Chapter 10 : Powerful men

"We are streaming live in front of the great Mr. Diego Mondragon’s company, where the atmosphere is nothing short of electrifying!

 As you can see behind me there are stunning variety of luxury cars pulling in, carrying some of the world’s most powerful businessmen. This highly anticipated annual meeting is set to be one of the biggest yet, with influential figures from all over the world gathering under one roof.

We arleady have 3 of them inside…Dubai. Italy and Canada are already here to present…

Stay tuned as we bring you exclusive coverage of this grand event!"

The host rushed toward the car as the door opens ..

"Sir! Welcome! We’re live....can we get a few words before you head inside?"

A well-dressed, chubby Chinese businessman steps out followed by guards. He clasps his hands together and nods.

The Chinese businessman: "Nǐ hǎo! Hěn gāoxìng jiàn dào nǐ." (Hello! Nice to meet you.)

The host chuckled and nodded not understand anything.

"Welcome! This is a huge event....how do you feel about being here today?"

The Chinese Businessman adjusted his suit with a  smile

"Ah, very big opportunity. Mr. Mondragon… strong leader. Many great minds here. We expect… big success!"

"That’s wonderful to hear! Thank you for your time, sir."The host said.

The businessman nods again then walks off with his guards as they disappeared into the building.

The host turned back to the camera with excitement

"And there you have it!

….….

Mondragon sat in his car as he watch everything inside on a big screen with a glass of whiskey in hand he smirks as he watch

With a chuckle he raised his glass slightly

"I told you… this is going to be big, he said as he leaned closer to Mr Leo who sat next to him in the car feeling all pride..

"You really pulled it off, Mon., never had a doubt or underestimate you...you've been that man..Mr Leo said

Every big name in the industry is walking through your doors he added as his gaze went back to the screen.

Mon took a slow sip, eyes still on the screen

"And in about 30 minutes… I’ll have them all exactly where I want them."

Mr. Leo chuckled as he reached out and gave Mondragon’s shoulder a firm pat. Mondragon smirked, meeting his gesture with a light tap on Leo’s arm.

…...

"We still have more coming...about 11 of them are already in, sitting comfortably at the parlor as they have a quiet time"…

"Oh… we have Mr. David Miller, the most knowledgeable man on real estate… the host said and rushed to his side to interview him, stopping him just in time."

"Mr Miller…..welcome nice to see you here again this year".

"I’m always glad to appear in Mr. Mondragon’s… he’s an old friend, and we’ve been in business for years. I hope this year we make something great so we can make MDG greater," he said and walked away without giving the host a second to say something else.

"As you all already know, that was Mr. Miller of Australia. He barely gave us a second, but you heard it...he’s been in business with Mr. Mondragon for years, and it looks like this year is set to be even bigger!"

"Now, let’s see who else is arriving as we count down to the big moment when Mr. Mondragon himself makes his entrance"

"Speaking of him..." the host said just as Mr. Mon’s car pulled up.

She straightened and cleared her throat. "And here he is......the man of the hour, the strategic Mr. Diego Alejandro Mondragon," she announced and pointed toward him.

He stepped out of the car and walked with an air of pride. His smile was so big that his teeth shone under the lights. He felt proud of himself as he moved forward. Mr. Leo walked beside him and a few guards followed closely behind.

The host was about to speak when Mr. Mondragon smoothly took the mic from her. Turning to the camera, he flashed another confident smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is not just another day.....it’s a statement. A reminder of who truly runs this game," he said with pride. "Some people may think they can outshine me, but let’s be honest… I am the standard. I set the rules. And as always, I win."

Just as he finished, another car pulled up. A man stepped out, dressed in an elegant suit. Without hesitation, Mondragon handed the mic back to the host and strode forward to greet him.

"Ah, Mr Edmon Wick of England, I trust your flight was comfortable" Mr Mondragon said..

Mr Edmon noded…" As expected" he said shortly and shared a few firm handshake before leading him inside with both guards following behind..

As they stepped into the grand parlor, Mr. Mondragon moved with ease to greet several of the men who were already relaxed with drinks in hand. The air was filled with hushed conversations, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Cameras were stationed at every angle, streaming the event live.

He shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, and exuded the confidence of a man who had everything under control.

“Shall we?” Mondragon finally said, glancing around after greeting the last guest.

The investors straightened as it was time to get down to business. He took a slow step toward the private office and paused just before the doors. Then, with a smirk, he turned slightly toward the nearest camera.

“The meeting is about to start,” he said smoothly

Just as his hand reached for the door handle

The doors at the far end of the hall swung open.

A hush fell over the crowd.

All eyes turned as the last guest arrived.

Rafael William Wood.

Dressed in an immaculately tailored suit, he stepped inside with a slow walk. He had the finest smirk on...

Mondragon’s grip on the door tightened.

The cameras shifted and zoomed in on Rafael’s entrance.

Mondragon exhaled sharply..“What the hell is he doing here?” he muttered under his breath.

Rafael met Mon’s gaze from across the room, a confident smile still on his face as he walked closer. Mr. Leo glanced at Mon, then back at Rafael, sensing the tension.

Mon stepped forward, his brows furrowing. He walked fast, stopping just in front of Rafael.

"You," Mon said with a sharp voice.

"Yes, me," Rafael replied smoothly. "Nice seeing you again, I’m sorry I’m late" He raised his hand for a handshake.

Mon’s jaw clenched. "What are you doing here?"

"Is this how you welcome your guests?" Rafael asked with a tilted head.

"Guest? Don’t be silly. Does this look like a show party or something of your level?" Mon scoffed.

"Oh, tell me more about it..I might be at the wrong place", Rafael said as he turned to look around further.

Mon was about to snap but his assistant rushed to his side, whispering something urgently in his ear. Mon's expression shifted. His hand, which had been stiff at his side, trembled slightly as he slowly lifted it to shake Rafael’s.

Rafael’s smirk deepened and he tightened his grip..

"I hope I get the right recognition I deserve next time" he said and walked passed him..

"Mr. Maziyar," Rafael said as he approached a man dressed in a pristine white thawb. With a respectful nod, he folded his hands and slightly bent down to touch his fingertips to his feet.

Mr. Maziyar placed a firm yet warm hand on Rafael’s shoulder as he straightened. "Longest time," he said with a smile.

"I know, right? We haven’t met since..." Rafael said with smile.

"Let's go inside for the meeting" the man said as he gestured forward

Mr  Mondragon turned back to watch them as his heart pounded