2024-08-26 16:18:26Marvin walked through the entrance of the company building to the reception. Upon reaching where the receptionist was and upon sighting him, her eyes were wide out of shock.
"Good morning Master Marvin." She greeted. "Good morning Mrs Flora, how is everything?" "Everything is fine. How about you?" "I am good." Replied Romeo. "So sorry about what happened to you, I on you must be going through a lot right now." "I know Mrs Flora, but what would I do, my father has made his decision." Marvin shrugged his shoulders. "You know I really wish you had the synapticore force within you, you surely would have been a great leader." She was aware of how hardworking and passionate Marvin was during his time at the company. "Well, I don't have it." "About your wife…" "No Mrs Flora, don't go there, I don't wish to remember anything about Martha Arceneaux." Marvin interrupted. "I am sorry about that master Marvin, but what I really wanted to say, is that I have a niece that you could get married to, she is a good girl, she is strong and hasn't been deflowered yet." "Mrs Flora, you are such a kind lady, I appreciate your concern for me, but my time here is limited. However I wish to check in and get my stuffs out of my office okay." Mrs Flora nodded. "So check me in, at least for one last time." He smiled at her. After being checked in, Marvin used the elevator to arrive at the fifth floor were his office was. Almost suddenly, he walked out of the elevator and in a few minutes, he was in his office. While he walked towards his office, he heard a discussion between two staffs who where complaining about the shipment containing iron and aluminum which had not yet arrived. Marvin couldn't do anything but smile. "You guys haven't seen anything yet, by the time I am done with dealing with this company, Daniel would surely regret ever treating me badly." He muttered under his breath. Marvin began to arrange his files and important items into a big bag he brought with him. Just then David Noue walked in. David Noue was the Chief Financial Officer, and not just that, he was Marvin's former course mate while they were in college, however, he never liked Marvin because Marvin was way smarter than him. As David Noue strolled into the office, his posture was relaxed, but his eyes were gleaming with a mixture of amusement and condescension. He watched Marvin silently for a moment, leaning casually against the doorframe as Marvin continued to pack his things. There was cruel satisfaction in his gaze, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. "Well, well, well." David finally spoke with a voice that was dripping with mockery. "If it isn't the former golden boy, packing up and leaving like a thief in the night." Marvin didn't bother looking up as he continued to stack his files neatly into the bag. He knew what was coming, and he wasn't in the mood for a confrontation. Despite Marvin's effort to avoid David Noue, David wasn't going to let him off that easily. He sauntered over one of the chairs in front of Marvin's desk and flopped into it, making himself comfortable. "I always told you Marvin." David continued, crossing his legs and smirking. "I always said that without the mark, you would never be valued. I said that you would never be truly respected. And look at you now…no synapticore, no respect, no position. Just a disgraced son, packing up his things like a common employee." He let out a laugh that echoed around the office, and they were annoying sounds on Marvin's nerves. "Looks like I was right all along, huh? All that hard work, all that passion, and for what? To be thrown aside the moment they realized you were nothing special. Nothing at all. which is the truth. There is absolutely nothing special about you at all." Marvin paused, his hands were tightened around a particular file as he fought to keep his composure. David's words stung, but they also fueled the fire burning inside him. He had expected this kind of response from David—he had braced himself for it—but hearing it aloud was something else entirely. "Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk, David?" Marvin finally responded, his voice was calm but it was laced with steel. He looked up at David with cold eyes. "You think your wish for my downfall has come to pass? you think you have won because I am leaving? Because I have been forced out? "Well Yes I am happy you are being thrown out, but let me also break it to you that I have been able to get on Daniel Richmond's good side and guess what? My wages are going to be increased by seventy percent. I have been assured that allocations to my financial department would be tripled. So yeah, I have won." He shrugged his shoulders. "David, let me tell you something, what you don't understand is that this is just the beginning. I may not have the mark but I have something that no one in this company has—and that is resolve. The fact that I was able to do all I did, build all the strong connections that were necessary for the growth of this company, the fact that I was able to do all this without the synapticore mark is a miracle, it is a wonder, but unfortunately you are too myopic to see any of that." Marvin's voice was firm. David Noue let out a laugh. "You say you built strong connections for this company, come on Marvin, that talk is so laughable. How do you expect me to believe that you built strong connections for this company when you weren't able to build a strong connection with your wife?" David's words hit Marvin like a punch to the gut. The insult about his wife hurt him deeply, and it was something Marvin had tried to forget. But now, David had brought it all back, and the pain and anger bubbled up inside him. Marvin tried to stay calm, but his hands started to shake, and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't want David to see how upset he was, but the insult was too much to handle. The room felt smaller, like the walls were closing in on him, and David's laughter made it worse. Marvin reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out his phone, his grip was so tight that his knuckles turned white. He forced out a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. There was something serious and dangerous in the way he looked at David, something that made David's smug expression waver a little. "Watch me closely, David," Marvin said quietly, but his voice was full of cold determination and some subtle wickedness. "Watch how I’m going to turn this company upside down in an instant."
