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Kalixo emerged from his sleek car, his figure adorned in a tailored black office suit. He meticulously brushed away the minuscule specks of dust that dared to settle upon his broad shoulders. The uniform accentuated his commanding presence, sculpting his physique into a captivating silhouette.

Towering with confidence, he exuded an air of a seasoned actor and a distinguished model. His nose, straight and refined, harmoniously complemented his naturally rosy, heart-shaped lips. Yet, it was his eyes that truly captivated, possessing an almost hypnotic allure. A single gaze from him had the power to melt hearts and compel obedience to his every word.

With purpose, he strode into the prestigious building that bore his name. Inside those walls, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of Avimayor pervaded. Darkness cloaked the space, wrapping it in an atmosphere heavy with gravity.

The ambiance held a palpable seriousness, rendering it evident that the denizens of this place were unfamiliar with the grace of a smile. 

Kalixo stepped into the elevator and immediately pressed the button for the upper floor where the morning meeting was scheduled to take place. The doors were about to close when a group of his employees arrived, hoping to catch the lift. However, they halted in their tracks upon seeing their boss standing alone inside. As the elevator doors closed, they stood in respectful silence, heads slightly bowed.

Kalixo caught sight of his reflection on the elevator wall, his gaze locked in a serious contemplation of his own image. He meticulously examined his entire being, from head to toe, as if marveling at himself. Just then, the elevator doors chimed open.

With an air of confidence, he stepped out of the elevator and purposefully strode towards the meeting room. As Kalixo made his way, he couldn't help but observe the figures within the room through its transparent walls, engaged in animated conversation.

A perceptive individual from within spotted his presence, prompting them to command the attention of all, as they swiftly adjusted their postures.

As Kalixo opened the door and stepped inside, a profound silence filled the room. A meticulously prepared PowerPoint presentation awaited, poised to commence the meeting.

A grand oblong table stood as the centerpiece, enveloped by a solemn air. Eight individuals donned in their respective black uniforms encircled it, their countenances etched with seriousness. Among them, three women and five men comprised the gathering. At the table's end, however, sat two figures who stood apart, their attire deviating from the uniformity of the rest. A man and a woman, their presence seemingly incongruous yet intriguing.

The man, adorned with spectacles, sat poised before a laptop, his unwavering focus attesting to his technical prowess. His adeptness in navigating the intricacies of technology was unmistakable. Meanwhile, the woman, clutching a folder, meticulously refined her appearance and demeanor, striving to emanate an aura of professionalism. Her deft fingers fluttered across the papers, meticulously scrutinizing their contents, her lips softly moving as she silently absorbed the written words.

The scene exuded an air of anticipation, hinting at the significance of the forthcoming proceedings. With each individual assuming their designated roles, the atmosphere crackled with an undercurrent of purpose and tension, setting the stage for a narrative yet to unfold.

Before Kalixo even settled into his seat, he spoke with a commanding presence. "Let us begin," he declared. Taking his place, he fixed his gaze directly on the projected presentation.

A woman rose from her chair and gracefully approached a small podium. As the man seated behind his laptop began to type, a cascade of images and data materialized, ready to be presented in his report.

As the woman began to speak, Kalixo initially nodded in agreement, but soon a furrow formed on his forehead.

"Stop," he interrupted with a gesture of his hand, causing everyone present to halt in anticipation. "Why did you mention that our sales have declined this month?" he inquired, his voice laced with a hint of apprehension.

"Sir, it's just a one percent decrease and-"

"And do you think I would be pleased with that?!" His voice grew slightly louder, his frustration evident. He loosened his necktie to allow himself to breathe more freely. Anger flickered in his intensifying jawline. "I cannot overlook a drop in percentage. I can accept if our ranking remains the same or even if it slightly improves, even if it's just a few points. But a decline is something I cannot tolerate! Let us focus on the conclusion of this meeting. Which department is responsible for this problem?"

"I-It's the production department—"

"Production?!" His brow furrowed even deeper. Slowly, he turned his gaze towards a mustached man. "Speak up," he demanded.

His gaze remained fixed upon the wall in front of him, his breath drawn in deeply before he found his voice. "N-Numerous complications arose with the machinery, leading to unfinished products and-"

"Silence." He rose from his seat, commanding attention with his towering presence. "Before the culmination of this month, we must ensure the swift restoration of our percentages. I shall not hesitate to dismiss anyone who shows negligence in their responsibilities. Do I make myself unequivocally clear?!"

--

Kalixo's secretary entered his office. Her boss's temper still simmered from the recent meeting, leaving a lingering sense of frustration in the air.

Despite being engrossed in signing documents, Kalixo raised his gaze to his secretary, who now stood before him. She stood slightly bowed, patiently awaiting permission to speak. She carried nothing but a tablet.

"What is it that you seek?" Kalixo inquired.

The woman displayed her tablet, revealing a video that was spreading like wildfire across the internet. Her secretary pressed play on the video, and it began to play on the screen.

"New videos are circulating, and we can use them to our advantage in order to expedite the elevation of our ranks," her secretary suggested, her voice filled with ambition.

Kalixo watched intently as the footage unfolded before her eyes. It was a video of herself, accompanied by subtitles that showcased her powerful lines from a previous interview. The flames of rivalry between the two adversaries in the business industry were reignited once again.

"It seems I understand what you're trying to convey. However, I have no time for such matters," Kalixo averted her gaze from the video, prompting her secretary to retrieve the tablet and pause the playback.

"Is that all you came here for?" he asked coldly. "Have you completed the task I assigned to you?"

The secretary nodded. "Yes, sir. And, there's something else I need to tell you. It concerns Avimayor."

Kalixo's attention and blood were immediately piqued upon hearing those words.

