"No! That doesn't sound intelligent to me, you can't be joking like that",
Eva cracked, she reached to the cookie plate which was on a small coffee table that had scratched wooden edges. There was small black spots on the glass which rested on the middle giving it an odd look which exaggerated how old it was, maybe a little.
Eva sat on one of the shaggiest couches that ever existed in the twenties, little torn edges with sticky edges as evident of dust and probably that it was a man's apartment. She had been dating Leo since her third year in university, they just had a good relationship today for they had mate in their music class during her third year.
He was her senior and had charmed her right away with his handsome face and tall feature, muscular built body. He was in his graduating class.
'he was still as handsome as hell!' Eva realized as she stared at his beautiful physical feature. Leo turned to her direction pointing her to the door.
"what?" she asked as she looked at him smiling,
"let's go!' he told her as he opened the door for her.
Eva stood up from where she sat and reached for her jacket and led the way. Leo closed the door behind her and followed behind her sliding his hands around her waist. Eva chuckled as they walked down the stairs. They stepped out of an apartment where Leo stayed and got a taxi for they were herding to their dance class.
Leo had developed his own dance academy in accordance to his musical career and had pointed out that it was for the both of them as they both had put as much effort into the production of the academy. Eva was the manager of the group and had to manage the dance practices while Leo on the other hand had been the rock star, the one on the spotlight.
He had proposed to her a year earlier on her birthday and it had remained a memorable seen for her, he himself could see that that's why he had been planning and they were already making arrangements for their wedding on Eva's birthday as well. It was quite a memorable gesture for Eva, she was over the moon.
"Allow me!" Peter, the chief security guard, of the Wills family said.
He reached for the handbag in her hands. Belinda Smith was an seventy-eight old woman who had been married to Rolland Wills in their twenties, Rolland was eighty-three years of age with his three sons Bob his first born who was sixty years old married to Rebecca out of the business deals from his parents but latter on fell in love having to have his first son named Rolland, (Jayden) who was thirty years old.
Rolland was fully established with his own companies. He was rated number one of the youngest richest man in his prime, followed by his younger five siblings Remedy who was twenty-seven, Ronaldo who was twenty-five, Ross who was twenty-three, Ray who was twenty-one and Rebecca who was twenty, his second son Bell who was fifty-five years old married to Olivia who had three children, Olive who was twenty-seven years old, his second son Olinda twenty-four and his daughter Olivia was twenty, Ben his third son who was fifty years old married to Pauline who had Peterson who was twenty-five years old and Portia who was twenty years old and Patience was eighteen years old and his daughter Rachel who was forty-five years old who was divorced with three daughters, Tilth the eldest who was twenty five, Tabitha who was twenty-one and Trent who was seventeen.
.The sleek, midnight-black limousine glided out of the airport's VIP terminal, catching the shimmering reflections of the surrounding lights on its polished exterior. The chauffeur, dressed in a crisply tailored uniform, held the door open with a practiced ease as the richest man in the city stepped out. A subtle breeze ruffled the edges of his expensive suit, carrying with it an air of opulence that seemed to accompany him wherever he went.
As the chauffeur closed the door with a muffled thud, the rich man adjusted the cuffs of his designer shirt and strode purposefully towards the waiting vehicle. The car's tinted windows concealed the passenger compartment, adding an element of mystery to the scene. The rich man's eyes, however, betrayed no such secrecy; they were focused, determined, and framed by an air of authority that demanded attention. Inside the limousine, the plush leather seats cradled Mr. and Mrs. Wills as they settled into luxurious comfort. He reached for the intercom button, a polished silver fixture on the panel between the seats.(leaning back)
"Peter, we have a stop to make before heading to the penthouse. Take us to LS Company.", a husky voice instructed from the back seat.
Peter knew what Mr. Wills meant in every way. The chauffeur, Henry, acknowledged the instruction with a nod, looking at Peter before he turned to the car, his gloved hands expertly guiding the limousine into the flow of traffic. The vehicle seamlessly merged with the rhythm of the city, its powerful engine purring beneath the polished hood.
"Yes sir!. We'll be there shortly." Henry replied shortly.
As the limousine glided through the city streets, the towering skyscrapers seemed to part in deference to its presence. Pedestrians turned their heads, and the paparazzi, stationed strategically, snapped photos from afar, hoping to capture a glimpse of the enigmatic figure inside. Through the tinted windows, the city lights danced like stars in the night sky, creating an ambiance of sophistication. Absorbed in his thoughts, contemplated the upcoming visit to LS Company. His connection to the business world was an intricate web, woven with strategic decisions and calculated risks and had finally retired to see one of his grandchildren create a magnificent world record for himself and his family yet so stubborn, ignorant and so proud of himself.
Roland had never met anyone like him before, be it his sons or grandchildren or any work colleagues of any matter. He had gotten his eldest grandson married through a lot of difficulty as he had to fix a business deal for him to marry but later on married the women he had claimed to have dated. The women he loved. He was brought back to reality as the limousine pulled up to the imposing structure of LS Company, its reflective glass façade standing as a testament to corporate power. Henry expertly navigated through the security protocols, and the grand entrance automatically opened to welcome the distinguished passenger.
The senior Rolland Wills emerged from the limousine, his presence commanding attention as he stepped out of the car, leaving behind the whispers of intrigue and speculation that lingered in his wake. His presents known, the proud grandfather, with silver hair and a commanding presence, approached the entrance of the towering LS Company building. The glass doors slid open smoothly, allowing him entry into the bustling lobby. Employees, focused on their tasks, looked up as he entered, recognizing the patriarch of the business empire.