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UNDER HER LIGHT
“I do not fight for bloodshed. I fight for restoration. And today, I declare the reforms that will lift Richmond from the ashes of shame into the dawn of strength.”He stretched his bandaged hand toward the estate grounds.“The trade routes that were stolen from us—I have restored them. The supply lines for hardware and the fiber-optics pipelines that were diverted by rival tech firms—I have reclaimed them. The innovation hubs that withered in neglect under corrupt management—I have taken full responsibility to rebuild them. The IP, the patents, the prototypes that were hoarded by power families—I have ripped them from their hands and returned them to the hands of our engineers. No Richmond child born with dreams of circuits, code, or breakthrough will be shut out again. No Richmond worker will ever again be chained by debt, outsourcing, or by those superpowered rivals who thought Synapticore made them invincible. This is not my promise—it is my reality.”The cheers rose louder this t
THE MOST DOMINANT FIGURE
The courtyard had fallen into an impossible silence.All eyes were fixed on Marvin Richmond, the once-forgotten heir who now stood above them like a man carved out of light and shadow. His bandaged arm rose higher, his gaze gleamed faintly with the pale-blue glow of Synapticore, and for the first time in generations the Richmond estate trembled not from fear of its enemies, but from the weight of its own history.Marvin’s voice broke the silence, deep and steady, carrying like a blade through the air.“Once,” he began, “you called me useless. A burden. An heir unworthy of his blood. You said I was nothing compared to the great powers of Westwood. You whispered that my name would vanish into dust.”He paused, chewing the gum lazily, his lips curling into a smile sharp enough to wound.“But today,” he thundered, his words echoing across the courtyard, “I stand before you as the one who has humbled them all! The hegemons that ruled over Westwood—dismantled. The so-called superpowers tha
BLOOD OR LIGHT
The convoy rolled deeper into the estate courtyard. The air was thick with chants and curses, a storm of voices that crashed against the mansion’s towering walls. Synapticore beams still carved glowing patterns across the sky, their pale-blue light painting everything in an unearthly glow.The first car stopped before the marble steps of the main hall. Doors clicked open, but no one moved. The crowd outside hushed for a heartbeat, the silence was filled only by the low hum of engines and the hiss of banners whipping in the wind.Then the door of the central car opened.Marvin Richmond stepped out.He moved slowly, deliberately, one hand pressed against the polished car roof. His arm was still bound with white bandages, a reminder of wounds that had not fully healed. A stick of gum rolled lazily between his lips. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, reflecting back the sea of people staring at him.The honor guards snapped their rifles to their shoulders, blue light flaring harmlessly from t
NOW COMES THE MURDERER
The Richmond estate had never looked like this before.For days, workers moved through the courtyards like ants, stringing banners, repainting walls, repairing broken fountains, and raising terraces for the parade. The gates were scrubbed until the iron gleamed like black glass. The old scarlet banners of the Richmond family flew again, but now they were joined with sky-blue cloth that shimmered in the wind.The sky-blue was Alicia Richmond’s idea. It was the color of synapticore light, the same light that had saved Stella and Marvin’s child in the hospital. It was also a symbol — a quiet way to remind the people that the Richmond family was changing, that power would no longer be stained only in blood but in something greater.Along the outer walls, engineers tested synapticore projectors. Thin lines of glowing blue stretched across the sky like threads of lightning. Children gasped at the sight. Adults whispered uneasily. For some, the lights promised hope. For others, they promi
WHAT COMES AFTER NOW
Marvin could not breathe.The world around him blurred as Stella stepped into the hospital room, her figure was framed by the doorway. In her arms was a small bundle wrapped in white cloth, the faint coo of a child breaking the silence like a fragile piece of music.His throat closed. His chest tightened. His mind screamed that this could not be real.“Stella…” His voice was a whisper, dry and trembling. “No… this is… this is impossible.”The room swayed before his eyes. Memories hit him all at once—the memory of Daniel Richmond’s face, cold and ruthless, as his finger hovered over the large red button. The memory of his own heart leaping into his throat, his legs moving too slow, his voice breaking with a desperate shout that was drowned by the roar of the explosion.Ten minutes. That was all it took. Ten minutes after he left Stella and their baby in that hospital, the world outside turned into fire. Smoke and glass rained from the sky. The blast swallowed the building whole. He h
THE GUILT OF BLOOD
The world returned to Marvin in fragments.First came the hum of a machine. Slow, steady, beeps echoed somewhere near his ear. Then came the faint sting of antiseptic in the air, sharp and cold. He stirred, his body was heavy, like he was pinned beneath invisible stones. His eyelids trembled before slowly peeling open.The light above him blurred, too bright. He blinked until it softened, turning into the filtered glow of daylight streaming through blinds. The sterile whiteness of a hospital room came into view: pale walls, steel rails, clean sheets.Marvin’s head pounded. It felt as though someone had driven a spike through his skull. He groaned softly, pressing the back of his head against the pillow. His throat was dry, his chest sore, his arms was wrapped in bandages. He could barely move without pain shooting through him.Then he saw him.Sitting in the chair beside the bed, silent and watchful, was the Prime Minister. His posture was steady, composed, and his appearance immacula
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