The secretary continued, "I have learned that their number of investors has significantly increased just last week. And one of those investors happens to be someone who recently left our organization. I personally witnessed a discreet conversation between the two at a restaurant. I'm referring to a man named Cedrick and Mr. Villamor."

Kalixo paused for a moment. "What are you trying to imply?"

"I have often seen Cedrick with Mr. Villamor even when he was still our investor and partner. I have a hunch that they are planning to steal all our people away from us, especially Cedrick," the secretary explained with a sense of suspicion.

Kalixo seemed lost in thought as she absorbed her secretary's explanation. As adversaries, there was undoubtedly an undercurrent of treachery between them.

In reality, Kalixo confided in her secretary alone about such matters, for unlike others, she had no fear of being seen in the eyes of her trusted aide. It appeared that her secretary harbored ambitious aspirations as well, which aligned with Kalixo's own desires.

"If Avimayor were to disappear, the company's fortunes would surely take a turn for the better," her secretary suddenly remarked.

A crease formed on Kalixo's forehead. "It seems the fire in your heart grows bolder. Be careful of what you wish for," he cautioned.

--

Difficult it is to match or surpass an adversary who already possesses an upper hand, especially when their progress is fortified by experience. Avimayor had gained wisdom through life's lessons, whereas Kalixo relied solely on his father's wealth.

Indeed, it is widely known that experience holds greater power than mere intellect alone.

Kalixo swallowed the drink in his hand, a glass of liquor. Three ice cubes remained, slowly melting within the transparent vessel.

He found himself inside a private bar owned by his father. In this establishment, social standing held no significance. Celebrities, government officials, entrepreneurs, renowned individuals from various industries, and even the anonymous were welcome to enter. Names and identities were concealed, allowing patrons to immerse themselves in anonymity.

However, this particular bar operated illegally, as it served as a hub for drug transactions.

The bartender grinned as he noticed Kalixo had quickly finished his newly filled glass. He reached out to take it, refilling it once again with a fresh blend of alcohol.

The bartender couldn't help but observe the serious expression on Kalixo's face, as if he were deep in thought. "Seems like something is troubling your mind," he commented.

Without turning to face him, Kalixo simply downed the freshly filled glass once more, stood up, and prepared to leave.

"We have a new arrival, fresh from another country. She's beautiful, fair-skinned, captivating in every way," the bartender remarked, leaning against the counter. "Would you like to meet her? It'll only cost you a few coins."

Kalixo paused for a moment, lost in thought. "Bring her to my favorite room, along with the alcohol I frequently indulge in," he finally instructed.

The bartender playfully saluted before reaching for his phone and sending a text message.

Meanwhile, Kalixo made his way to a chamber adorned with a sign that read 'Montenegro III.' Upon entering, he swiftly removed his upper garment, settling onto the plush sofa as he gazed up at the ceiling.

His phone buzzed, and he retrieved it from the right pocket of his pants. Without hesitation, he answered a call from his father.

"Dad,"

"Kalixo, it seems I'll be delayed in coming home tonight. There's a lot to attend to as a new ship carrying cargo is due to arrive. We cannot afford to overlook it," his father's voice echoed through the phone.

A knock resounded, catching Kalixo's attention, prompting him to turn towards the door.

"Is it a substantial shipment?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on the door as it swung open, revealing a woman dressed in a short skirt and a loosely buttoned white blouse, exposing her midriff and the central part of her chest.

The woman held a tray containing a bottle of liquor and a glass filled with ice.

"There's a lot, so much to handle. This is what we'll use, but I'm facing some difficulties," the woman said as she approached him. She set down the tray on a nearby table before leaning in and planting kisses on Kalixo's neck.

"I'll take care of it. I'll find a way to handle this matter. I have a brilliant plan in mind," she whispered after lowering the phone she had been holding onto the table.

In Kalixo's mind, the woman radiated heat. She knew how to play her tongue against his neck, a sensation he found enticing. He felt an eagerness to taste her. With passion, he seized her in a fiery kiss.

The woman let out a surprised gasp, taken aback by Kalixo's boldness. Indeed, his wild nature made him a desirable figure in many eyes.

Kalixo's hand trailed up towards her skirt. The woman wore nothing underneath, leaving her exposed. He gently caressed her thigh, before teasingly exploring her most intimate area. His fingers danced and played with her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Ohh!" The woman gasped, causing her to break away from their passionate kiss.

Kalixo trailed his tongue along her neck, while his two fingers delved into her lower depths. The pace started off slow and sensual before escalating into a rapid rhythm.

"Ahh! Ahh! Yes, please!" The lady moaned.

The woman deftly unbuckled Kalixo's belt, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered the zipper. His impressive length emerged from its confinement.

"Fvck, you're damn big, Montenegro," the lady whispered.

Kalixo withdrew his fingers from within the woman before shifting his focus to his substantial arousal. He grasped it firmly and entered her.

"Ahhh! Sh!t! Fvck!" 

The woman began to move her hips in rhythm with Kalixo's thrusts.

"Ohhh, that's it, girl..." Kalixo moaned.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the rhythmic collision echoing through the air. Smooth and slick, Kalixo slid in and out of the woman's depths, fully immersing himself within her.

After a few moments, Kalixo lifted the woman and placed her gently on the bed, positioning himself above her to intensify their passionate dance.

"Ohh! Kalixo! Ahhh!! Yes, please! Please!" 

Kalixo disliked having his hair pulled, so he took hold of her hand and pinned it above her head, ensuring her gentle restraint.

While the woman moaned in pleasure, Kalixo's focus remained unbroken. Little did he realize, amidst their fiery encounter, a text notification appeared on his phone. It read, "Plan is ready to take off, sir."