“So, do we have the deal?”Mr. Laurent tapped his pen onto the contract paper and read line by line carefully while Kevin waited in anticipation. It was so close to finishing the tender and he just need the client to sign the paper. The French man then clicked his pen up, then attached his signature to the column provided.“There you go, Mr. Kevin.” Mr. Laurent handed him the contract back. “I agreed with your offer and I’ll do the same for both of our companies.”The young CEO smiled proudly and shook the client’s hand again. “Thank you, Mr. Laurent. With this deal, I hope we can work jointly to flourish our companies.”“Merci beaucoup,” responded Mr. Laurent with a peal of laughter, “so I assume it’s safe to celebrate this moment, eh?”They began to order some drinks, and most of them weren’t cheap. Bottles of various vintage wines, champagnes, and cognacs were put on the table. Kevin took one, the most expensive and old of them all. He handed the bottle to the waiter and told, “Can
Vanya stood frozen hearing Kevin’s question. She rocked her feet back and forth in anxiousness. The girl didn’t anticipate that Kevin would notice her presence right away. Her mind was filled with plenty of scenarios she needed to say in case Kevin asked something. As Vanya rubbed her nape, the man took a step closer toward her and asked once more, this time with a firm emphasis.“Answer me. Aren’t you working in Autoekomsten Company as a pantry staff?”Vanya couldn’t dodge Kevin's bullet, so she reluctantly nodded. The girl sighed heavily as she arranged words to describe her situation.“Yes, I am, sir. I worked at your company by morning then went here by evening,” Vanya responded as her eyes kept avoiding Kevin’s piercing stare. “Why would you do that?” Kevin asked, this time his voice had softened.“My father passed away years ago, so I have to be the backbone of my family to support my mother and younger sister,” explained Vanya. She held back the rage as she told the
The morning sun had dawned on the Brussels sky as Vanya waited and stood at the bus stop. Not so long after that, a bus arrived with its door automatically opened. The woman hopped in and looked for an empty passenger seat. As she sat on the bus and enjoyed the calm ride to the Autoekomsten Company building, Vanya still doubted what Kevin told her last night. The girl didn’t want to keep her hope high since there could be a possibility that Kevin was drunk and talked carelessly without considering the outcome.Once the bus stopped near her workplace, Vanya stood up and tapped the card to pay the fare. She then jumped down and took a light stroll to her new workplace. During her walk to the building, she feared that all Kevin said is just a bunch of rubbish. Vanya had no other option except to beg Bart to take her back as a waitress at the bar. “Don’t get your hopes too high, Vanya. Kevin is probably a liar that you shouldn’t trust,” Vanya had a conversation with herself as she wa
“What happened here?”As soon as Kevin asked those three words, Niels felt the urge to explain what he just saw earlier. He hurriedly ran to his friend and explain, “Kevin, I saw that bar girl sneaking into your room and opening the drawer in your table. I’m certain she stole something from you. Believe me, Kev.”“Then why does she look like a mess?” asked Kevin.“I have no idea! I swear, Kevin, this is not what it seems.” insisted Niels as he pointed his fingers at Vanya who was sobbing. “I turned around for a while and she suddenly ripped her own shirt. She’s just acting out like a victim here, Kev. You can’t trust her!”“Calm down, Niels. You can’t just accuse her of doing something bad out of uncertainty. Let me talk to her.” said Kevin, trying to get Niels’ hand down.“No, check the drawer first. I’m pretty sure your employee took something from here,” Niels suggested as his eyes glanced over to Vanya with a threatening look.The company owner agreed to his friend’s suggestion, s
Vanya inhaled a deep breath after looking at herself in the mirror. She had changed the uniform she ripped earlier with new ones. They hugged her body tighter than the previous one and the skirt was slightly shorter, but the girl didn't want to overthink it as she needed to go back to work and plot another way to get that important document. While Vanya grabbed the hair tie that she put on her wrist, a knock at the door made her slightly jump."Miss Vanya, have you finished?"It was Jonas' voice that called her. Vanya quickly tossed her hair into a simple yet neat bun, cleared her throat then responded, "Just a moment, please."After washing her face, she unlocked the door and greeted Jonas and Kevin who stood before her. The latter then asked, “Does it fit you, Vanya?”“Actually it’s slightly smaller,” she responded politely, “but I think it’s all good for now.”Kevin nodded as he noticed the shirt and skirt revealed the girl’s curves too much. He quickly shook his manly tho
The shorthand on the wall clock had pointed to the number five, a clear sign that all of Autoekomsten’s employees were getting ready to go home and rest for tomorrow's even tougher work. One by one people left the building and headed to their parked vehicle, couldn’t wait to get back home or even wind down at the bar.Vanya was still in the pantry even though the office had gotten quiet and most of her friends had gone home. With a flash disk in her hand, she still thought about the idea of seducing Ned to get the information needed regarding the company’s newest automotive product. Despite the nearly traumatizing event she had earlier this morning with Niels, Vanya was determined to go low and act provocatively to make Ned submit and spill the company secrets.“Ugh, I can’t believe I had to do this,” Vanya muttered as she adjusted the skirt to reach only half of her thighs. She also unbuttoned the upper part of her shirt and revealed her cleavage slightly so Ned couldn’t resist seein
