoever I please. So, you have to leave this place, return to the house, pack your things and leave as well.”
Robert was conscious of the people looking at him, so he tried to control himself.
“I won't leave the house until Roxanne tell me to leave herself. I love your daughter with all my heart, I won't do anything to make her feel bad.”
Sandra Murillo sneered,
“Just get out.” She barked.
Robert returned to the house to wait on Roxanne, he remembered that he had a school reunion to go later that evening. He chose to go there and chill before Roxanne would be back from work.
Back at Roxanne's office, she had on a worried expression all day, Maxime has left her in the middle of their discussion, claiming he had an urgent matter to handle. So he had to leave.
If it wasn't for the whole drama with Robert, they would have signed the deal since. The whole thing was exhausting.
She decided to just call it a day ,and return home, some of her workers were gathered talking and laughing. Roxanne got closer to know what made them to be in a spot.
“Did you see Mrs Murillo's husband out there? So funny and dirty. The nerve of him to touch Mr Maxime.” One said, disgusted.
“I wonder how Mrs Murillo got married to him in the first place, he is so below her level.” Another interjected.
“I can't even have him as a maid in my house, talk more of a driver.”
Roxanne coughed loudly to alert them of her presence, their nasty talks about her married life was beginning to make her cringe.
“Don't you have work to do, and homes to return to?.”
They saw the seriousness in her raised eyebrow, and stern voice. They all dispersed at once.
Before she could reach the main entrance of her company, she received a message that took her breath away.
She received the sum of fifty million, the sender was unknown to her.
Roxanne let out a scream of joy, covering her mouth with a hand as she drew stares to herself.
Her workers were probably wondering what the heck had gotten into her for screaming like that.
Roxanne peeped into her phone, the amount was actually right there, she could not contain the excitement much longer as she went straight for a seat before she would lose her balance.
Could it be that Maxime wanted to help her out instead of buying it instead?.
Maxime had always shown interest in Roxanne, but she was already married, and too principled to just ditch Robert for Maxime, who had always been her mother's choice for a husband.
The only reason she got close to Maxime was because he was the only one that offered the highest bid for her company.
She tried calling him to show her thanks for the generous help, his phone was not connecting.
“Well,” she stood up.
“At least my company is safe, I don't have to sell anymore.” She squealed.
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO
The reconstruction was set into action on a Monday.Not with ceremony. Not in a gathering Marcus had organized or an outline that Dave had put into a paper following any long damage and requires no more than to show up and do the job right, with the mundane ugly business of assessment and repair.Marcus led the legal reconstruction first.The Wei Liang campaign had thrown off three partnership arrangements. Two via the mechanism of supplier suspension that had been tracked back to Garrett Swale's activation. One by the pressure of regulation which had been exerted, via Alistair Cross, his compliance contact. The three partners had all been approached in the crisis, and had been kept in place at a considerable sacrifice to the comfort of their own operations.Marcus was personally visiting them. Not a call. Not a message through his staff. He visited with documentation detailing what had occurred, why it had occurred and what actions had been taken by Zenco to ensure that it would not
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-ONE
One Thursday morning Diana called Robert.He was reviewing a contract, when his phone lit up on the desk. He looked at the name. He asked the two lawyers in the room to give him a couple of minutes and they gathered their papers and left the room with the professionalism of those who knew that a room had to be cleared.He answered.“I am stepping back,” Diana said. It was the manner in which she says things that had been already decided. Not asking. Not announcing. Simply informing. The voice of someone who had thought it through completely and was now saying the conclusion."From the team?" Robert said."From everything," she said. “Not just the team. The entire world.” A pause. "I need a break off of it. From the plan and the wit and the chambers in which they are all always reckoning something.” Her voice was even, but something sat beneath it. “I have been working so long from a place of calculation, I don't know what I'm like without it. I want to find out."Robert was quiet for
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY
On a Wednesday morning Victoria had gone to the office of Robert.She went without her lawyer. Without her assistant. Without the folder of papers which had always accompanied every other visit. She entered with nothing, but the special energy she always possessed and the special expression of a woman who had determined exactly what she wanted to say and then made her step pass through the door.Robert was expecting her. Not this particular day. But the visit itself was determined by the execution of Thursday and he had known that it was coming in the sense that you know when you are about to have a conversation that the conditions which brought about that conversation have been decided.She sat down.He waited.“The withdrawal of Wei Liang is real,” she said."Yes," he said.“The report of Carlisle,” she said. “Dave has sent me the corresponding passages.”“I asked him to,” Robert said.Victoria gazed at the table between them. Then at Robert. She was looking in a way that she had al
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE
On Monday, Wei Liang withdrew.Not dramatically. Not by the utterance of the word, or by the gesture or any of those visible processes by which men endeavoured to make the withdrawal known. Quietly. Methodically. Precisely as he had come bit by bit, step by step, in a series which made logical sense to him alone, and which could be seen as a pattern only when a sufficient number of pieces had been shifted.The first sign was observed by Robert at 4 pm on Monday. A regulatory investigation that had been ongoing against one of the subsidiary operations of Zenco had become silent. Not closed formally. The investigating body merely ceased to respond to the requests of the team of Marcus for clarification. The particular inactivity of a process that has stopped moving but hasn't reached conclusion.Marcus flagged it. Robert noted it. Neither took immediate action.On Tuesday morning the second sign came. A journalist in the trade publication who had been writing a steady stream of negative
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT
The message of Wei Liang was on a Friday morning.Robert was sitting at his desk, going through the documentation on the post-execution that Marcus had prepared overnight, when his personal phone buzzed with a message that was sent to him by a number that he did not recognise. He gazed at it awhile. Then he opened it.The message consisted of four sentences. Precise. No greeting. No name at the end.The existing campaign parameters are no longer operationally viable. I am willing to step out of any and every position which I am presently occupied in, to the disadvantage of Zenco Enterprise and its allied affairs. In return I would ask you to withdraw the judicial challenge to the transfer documents and not help the FBI in case of any issues related to my business activities. Do you have an answer?Robert read it twice.He placed the phone with the face down on the desk.He took it up again and read it.He looked out of the window. At the Friday morning outside. At the city, with its d
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN
The first validation was at eleven AM.Brighton brought it over to Marcus who was keeping an eye on the legal system since the time of the filing at nine. The two transfer papers were already flagged as pending judicial review. The legal staff of Wei Liang had already filed a counter in less than forty minutes. Fast and professional. Precisely what a permanent standby legal team would produce.Marcus read the counter-filing. He looked up.“The counter is good,” he said. “Their attorneys are quite good.” He paused. “But the filing is not invalidated. The judicial review procedure has been initiated, and cannot be prevented by a counter-filing.”“It is node one that is holding,” Robert said."Node one is holding,” Marcus affirmed.At eleven thirty Dave was first told the first update by Carlisle. He read, and handed over his phone to Robert.The channel interruption of communication had been made clean at nine AM. The network of the operations of Wei Liang had broken up in the very way
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