Dave took a quick shower and went downstairs. He found Zoe waiting for him.


    Zoe was fixing her hair as she was looking into her phone’s mirror. Dave got out of the hotel and into the car,


    "Sup, Z."


    Zoe groaned and said, "Recently I’ve been feeling more like your driver than girlf- ahem, Uncle is waiting for us, let’s get going!"


    "What was that?" Dave eximed, but the red-faced Zoe hit the elerator and made Dave have a small fright that made him forget what he was about to ask.


    A few minutester, Zoe had arrived near a small coffee shop.


    The ce was small and neatly decorated. It had a wooden floor and several square tables that were surrounded byfortable looking sofas.


    Samuel Silvana was sitting in the deepest part of the shop. He was drinking a cup of ck coffee while reading from a holographic journal.


    Noticing the two, Samuel removed his reading sses and weed them to sit.


    "Good morning, Sam," Dave said and sat in front of the old man.


    Zoe squeezed herself next to Dave and sat after saying hello to her uncle.


    "Good morning, kids. You came early which is good." Samuel said.


    "Yeah. What was that you were talking about yesterday? You said you found some dirt on the Fords." Dave asked.


    "Not just some. Mountains of it. The Fords had been going about their business in extremely illicit ways. Thanks to a few acquaintances of mine, I managed to get my hands on some dirty files, and this is enough to bring them to the table for a proper discussion."


    "That sounds reassuring. But can you tell me why you had me running all over conquest helping everyone in a pinch?" Dave asked.


    "You still don’t get it?" Zoe shook her head, "And here I thought you were a smarty. Uncle said that to boost your reputation. With the files he has, he will make the Fords give up on some of their shares, and that will give you the chance to buy them. Then thepany will be fully yours." Zoe said.


    "Oh, so it’s rted to that. Well, what are we waiting for?" Dave asked.


    "I already ordered a meeting with the fords an hour ago. They should still be waiting in their conference room."


    "You mean we arete?" Dave asked.


    Samuel shook his finger at Dave and said, "We are notte. We are purposefully stalling. When you have the upper hand, it’s best to make the other party feel the pressure. Make them overthink and fall to false conclusions."


    "Uncle is always like that," Zoe said, "Even if the Fords are nothing but a small business family, my uncle is a like a lion. He uses all of his power even if he is hunting rabbits."


    The words Zoe just spoke were pretty urate. Dave had seen Samuel working his magic many times. Dealing with the world-tycoon Conquest or just the smallpany of Sigma-Electronics, Samuel always bared his fangs at the start of the battle.


    The waiter came to their table, asking for what they would like to drink.


    Dave ordered a ck coffee, the same as Samuel while Zoe opted for a cappino.


    "Enjoy this coffee, we will be going to the meeting in an hour," Samuel said as he took a sip of his bitter-sweet coffee.


    ***


    In one of Manhattan’s office buildings. A middle-aged man was tapping his leather boot impatiently on the wooden floor. The man wore a ck suit and was sighing every now and then. Next to him were four other men in ck suits. They each had a suitcase and were looking at the time impatiently.


    "Should we call? He’ste!" a young man who was looking over the window of the office spoke.


    Dave would know this young man as John Ford. Or better yet, Douche-Guy.


    "No. Don’t call. He’ll be here." The anxious middle-aged man said.


    "But Dad, he said he’d be here an hour ago!"


    "Just shut up John! All of this is your fucking fault to begin with!" The middle-aged man snarled.


    The young man, offended by his father’s words was about tosh out. But he thought better not to. He was already in a precarious position. His banter with Skeletal had critically threatened the survival of theirpany, and now it was going to be devoured by the very Mr.Skeletal he offended.


    John Ford was unwilling of such a thing to happen especially since he knew that Skeletal was Dave’s friend. His Fiancée’s EX.


    Mr. Skeletal probably did this on the behest of Dave. This was something John Ford found hard to swallow. Some trash nobody from the lowerdder of society dared pull strings to threaten John’s future? He couldn’t ept it.


    Thankfully, Skeletal hadn’t bought the majority of the share. Someone had beaten him to the remaining 6%. There was still hope for John Ford into excluding Skeletal from taking over hispany. He only had to meet this man ad have him join them in coboration. This will make Skeletal nothing but a money bag, while they will still call the shots in thepany.


    After this urgent meeting called by Skeletal is over, John was going to look for Satan yer and even beg him if he had to. So he would reveal the identity of the one who bought thest 6% of the shares. He knew that Satan yer had significant influence, and finding out who bought the shares wouldn’t be hard for him.


    But John wasn’t willing to listen to his father anymore. He was angry right now, and felt the need to prove himself.


    ’I’ll show you how I can be better than you in leading thispany.’ This thought crossed John’s mind, and it sprouted a seed of unwillingness.


    He stormed out of the conference room despite his father’s continuous shouts for him toe back. John ford was going to call Satan yer right now and organize a meetingter this day. He will find out the identity of thest share-holder and have him join hand, and by that, he will be the hero thispany needs to survive its current crisis. He knew he messed up big time by crossing Skeletal, but he still had the ability to restore everything to order.


    Not only when his n will work will he be perceived as saving thepany, but bybining forces with the third party, they will be ruling thepany. They won’t be Satan yer’s subordinate anymore, nor will they be Skeletal’s subordinate. They will own everything.


    These ideas were spiralling in John’s mind as he descended the elevator, he was even thinking of the future where the wholepany will be his and all he ever wished for will be in his hands.


    John was brought back to reality the moment the elevator’s door opened. His eyesnded on a person who was fixing his shoe at the entrance of the building. This person was very familiar to him. It was a lid he despised the most. Thoughts of hatred crossed his mind, and he rushed forward.


    He went in between an old man and a purple-haired girl who looked like they were watching the idiotic person fixing his shoe. John was furious at the man, so he immediately grabbed him by the cor and shouted, "What the fuck are you doing here!"


    "Wow bruh, chill," the person wore a white dress shirt and ck jeans.


    "Get the fuck out of here. You caused enough shit already! This is the real world, bitch. You have no influence here!" the man said.


    "What’s going on?" one of the security men at the entrance came running.


    "Mr. Ford, what seems to be the problem?" the guard asked as he looked at John Ford grabbing the young man.


    "Kick this sucker out. I don’t want to see him here," John said and pushed back the guy he was holding.


    This person, seemed to have a minor limp, and when he was pushed back, he fell on his back. He echoed a pained groan. It appeared that an old injury was agitated.


    "You’ll have toe with me," The security said to the person on the floor.


    Out of the notice of most of the people, the purple-haired girl was trying to go and help the person that just fell, but the old man next to her was holding her from moving. A devilish smile was stered on his face. It was a smile rare would know, and those who did would tremble greatly.