"Hi, sis," Idna cheerfully greeted her older sister who just arrived from work. She was surprised that Vanya didn't even respond to her greeting and rushed to her room. A few moments later, she came out of her room with a different outfit, combining a pair of washed jeans with a loose green sweater and casual sneakers."Idna, where's Mom?" she asked while carrying out a small sling bag over her body.Before Idna could answer Vanya's question, Henriella, who was cooking dinner, was surprised to see her daughter had changed into casual outfits and was about to go out. Soon after turning the stove off, she came to her and asked, "Where are you going, Vanya?""To the library." She kissed her mom on the cheek, then did the same to her sister."You're not having dinner first, honey?" Henriella wondered, "Aren't you supposed to get ready to work at the bar?"Vanya was about to open the door, but she turned around and explained the situation, "No, Mom. I have told you that I quit my
Carlin’s eyes still demanded the answer to why Vanya quit her job as a waitress at Heimel Morzend. "Why did you quit, Vanya? Did there something bad happen, or your boss fired you?""No," replied Vanya quickly, "Bart would never do that to his employees unless they have made a fatal mistake. And for as long as I can remember, I barely do something to his detriment.""Then what is it?" Carlin who was curious won't stop asking. "We've been friends for so long, you can count on me in case you need to talk about something."Vanya sighed and tilted her head, thinking about how she should explain to Carlin. She paused for a while before saying, “I’ll tell you everything if you’re willing to pay for my drinks. How about that?”Her best friend chuckled while her hand jangled the car keys, making clattering noises. “All right then. It’s better that way rather than you keep everything all to yourself.”The two then walked to Carlin’s car which was parked near the regional library. The
As Officer Smith stood there, stunned by the reporter's announcement that they were live on social media, panic began to creep in. She realized that her hasty dismissal of Vanya and Carlin's report was now being broadcast for the world to see, and she couldn't afford to talk rashly any longer.The viewers, who had tuned in to the live broadcast, began to question the truth of Vanya's earlier words aimed at Officer Smith. They typed furiously in the comment section, demanding answers and clarification.One viewer wrote, "Did Officer Smith really turn down evidence of a corporate scandal? That can't be true, can it?"Another viewer chimed in, "This sounds fishy. Why would the police dismiss such an important report?"Officer Smith felt the pressure mounting as she desperately tried to come up with a way to save face and protect her position and the reputation of the entire police institution.
Vanya and Carlin, clutching the stolen documents tightly, burst out of the Autoekomsten Corporation and into the bustling city streets. Their hearts were still pounding from their daring escape, but they knew that their mission was far from over.Vanya, her fiery red hair billowing behind her, hailed a passing taxi with a dramatic wave. "Quick, Carlin! To the nearest police station!"Carlin, always the meticulous planner, quickly got into the taxi and urged the driver to step on it. "Make it snappy, my good man! Time is of the essence."Little did they know that a black sedan had been discreetly tailing them since their exit. Inside the sedan, Agent Harris and her team were in hot pursuit, determined to catch up with the elusive thieves.Agent Harris, her patience wearing thin, muttered to herself, "These two are more slippery than a bar of soap in a sauna."As they weaved through the
Gregory's temper simmered as he wiped the hot coffee from his suit, taking a deep breath to calm himself. The audacity of his nephew Kevin, along with Carlin, Vasky, and Vanya, had pushed him to the brink. They may have stolen his secret documents and his precious jar of pickles, but they were gravely mistaken if they thought they could outsmart him.After the shock of their brazen theft, Gregory wasted no time. He reached for his phone, the touch screen lighting up with his practiced fingertips as he dialed the number for his security team. He knew that retrieving those documents, containing the damning evidence of his criminal activities, was paramount. His entire empire hung in the balance."Security, this is Gregory," he said with a tone of urgency as the call connected. "We have intruders in my study. I need them apprehended immediately. No, don't wait. I want them stopped now."As Gregory issued the commands, his mind
