ECO JEFFERSON REAL ESTATE COMPANY.
The glass building stood as a testament to modern grandeur, its magnificent glass structure a focal point amidst meticulously arranged vehicles. Outside, 3D displays showcased the company's intricate architectural designs, while employees moved with purposeful speed. Guests departed with satisfied smiles and parting waves. The interior echoed the exterior's magnificence, where receptionists, sharp in navy blue skirts (for women) and trousers (for men), paired with matching blazers and striking red scarves, greeted visitors.
High above, in the chairman's office, Mr. Jefferson surveyed the sprawling cityscape through a vast window. The opulent space boasted gold-plated upholstery and furniture, an Egyptian silk throw, a plush bear fur rug, and a dazzling glass chandelier. His silhouette, drink in one hand and a smoldering cigar in the other, punctuated the scene.
The office door opened, and a woman entered with a hurried yet graceful gait, stopping midway. "Sir, your brother, Mr. Armani, is outside. He requests your presence and mentioned an appointment," she stated, her gaze fixed on the floor.
His eyes narrowed, though his back remained turned as he inhaled deeply from his cigar. "I warned you not to intercept him. Show him in. Any further hesitation, and this will be your last day within these walls," he threatened, waving a dismissive hand. The woman turned and swiftly left.
Moments later, Mr. Armani entered the office, quietly closing the door behind him. He approached Mr. Jefferson, who turned to greet him with a handshake. "Long time no see, brother," Mr Jefferson said, affectionately kissing his brother's forehead before stepping back. "It's been too long. I've missed you."
Mr. Armani smiled, taking the offered cigar and inhaling deeply. "Missed you too, bro, but I've been swamped. How's Catherine doing?" he inquired, sinking into the luxurious comfort of the couch.
Mr. Jefferson drained his drink in one gulp, placing the empty glass on the table. "She's fine, but you know she's always doting on that brat. Sometimes I wonder if she's my wife or his nanny," he grumbled, joining him on the couch. "So, what brings you here today? I know it's not just a casual visit."
Mr. Armani clicked his tongue, straightening up. "It's about Uriel, and it's urgent, unlike his usual antics," he replied, his fingers fidgeting on the armrest. "He's planning to redirect the scholarship he awarded to Megara."
"What?! How preposterous! That's going to make the school lose face nationwide, and it won't reflect well on us," Mr. Jefferson exclaimed, slamming his hand on the table. "Did you sign the deal with him?
"Hell no Jefferson I stalled him and we need the school's board to decide on such matters. He retort tugging at his hair. "Megara is the number one prodigy in the country and if we pull her out of the school millions will rally against us and she would spill the beans about Uriel's wrongdoing.
Mr Jefferson smiled tilting his head slightly. "I'd like to know what makes Megara so special that Uriel is willing to go the mile to eradicate her? He asked and Armani could only smile smugly.
Mr Armani narrated everything to his brother without hesitation and Jefferson couldn't help but laugh out loud upon hearing the whole story.
"She is one special girl and a person like this doesn't deserve to leave the school. He compliments a smile tugged at his lips. "Armani pass my decree I want you to terminate Megara scholarship.
Mr Armani blinked his facial muscle moved but he held his composure. "Jefferson that's going to take a toll on us and it won't benefit us either. He lectured but Jefferson only shunned him.
"Armani you'd do what I say and how I want it. He said leaned in whispering to his ear the rest of the word lost. "Make sure to do as I say. Uriel might be smart but he'd never expect this sort of blow and I'm sure Catherine would do nothing about it.