The morning sun bathed the scene as the trio stood outside the imposing walls of Autoekomsten, each prepared to play their part in this high-stakes charade. Carlin and Vanya appeared the part of legitimate employees, their attire and demeanor blending seamlessly with the corporate landscape.And then there was Vasky.In a sea of contemporary fashion, Vasky stood out like a time traveler who had stumbled upon the 21st century. His outfit, a mismatch of colors and patterns, seemed to defy the very laws of fashion coherence. Carlin, quick as ever, wasted no time seizing the opportunity for a light-hearted jab."Vasky," she teased, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips, "you look like the result of a fashion experiment gone awry. Did you raid a costume store from the '90s?"Vasky's expression was a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Carlin," he retorted, his tone laced with dry humor, "some of us appreciate timeless cl
On the designated day, the air was charged with anticipation as Kevin and Vasky embarked on their rendezvous to strategize against the looming shadow of Gregory. The weight of Gregory's influence gnawed at Kevin's authority, a constant reminder of the battle they were about to wage.Kevin's steps were measured yet purposeful, his demeanor a blend of determination and exasperation. As he neared the cafe, he couldn't help but feel like a leader in name alone, a puppet whose strings were held by an unseen puppeteer.Vasky, the embodiment of precision, walked beside him like a strategist preparing for a war council. His thoughts were a symphony of plans and contingencies, a testament to his analytical prowess.“Kev, is it just me or do the people look at us funny?” asked Vasky out of the blue while forcing an awkward smile, only to be equalled by his very own quirky penguin walk.Kevin smirked. “Nah, it’s just your imagination, Vash. Or perhaps they think we’re a couple. I mean, w
The courtroom erupted like a volcano finally unleashed. The witnesses' revelations, direct and unfiltered, detonated a cascade of gasps and whispers that filled the room. The air buzzed with disbelief, as if the walls themselves were echoing the seismic impact of the truth.The judge's decision, a punctuation mark in this symphony of revelations, hung in the air like a heavy fog. The gavel's thud resonated through the room, marking the culmination of this dramatic trial. It was a verdict that bore the weight of justice served.Outside the courtroom, the scene was no less frenzied. Reporters swarmed Gustav like a storm of inquiries. Microphones thrust toward him resembled an intimidating forest of metal and wires. The questions rained down like a torrential downpour, each drop seeking to quench the public's thirst for clarity.Gustav, the epitome of controlled rage, faced the onslaught with an expression twisted by fury. His lips moved, forming words that a maelstrom of anger had
The courtroom buzzed, characters distinct and yet woven into this intricate dance of words. Heissmann's skepticism added spice to the air, Vasky's flair for presentation resembled a magician pulling tricks from his sleeve, and the witnesses – each with their poignant narrative – cast their lines into the drama.In the heart of this exchange, the judge sat, a quiet colossus of discernment. His gaze held the room like an anchor, a reminder of the gravity underlying this display.The elderly man continued, his voice a winding river of reminiscences. "Your Honor," he emphasized, a touch of fervor accenting his words, "this act defied the sanctity of our environment, a travesty unsuited for any stage."Heissmann, never one to relent, lunged once again into the fray. "A poetic protest," he mused, his tone a contemplative stream of doubt, "yet the courtroom seeks sustenance in evidence."Vasky's turn came yet again, a spectacle of strategic timing. He presented records and testimonia
In a dramatic twist, Vanya and Carlin burst into the courtroom, the door swinging open with a flair that caught everyone's attention. The judge's eyebrows shot up in disapproval, his initial impulse being to expel them for their audacious entrance. However, Kevin, his persuasive prowess in full display, swiftly intervened."Your Honor, please, they're with us," Kevin implored, his tone earnest and apologetic. He assured the judge of their importance to the trial, a gamble he was willing to take to bolster their chances of success. The judge let out a weary sigh, muttering under his breath about the less-than-ideal situation he found himself in.“Sigh, I’m too old for this shit...” He reluctantly knocked his mallet for order, signaling that the trial could proceed.As Carlin confidently approached the microphone, she exuded an air of determination. Her opening words painted a vivid picture of Zimmerscheid village, evoking a sense of warmth and charm. Just as the judge was about t
The courtroom was a battleground of legal jousts, with Kevin and Vasky on one side and Gustav on the other. Kevin's demeanor was as intense as a storm gathering its fury, and Vasky, usually a paragon of nerdy composure, seemed to have donned an uncharacteristic layer of steel resolve. It was as if they were both channeling the spirits of unyielding warriors.Before the trial began, Gustav couldn't resist taunting Kevin and Vasky, his arrogant demeanor on full display. "Oh, how touching," he sneered, "the dynamic duo of justice has arrived. Are you two here to entertain me?"Vasky's eyes gleamed with his nerdy charm as he retorted, "Well, you know us, always up for a riveting legal showdown." He adjusted his glasses with a hint of mischief, clearly relishing the intellectual duel ahead.Kevin, the embodiment of righteous determination, spoke with unwavering conviction. "This trial isn't about entertainment, Gustav. It's about justice prevailing over greed."Gustav's sinister la